<?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-7484099888211296241</id><updated>2012-02-18T05:47:49.736-05:00</updated><category term='video'/><title type='text'>Captain Drools and Miss Boss</title><subtitle type='html'>"Making the decision to have a child-it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-9017841221956600617</id><published>2011-06-27T21:28:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:58:25.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ballgame!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many memories of ballgames. I never played (other than the backyard), but I have gone to many games and listened to even more games on the radio.If there was a Braves game on while I was growing up we were listening to the game.  I LOVE the sound of the ball hitting the bat, the smell of the field, and the feeling you get when you sit and watch a game. I was so happy to get to take my little ones to their very first game and hopefully we will get to go to many more. Captain Drools talked about wearing his Braves shirt all day. He brought it to me about 10 times that day before it was finally time for him to get to wear it. Miss Boss was excited too! Here they are all ready to go to the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 191px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623079333320727234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVGwA7PpmRM/Tgkw3H5sGsI/AAAAAAAABLk/s9S_UxmbvFU/s320/DSC_0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQCuU2FzbsU/TgkwNXblhUI/AAAAAAAABLU/zHufpl0uiX4/s1600/DSC_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 210px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623078615934928194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQCuU2FzbsU/TgkwNXblhUI/AAAAAAAABLU/zHufpl0uiX4/s320/DSC_0744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mimi and Pappy joined us (of course). Miss Boss and Captain Drools are looking all around and taking everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5l5M8n8Fee4/TgkwNPc6kQI/AAAAAAAABLM/_Rb0i2Idx5Q/s1600/DSC_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 208px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623078613793018114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5l5M8n8Fee4/TgkwNPc6kQI/AAAAAAAABLM/_Rb0i2Idx5Q/s320/DSC_0738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got there early enough to catch batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bfAUysN_Ug/TgkvxRs6yzI/AAAAAAAABLE/8yeISyJUImw/s1600/DSC_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623078133360675634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bfAUysN_Ug/TgkvxRs6yzI/AAAAAAAABLE/8yeISyJUImw/s320/DSC_0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Turner Field there is a place to run a base. Captain Drools had to do this A LOT! We actually had to leave the game for a little while to head back to the base and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qQpJcwHdFw/TgkvidRMv7I/AAAAAAAABK8/te22ptt7I6I/s1600/DSC_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 198px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623077878767599538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qQpJcwHdFw/TgkvidRMv7I/AAAAAAAABK8/te22ptt7I6I/s320/DSC_0775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joOMU5V4eko/TgkviBbLzMI/AAAAAAAABK0/64Szr7yx2zI/s1600/DSC_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623077871293287618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joOMU5V4eko/TgkviBbLzMI/AAAAAAAABK0/64Szr7yx2zI/s320/DSC_0776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this sweet picture of my 3 most favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIkTKh3LGac/TgkvHcu5jZI/AAAAAAAABKs/4Y1mw6MHkY0/s1600/DSC_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623077414767267218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIkTKh3LGac/TgkvHcu5jZI/AAAAAAAABKs/4Y1mw6MHkY0/s320/DSC_0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point during the game Captain Drools noticed some pretty girls sitting behind us and he decided to start dancing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqxhRzX-jUA/TgkuoEjPMZI/AAAAAAAABKk/zUykyDv0_S8/s1600/DSC_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 212px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623076875699958162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqxhRzX-jUA/TgkuoEjPMZI/AAAAAAAABKk/zUykyDv0_S8/s320/DSC_0810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Miss Boss clapping for the last out of the game.....Braves Win!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZGVrygMK-A/TgkuVgycv4I/AAAAAAAABKc/YrOmTM9WNo8/s1600/DSC_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623076556862439298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZGVrygMK-A/TgkuVgycv4I/AAAAAAAABKc/YrOmTM9WNo8/s320/DSC_0823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-9017841221956600617?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/9017841221956600617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=9017841221956600617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/9017841221956600617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/9017841221956600617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take me out to the ballgame!!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVGwA7PpmRM/Tgkw3H5sGsI/AAAAAAAABLk/s9S_UxmbvFU/s72-c/DSC_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-431357858272297983</id><published>2011-05-24T10:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T10:57:57.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Down</title><content type='html'>It might be kind of strange that I said another year, but at our house we count the year from August-May. Since me and the hubby are both teachers. It has been a fantastic school year. Miss Boss has graduated and she is going on to kindergarten next year and I am in total shock. I have had her with me for the last 2 years. I have been able to walk to her classroom and peek in and now I am not going to be able to do that anymore. She was 6 months old when I started working there too. I LOVE the way our school does preschool graduation. They all make a shirt with everyone in their classes handprint on them. They say a little Bible verse and a prayer. Then they sing 4 of the sweetest little songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610293625102030546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKyexz0pV_o/TdvEU9HYVtI/AAAAAAAABIY/HLaOkPfBDMY/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" /&gt;Here she is on the stage getting ready to sing. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610293629460135074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrP4MrD7-Xg/TdvEVNWbvKI/AAAAAAAABIg/QjW_vnelVmY/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" /&gt;She had the SWEETEST teacher this year. Miss Boss is getting her diploma.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610293634569460930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4R0ih8WIOk/TdvEVgYl3MI/AAAAAAAABIo/e9dNX5jMltU/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" /&gt; Two days after graduation we had her dance recital. She is just too beautiful. Her eyelashes are killer and make me soooooo jealous. She is going to LOVE those one day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610293642640348514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LI9gxsE5b18/TdvEV-c11WI/AAAAAAAABIw/9fIiGEWWIYI/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is already a beautiful dancer and she takes it serious just like she takes everything else she tries to do. She is my little perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610293648921730562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OeCmimXM8-s/TdvEWV2cHgI/AAAAAAAABI4/8Ut_69bituY/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" /&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;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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-431357858272297983?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/431357858272297983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=431357858272297983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/431357858272297983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/431357858272297983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-year-down.html' title='Another Year Down'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKyexz0pV_o/TdvEU9HYVtI/AAAAAAAABIY/HLaOkPfBDMY/s72-c/DSC_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5755284842622915523</id><published>2011-04-18T21:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:54:08.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical Sunday at Mama and Daddy's</title><content type='html'>While I was growing up I looked forward to EVERY Sunday. We would go to my grandparents (Mimi and Papa) and eat Sunday lunch with the whole family. We would spend the day eating and playing with all of our cousins. It is one of my favorite memories from childhood. I am also so very happy that it is a tradition I have passed along to my kids. Almost every Sunday we go to my parents to eat after church and hang out with the family. Here are some pictures of a typical Sunday..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing the cousins in the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103224365567538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3bKtFz_TEo/TaznulOAzjI/AAAAAAAABIQ/uqKW4cNmR18/s320/DSC_0553.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging out in the back of Pappy's truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q9tKSs0MbQ/TaznubBwaHI/AAAAAAAABII/653cKcvugCE/s1600/DSC_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103221629806706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q9tKSs0MbQ/TaznubBwaHI/AAAAAAAABII/653cKcvugCE/s320/DSC_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being silly with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRgW-Hr0RAw/Taznt-oSPJI/AAAAAAAABIA/a1KcHeTES7U/s1600/DSC_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103214006779026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRgW-Hr0RAw/Taznt-oSPJI/AAAAAAAABIA/a1KcHeTES7U/s320/DSC_0550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing on the slide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJL1fyDB20s/TazntBgk1LI/AAAAAAAABH4/LoGRjwi43bQ/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103197599880370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJL1fyDB20s/TazntBgk1LI/AAAAAAAABH4/LoGRjwi43bQ/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing ball in the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zEVu4fNj5sw/Taznsx9cu7I/AAAAAAAABHw/46hsio0tDfI/s1600/DSC_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103193426017202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zEVu4fNj5sw/Taznsx9cu7I/AAAAAAAABHw/46hsio0tDfI/s320/DSC_0532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone likes to sit around a chit-chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc5SCAypRcE/Tazm3LvmCDI/AAAAAAAABHo/2Kn1CYxaH5c/s1600/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102272634292274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc5SCAypRcE/Tazm3LvmCDI/AAAAAAAABHo/2Kn1CYxaH5c/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swinging with Uncle Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv_Y3c0M4TM/Tazm2s9ooUI/AAAAAAAABHg/S41ACnFQMYs/s1600/DSC_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102264371683650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv_Y3c0M4TM/Tazm2s9ooUI/AAAAAAAABHg/S41ACnFQMYs/s320/DSC_0521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stopping for a quick second to look at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cBKM0v4Vc8/Tazm2NHseWI/AAAAAAAABHY/ybOH4y7n2FA/s1600/DSC_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102255823944034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cBKM0v4Vc8/Tazm2NHseWI/AAAAAAAABHY/ybOH4y7n2FA/s320/DSC_0509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fishing with Uncle Luke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This happens to be one of there favorite parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Sunday the fish were not biting. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zky8oyMpd8/Tazm1QAc6kI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Zu33GGJzqvM/s1600/DSC_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102239419001410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zky8oyMpd8/Tazm1QAc6kI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Zu33GGJzqvM/s320/DSC_0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amn4u43PmvI/Tazm1NFrMJI/AAAAAAAABHI/J7gV1hw8BK0/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102238635602066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amn4u43PmvI/Tazm1NFrMJI/AAAAAAAABHI/J7gV1hw8BK0/s320/DSC_0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday's happen to still be one of my favorite days. I thank God daily for the wonderful family I have. Not only are they my family, but they happen to be my dearest friends. I feel so very blessed!!!!&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/7484099888211296241-5755284842622915523?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5755284842622915523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5755284842622915523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5755284842622915523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5755284842622915523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2011/04/typical-sunday-at-mama-and-daddys.html' title='A typical Sunday at Mama and Daddy&apos;s'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3bKtFz_TEo/TaznulOAzjI/AAAAAAAABIQ/uqKW4cNmR18/s72-c/DSC_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5562919662582627354</id><published>2011-04-10T20:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:50:23.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After an extremely long hiatus......We are back to the blogging world.</title><content type='html'>It is almost--almost embarrassing that I have not blogged in almost a year. I can't say that there really is a reason for it. I guess that life is busy with 2 little ones and I just had to let something fall to the wayside and blogging was just that. Hopefully, and I know I have said this before, but I would like to start updating my blog more than once a year (we will see). I know it will be impossible for me to update the year so we are going to just start where we are.....Spring Break. Last week was Spring Break and I have been under the weather so Daddy was pretty much in charge all week. To spare you the details I had my gallbladder removed and a hernia repair done the Friday before we were out of school. I spent my first weekend of Spring Break pretty much drugged up. The kids survived and I am sure had fun with Mimi and Pappy and Daddy. We had to spend the beginning of our week very low key. Towards Thursday we were ready to get out of the house. We decided to take the kids bowling (their first time) and the go to Hopdonalds (what Captain Drools calls McDonalds). It was a fun outing. On Friday, we went to the park. The rest of the weekend we spent in the backyard. One of my favorite things about or tiny house is our huge backyard. For the kids birthday this year (3 and 5....too old I know) the grandparents bought them a swingset. It took 2 days for daddy and pappy to put it together, but I must say it was the best money EVER spent. We are always in the backyard having fun now. Here is my lovely backyard. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594115124973374194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSTfAIqX-og/TaJKETitivI/AAAAAAAABG4/Wq_IviaB6W8/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" /&gt; Here is the part of the yard with the swingset. We really have loved it. I just wish we had gotten one sooner. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594114065104084290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFTaWED3d04/TaJJGnOLnUI/AAAAAAAABGI/DH7lXUvcQ_g/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" /&gt; We spent everyday of our Spring Break enjoying lunch outside. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594115136403653442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slfrQrbRrr8/TaJKE-H5w0I/AAAAAAAABHA/jjEapEMwJ_8/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" /&gt; We also spent lots of time blowing bubbles which is one of their favorite things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594115119725406930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvEPnZIAXi8/TaJKD__f6tI/AAAAAAAABGo/cCK8GtWOn1s/s320/DSC_0369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, the weather got into the 80's so we thought that it was time to break out the sprinker. Miss Boss LOVED running through the water and getting wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pg_B8VvUVPg/TaJKEH4cQQI/AAAAAAAABGw/SRDbwRijYjE/s1600/DSC_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594115121843290370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pg_B8VvUVPg/TaJKEH4cQQI/AAAAAAAABGw/SRDbwRijYjE/s320/DSC_0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Captain Drools not so much. This is as close as he would get to the sprinkler, but he enjoyed watching his sister play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aktIMnBU2I/TaJJHXMuS3I/AAAAAAAABGg/VRwL5JhdMoU/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594114077982870386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aktIMnBU2I/TaJJHXMuS3I/AAAAAAAABGg/VRwL5JhdMoU/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of my girl enjoying the swingset and making a silly face for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ly-QEvgP-HQ/TaJJHCW9yZI/AAAAAAAABGY/BovLs6I-BLY/s1600/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594114072388684178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ly-QEvgP-HQ/TaJJHCW9yZI/AAAAAAAABGY/BovLs6I-BLY/s320/DSC_0308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His sweet little smile happens to be one of my most favorite things to look at!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzMuIp2UOf8/TaJJG9Dx1CI/AAAAAAAABGQ/_tzj-Y5IOXg/s1600/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594114070966031394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzMuIp2UOf8/TaJJG9Dx1CI/AAAAAAAABGQ/_tzj-Y5IOXg/s320/DSC_0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not ready to go back to work. I was so very blessed to get to spend the week with my beautiful family, but I only have 6 more weeks and we get to do all of this everyday!!! :) &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5562919662582627354?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5562919662582627354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5562919662582627354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5562919662582627354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5562919662582627354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-extremely-long-hiatuswe-are-back.html' title='After an extremely long hiatus......We are back to the blogging world.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSTfAIqX-og/TaJKETitivI/AAAAAAAABG4/Wq_IviaB6W8/s72-c/DSC_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7558462914368448000</id><published>2010-07-22T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:31:45.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The lazy days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have been pretty lazy here at this house.  I certainly do enjoy it though.  This summer we have been a little busier than we normally are.  We went to the beach and Jt and I chaperoned youth camp with our church.  That was such a fun week.  Here are some pictures from our summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgwzCy7AI/AAAAAAAABFA/05bTBstTfQ0/s1600/P6243166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgwzCy7AI/AAAAAAAABFA/05bTBstTfQ0/s320/P6243166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496749736657611778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools loves to climb into the dryer and bang on the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgwlDOAaI/AAAAAAAABE4/EVU27MtMU-Y/s1600/P6043150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgwlDOAaI/AAAAAAAABE4/EVU27MtMU-Y/s320/P6043150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496749732901290402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Boss had a dance recital this summer.  She LOVES to take dance. It is one of her favorite things to do. Isn't she beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgwFfsoII/AAAAAAAABEw/ELfUHtQ6X4k/s1600/P5023135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgwFfsoII/AAAAAAAABEw/ELfUHtQ6X4k/s320/P5023135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496749724430803074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgvsbENdI/AAAAAAAABEo/KelFGxVuL0M/s1600/P5023129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgvsbENdI/AAAAAAAABEo/KelFGxVuL0M/s320/P5023129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496749717700490706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are spending the day at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgCISHWII/AAAAAAAABEg/MQdn_yjtH4E/s1600/P4103118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgCISHWII/AAAAAAAABEg/MQdn_yjtH4E/s320/P4103118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496748934905157762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgBqjtRFI/AAAAAAAABEY/hAl-haPpDLA/s1600/P4103116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgBqjtRFI/AAAAAAAABEY/hAl-haPpDLA/s320/P4103116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496748926925882450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgBaWxG_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/QIanW4tvwdo/s1600/P4103115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgBaWxG_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/QIanW4tvwdo/s320/P4103115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496748922576641010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fourth of July is my most favorite holiday.  We went to the parade on Saturday, cookout and swam. Then on Sunday we went to see the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgBHTCBXI/AAAAAAAABEI/h6LeJvOYV2U/s1600/P7033293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgBHTCBXI/AAAAAAAABEI/h6LeJvOYV2U/s320/P7033293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496748917460698482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgAVm1yvI/AAAAAAAABEA/banqj-_NHg0/s1600/P7033294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgAVm1yvI/AAAAAAAABEA/banqj-_NHg0/s320/P7033294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496748904122010354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were very lucky to spend a week at the beach.  Captain Drools did not like the beach and he really doesn't care too much for the pool either.  He told me all week "I wanna pay (play) cars". I spent a lot of the week inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhe22zOf-I/AAAAAAAABD4/ObwC44pgXRo/s1600/P6283254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhe22zOf-I/AAAAAAAABD4/ObwC44pgXRo/s320/P6283254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747641722011618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We loved being beachfront.  We ate our meals outside. Miss Boss and I also set out there for hours telling stories. It was my most favorite part of our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhe2eGcfDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kedz1aXSVZI/s1600/P6303290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhe2eGcfDI/AAAAAAAABDw/kedz1aXSVZI/s320/P6303290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747635091733554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty lady on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhezsUlpsI/AAAAAAAABDo/6D_CPHGd7Wk/s1600/P6263230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhezsUlpsI/AAAAAAAABDo/6D_CPHGd7Wk/s320/P6263230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747587369543362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking to spend the evening at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhew_yxalI/AAAAAAAABDg/RKvhSiO77Ss/s1600/P6263223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhew_yxalI/AAAAAAAABDg/RKvhSiO77Ss/s320/P6263223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747541056809554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this boy. He just makes my little heart melt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhevJEbv2I/AAAAAAAABDY/lIKWVdmEvZc/s1600/P6253182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhevJEbv2I/AAAAAAAABDY/lIKWVdmEvZc/s320/P6253182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496747509187067746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7558462914368448000?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7558462914368448000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7558462914368448000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7558462914368448000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7558462914368448000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2010/07/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='The lazy days of Summer'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/TEhgwzCy7AI/AAAAAAAABFA/05bTBstTfQ0/s72-c/P6243166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-1596226224774939606</id><published>2010-05-27T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:26:43.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much going on....</title><content type='html'>In the last several months we have been very busy.  The kids have both had birthdays,  we have had spring break,  we have celebrated Easter, and Miss Boss finished her first year of preschool.  We have also survived another soccer season. The kids have kept me busy and I have loved every minute of it.  I am happy to say that hubby and I are both out of work for a couple of months :). Here are some pictures from the last couple of months.  Well, I guess long then a couple of months since it has been quite sometime since I have blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture of the 2 of them.  Captain Drools just got angry and tried to punch Miss Boss.  As you can see she is angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oPVYUckI/AAAAAAAABDQ/sQzf-FLBsjU/s1600/April+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oPVYUckI/AAAAAAAABDQ/sQzf-FLBsjU/s320/April+2010+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476139915808109122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oOymG17I/AAAAAAAABDI/99hY8zGDbCQ/s1600/P4033056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oOymG17I/AAAAAAAABDI/99hY8zGDbCQ/s320/P4033056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476139906470696882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oOqZD7AI/AAAAAAAABDA/ffTH4zTBpvY/s1600/P4043062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oOqZD7AI/AAAAAAAABDA/ffTH4zTBpvY/s320/P4043062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476139904268495874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oOWKn4ZI/AAAAAAAABC4/myPPAZNtNzY/s1600/P4043079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oOWKn4ZI/AAAAAAAABC4/myPPAZNtNzY/s320/P4043079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476139898839228818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oN5ynRnI/AAAAAAAABCw/GMO5JGDOS2k/s1600/P4053086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oN5ynRnI/AAAAAAAABCw/GMO5JGDOS2k/s320/P4053086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476139891222333042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-1596226224774939606?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1596226224774939606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=1596226224774939606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1596226224774939606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1596226224774939606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-going-on.html' title='So much going on....'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/S_8oPVYUckI/AAAAAAAABDQ/sQzf-FLBsjU/s72-c/April+2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3539815870566571953</id><published>2010-01-26T15:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:00:48.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon!</title><content type='html'>I have totally neglected my blog.  I have been very busy with work and loving and playing with my babies.  We have also all been sick.  It looks like we are finally all feeling better.  I am hoping that soon I will update my blog regularly.  I hate blogging without pictures. It is no fun for me and since I have lost my camera cord that goes to my camera I have no pictures to post.  It looks like this weekend I am going to go find something to help me.  I have pictures on my camera from this summer so when I start blogging watch out.  There will be a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a bunch of excuses, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-3539815870566571953?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3539815870566571953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3539815870566571953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3539815870566571953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3539815870566571953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8227651929807377852</id><published>2009-11-09T19:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:28:58.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>My sweet sweet boy.  I can't even begin to tell you how very much fun I have with this little one.  I have got to get how very funny he is on video.  I hear about how funny he is all the time and I must agree he is.  He has an infectious smile and can get me out of a crappy mood in seconds.  Jason and I wonder if he will be a comedian one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my little boy with a new hairdo from his sister.  She decided to give him a spit hairdo.  Gross I know, but I had to take a picture.  His hair is probably the one trait he has that I get the most compliments on.  I mean it is always sticking up and totally crazy no matter how what I do to his hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8o90NtUI/AAAAAAAABCI/V83bn8Q4jwM/s1600-h/september+and+october+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8o90NtUI/AAAAAAAABCI/V83bn8Q4jwM/s320/september+and+october+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275165005264194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools loves to eat.  He is the pickiest eater though.  He has a huge sweet tooth!  I love to give him very messy food and watch him eat it.  He will some how figure out how to get it from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi9PtFkqsI/AAAAAAAABCY/09zQyIjvDLo/s1600-h/september+and+october+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi9PtFkqsI/AAAAAAAABCY/09zQyIjvDLo/s320/september+and+october+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275830529567426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8ohvsDYI/AAAAAAAABCA/TvG5JeQFUig/s1600-h/september+and+october+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8ohvsDYI/AAAAAAAABCA/TvG5JeQFUig/s320/september+and+october+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275157470088578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only does he like food he also eats paint.  Normally Miss Boss paints when he is taking a nap. I finally decided to let him paint.  I knew he was going to eat it, but I decided to see what he did. In the picture below he is telling me "CHEEEEEESE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8pDk2W8I/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z26lltlOzQU/s1600-h/september+and+october+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8pDk2W8I/AAAAAAAABCQ/Z26lltlOzQU/s320/september+and+october+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275166551432130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is real serious about painting.  He loves art like his sister.  He will sit and color. He is finally to the point where he doesn't eat the crayons...heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7q4bN5GI/AAAAAAAABBg/JQvNOpHbttI/s1600-h/september+and+october+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7q4bN5GI/AAAAAAAABBg/JQvNOpHbttI/s320/september+and+october+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402274098406351970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7qD1VQyI/AAAAAAAABBI/0JCRvM1tH5M/s1600-h/september+and+october+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7qD1VQyI/AAAAAAAABBI/0JCRvM1tH5M/s320/september+and+october+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402274084288807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If Captain Drools wonders off in the house I can normally find him here.  He LOVES the bathtub, but he loves it the most when there is no water in it.  I have no idea what is so great about it.  I can sit him in a tub with no water and a few toys and he will stay in there for at least 30 minutes just playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8oKgYmKI/AAAAAAAABBw/OYIG4WTFmXY/s1600-h/september+and+october+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8oKgYmKI/AAAAAAAABBw/OYIG4WTFmXY/s320/september+and+october+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275151231883426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This boy LOVES his dog Rocky.  When we brought him home CD went crazy.  He loves to get into his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8oQgLpoI/AAAAAAAABB4/9OL4f_9fYLE/s1600-h/september+and+october+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8oQgLpoI/AAAAAAAABB4/9OL4f_9fYLE/s320/september+and+october+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275152841647746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And eat his food.  I have even caught him a couple of times eating his milkbones (see below).... They are fast friends and they are always getting in trouble together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7BLvCmYI/AAAAAAAABAw/mSXrGline-4/s1600-h/september+and+october+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7BLvCmYI/AAAAAAAABAw/mSXrGline-4/s320/september+and+october+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402273382035265922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7rKSPIjI/AAAAAAAABBo/sX1xgHaPBaI/s1600-h/september+and+october+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7rKSPIjI/AAAAAAAABBo/sX1xgHaPBaI/s320/september+and+october+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402274103200522802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently spent the day hiking up a local mountain.  Miss Boss loved and CD ran all the way up and down it.  He did make several stops to sit down and throw rocks.  Here they are posing with Jason and Pappy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7qi5AlfI/AAAAAAAABBY/vD_M2a8jfNs/s1600-h/september+and+october+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7qi5AlfI/AAAAAAAABBY/vD_M2a8jfNs/s320/september+and+october+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402274092625729010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools loves outside.  He would stay outside all day long if we could.  He loves to get dirt and try to ride Miss Boss's bike.  Her helmet is his favorite thing to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi9QLqhA5I/AAAAAAAABCg/psPRGn0em-4/s1600-h/september+and+october+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi9QLqhA5I/AAAAAAAABCg/psPRGn0em-4/s320/september+and+october+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402275838737580946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, CD gets into LOTS of trouble outside. On this day I had to spank him for running into the road.  We live on a quiet little street, but the cars that come down it are always going very fast.  This is the face he makes every single time I get onto him. Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7BWlEdTI/AAAAAAAABA4/bWGreIH2fQc/s1600-h/september+and+october+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7BWlEdTI/AAAAAAAABA4/bWGreIH2fQc/s320/september+and+october+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402273384946234674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools loves his sister.  They are finally getting to the age where they love to play together.  They play and play and play (fighting some too). They are snuggling up watching tv here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7BnHEqWI/AAAAAAAABBA/f38yZjK5IgM/s1600-h/september+and+october+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7BnHEqWI/AAAAAAAABBA/f38yZjK5IgM/s320/september+and+october+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402273389383821666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools loves his cousin.  They play so well together and I love to watch them interact.  Here they are dancing in the diapers together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7AvgjOPI/AAAAAAAABAg/nt_Z0BjJcl0/s1600-h/september+and+october+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7AvgjOPI/AAAAAAAABAg/nt_Z0BjJcl0/s320/september+and+october+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402273374458296562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools didn't really know what to think about Halloween this year.  I wasn't able to get very many pictures of him in his costume because he is so hard to caught he is always on the go.   He sure is the cutest little pumpkin I have ever seen though!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7qch96AI/AAAAAAAABBQ/pofoO7helbg/s1600-h/september+and+october+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi7qch96AI/AAAAAAAABBQ/pofoO7helbg/s320/september+and+october+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402274090918471682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Drools is the sweetest most loving little boy and I am so very happy to call him my son!&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be caught up.  Hopefully I wont wait that long again before I update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-8227651929807377852?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8227651929807377852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=8227651929807377852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8227651929807377852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8227651929807377852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/11/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Svi8o90NtUI/AAAAAAAABCI/V83bn8Q4jwM/s72-c/september+and+october+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3010993732331842922</id><published>2009-11-05T20:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:53:05.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot can happen in 3 month part 1.</title><content type='html'>Seriously I can not believe I haven't blogged in 3 months.  I have so much to catch up on.  I think In order not to make one post too terribly long I am going to put this into 2 parts. Part 1 Miss Boss and Part 2 Captain Drools.  Also, still cant find the cord to my camera ( I think I am going to have to break down and buy one) so these pictures were all taken with my camera phone so they are not the best quality. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Miss Boss started PreK3.  I am so very very lucky that she attends the school I am teaching at.  On her first day of school she was so very excited can you tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkXPOl2I/AAAAAAAAA84/FrdljJNRE8Y/s1600-h/september+and+october+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkXPOl2I/AAAAAAAAA84/FrdljJNRE8Y/s320/september+and+october+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400803939372144482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is in the car on the way to school.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkrLC_tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/lCL0zGfv8Dk/s1600-h/september+and+october+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkrLC_tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/lCL0zGfv8Dk/s320/september+and+october+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400803944723316434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many advantages of working at her school I can sneak away and take pictures of her while she enjoys her day. Below she is about to listen to a story from the one and only Santa Claus.  He came to the school to read them a book about what he does during the summer. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOI22PabwI/AAAAAAAABAY/QW0G4Fdaw5s/s1600-h/september+and+october+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOI22PabwI/AAAAAAAABAY/QW0G4Fdaw5s/s320/september+and+october+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400810854001831682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOI2lsL1gI/AAAAAAAABAQ/flT7oTNJNt0/s1600-h/september+and+october+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOI2lsL1gI/AAAAAAAABAQ/flT7oTNJNt0/s320/september+and+october+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400810849559107074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one little girl that loves school.  That kind of thing is right up her alley and I have a feeling she is always going to like school like her mama.  Except I went to school to socialize and I think she is actually going to like it to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my girl is old enough for school she is also old enough for choir and mission friends at church.  She loves going to both.  One Wednesday night they allowed the parents to come and sit and listen to the kids sing and observe what they do in choir.  I can't even begin to tell you how very much fun that was for me and Jason to sit and laugh at how very cute Miss Boss and her little friends were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOF-AoW9fI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ee02MxA6-NM/s1600-h/september+and+october+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOF-AoW9fI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ee02MxA6-NM/s320/september+and+october+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400807678515017202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Miss Boss and Captain Drools.  They are finally getting to a place where they can actually play together.  They do not always play very nicely, but I didn't always play nicely with my siblings either so I guess that just going to happen.  There are moments though when they play beautifully together.  This was one of those days.  Miss Boss thought her and CD needed capes on.  She has really started up with pretend and I love it.  She is also making up songs about EVERYTHING....including songs about everything we do. I don't turn the radio on too much anymore.  I don't want to miss out on the song that she might be making up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOF9ygVrhI/AAAAAAAAA_I/AUhr5saYyQ4/s1600-h/september+and+october+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOF9ygVrhI/AAAAAAAAA_I/AUhr5saYyQ4/s320/september+and+october+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400807674723282450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take this sweet little girl to see her first movie (other than the free movies that come out during the summer). We went to see Toy Story 1 and 2 in 3D.  We made it a fun mommy daughter day.  We left school one Friday went out to lunch and then the movie, just the 2 of us.  I think she really enjoyed having me all to herself and not having to share all the attention with her baby brother.  Doesn't she look cute with her glasses on?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvODKJe802I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/moym5s63ALU/s1600-h/september+and+october+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvODKJe802I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/moym5s63ALU/s320/september+and+october+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804588515021666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  below is a picture of the newest member of our family.  His name is Rocky.  I must tell you that I am soooo very shocked that we have a dog.  I don't really think of myself as a dog person, but I know that my husband is.  Miss Boss and I decided to go to Micheal's one day to get some craft stuff.  Well, petsmart is next to Micheals.  On this particular day an Petsmart was hosting a pet adoption day.  I have no idea what got into me but I came home with a dog.  I mean most people don't just buy a dog without really thinking about it.  Well needless t say I had the WORST case of buyers remorse for about a couple of days until I realized how very much the rest of the family truely loves Rocky.  There will be more blogs about this I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCky0JeSI/AAAAAAAAA9I/idaqmw0GlBI/s1600-h/september+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCky0JeSI/AAAAAAAAA9I/idaqmw0GlBI/s320/september+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400803946774755618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, since Jason is a high school teacher we get the oppurtunity to go to some high school football games and since he is a coach (not football) we get into most sporting events for free.  It is such a cheap form of entertainment.  Miss Boss has been going to football games since she was little bitty.  She LOVES going.  We normally go and watch the first half and the half time show which is her favorite part.  She then tells me she is sleepy and she falls asleep while I am holding her.  That is my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkUWHHcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/tU5u0Du6zpA/s1600-h/september+and+october+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkUWHHcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/tU5u0Du6zpA/s320/september+and+october+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400803938595708354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkMXJ53I/AAAAAAAAA8o/77GdcosgeHU/s1600-h/september+and+october+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkMXJ53I/AAAAAAAAA8o/77GdcosgeHU/s320/september+and+october+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400803936452601714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of wearing costumes to school on Halloween the kids dress like scarecrows.  Here is Miss Boss in her outfit. I had a lot of fun making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOHgGUkzwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/R1IfUUdhp-I/s1600-h/september+and+october+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOHgGUkzwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/R1IfUUdhp-I/s320/september+and+october+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400809363669831426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOHgBk3GeI/AAAAAAAAA_w/xF6aL31Mmc8/s1600-h/september+and+october+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOHgBk3GeI/AAAAAAAAA_w/xF6aL31Mmc8/s320/september+and+october+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400809362395961826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween night we went to a carnival at our church. Miss Boss has had her costume picked out for a while.  She loves Snow White.  Of course, in true Miss Boss fashion she had to have a black wig because "Snow White doesn't have yellow hair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOD_id8MSI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/B49pfcpmBmE/s1600-h/september+and+october+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOD_id8MSI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/B49pfcpmBmE/s320/september+and+october+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400805505754738978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Miss Boss with one of her good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOD_Qp9ImI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/njcgxIyx2PQ/s1600-h/september+and+october+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOD_Qp9ImI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/njcgxIyx2PQ/s320/september+and+october+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400805500973294178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we left the church we went to eat some BBQ.  Yummy.  Here is one of her more famous silly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvODKnqSOUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tAiOkzB-8dA/s1600-h/september+and+october+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvODKnqSOUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/tAiOkzB-8dA/s320/september+and+october+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804596615625026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Boss and Captain Drools got to also spend some time with their sweet little cousin.  They love it when he comes home for a visit and I love watching them play together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvODKTOOxxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/rhsrrXOE4bk/s1600-h/september+and+october+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvODKTOOxxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/rhsrrXOE4bk/s320/september+and+october+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804591129249554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update again with everything going on with my sweet little man. I really hope I don't go this long between blogs again.  This takes up to much time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-3010993732331842922?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3010993732331842922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3010993732331842922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3010993732331842922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3010993732331842922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/11/lot-can-happen-in-3-month-part-1.html' title='A lot can happen in 3 month part 1.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SvOCkXPOl2I/AAAAAAAAA84/FrdljJNRE8Y/s72-c/september+and+october+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4941585063840525138</id><published>2009-08-10T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:03:15.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days Of Summer</title><content type='html'>There has not really been a whole lot to blog about lately. (Not to mention I STILL can't find my camera cord).  We have basically been just hanging out around the house and I have really enjoyed it.  I go back to work next week so I am trying to fit in as much time with my sweet little ones as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are one morning watching TV on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMPC45wSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/QTpIXhBin-4/s1600-h/August+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMPC45wSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/QTpIXhBin-4/s320/August+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368515314671272226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another morning after eating breakfast I was trying to get a picture to email my hubby since he just went back to work.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMPSWHTWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/a_nJ0pRRGuo/s1600-h/August+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMPSWHTWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/a_nJ0pRRGuo/s320/August+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368515318820326754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is more like the way they are with each other.  Hahaha! She is always holding on to him and it makes him so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMO73yh-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rPN1pBg29MM/s1600-h/August+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMO73yh-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rPN1pBg29MM/s320/August+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368515312787556322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got out Miss Boss's princess tent . And of course, Captain Drools had to have fun in it as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMOSixGmI/AAAAAAAAA8A/mrsTx1LDibg/s1600-h/August+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMOSixGmI/AAAAAAAAA8A/mrsTx1LDibg/s320/August+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368515301693528674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is too funny not to post.  I was at my parents house the other day and my sister and Miss Boss were playing in my parents bedroom when my sister was laughing really loud.  I went into the room and there she was laying in my parents bassinet pretending to be a "bitty, bitty, baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMOuz0yeI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mg_19xgioOk/s1600-h/August+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMOuz0yeI/AAAAAAAAA8I/mg_19xgioOk/s320/August+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368515309281266146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4941585063840525138?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4941585063840525138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4941585063840525138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4941585063840525138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4941585063840525138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/08/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='Lazy Days Of Summer'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SoDMPC45wSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/QTpIXhBin-4/s72-c/August+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2723828456704445554</id><published>2009-07-25T21:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:01:01.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update.....can you believe it?</title><content type='html'>Look at me! I am finally updating my blog. Well, I have been quite busy lately. I know that is really hard to believe since I am out on summer break from teaching, but these two wild kids I live with keep me on my toes. I also still can't find the cord to my digital camera. I guess I will just have to use the pictures from my phone. Surprisingly though it took pretty good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach last week and had so much fun.  It was the first time in over 7 years we have all gone to the beach together.  There were 10 adult and 3 kids all in one house together.  I keep wondering what we are going to do next time we do this because both of my sister in laws are expecting.  Here are some pictures from our week......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left all of us ladies went and got pedicures.  Miss Boss was all about getting her toes painted.  I have been painting her toes since our first beach trip when she was 6 weeks old.  This was the first time she got them professionally done and she loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4VBABvuI/AAAAAAAAA5o/tARIim_7Qwk/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4VBABvuI/AAAAAAAAA5o/tARIim_7Qwk/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362582452500020962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't taken Captain Drools to the beach since last summer when he was about 6 month old so this was the first time he really got to play while he was there.  For weeks before we left we wondered what he would think.  When Miss Boss was his age she hated the ocean (she said it was gross) and ate all the sand.  Well, I must say my little man LOVED the beach he loved everything about it.  The first thing he did when we walked out there was go straight to the water and just sit in it and giggle.  This boy sure does love to giggle.  Here are a few pictures of him having fun at the beach. It was very hard to get a picture of him because he was always on the move.  He NEVER sits still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WUwAd0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/h9_uTeCxeQk/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WUwAd0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/h9_uTeCxeQk/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583574493034306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7gaM6m3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/0MkLjeOitCo/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7gaM6m3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/0MkLjeOitCo/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362585946778409842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7f-Nix1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zmOJWqTNJUY/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7f-Nix1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zmOJWqTNJUY/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362585939264849746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6m4pMelI/AAAAAAAAA64/I1TtrBylUbc/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6m4pMelI/AAAAAAAAA64/I1TtrBylUbc/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362584958517672530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6moM7E_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/Tq5bW5wyBnY/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6moM7E_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/Tq5bW5wyBnY/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362584954104124402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6mWpGJGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/kmLHg_E5jIU/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6mWpGJGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/kmLHg_E5jIU/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362584949390451810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5Vw18qqI/AAAAAAAAA6A/AphGsWnwbuE/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+035a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5Vw18qqI/AAAAAAAAA6A/AphGsWnwbuE/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+035a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583564854274722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have noticed in some of these pictures Captain Drools has a big mark on his eye.  He has gone Bonkers lately (as my sister says).  He is not just wild he is beyond wild.......Bonkers.  Well, he decided to run away from us one day and we just weren't fast enough and he took a header down some outside stairs.  Let me just tell you it scared the bejesus out of ALL of us.  This boy is going to give me so many scares.  I just KNOW it.  He is wild, but so incredibly sweet.  Here he is after a long day of playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WaMYnwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/vDxMbHcWDwI/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WaMYnwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/vDxMbHcWDwI/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583575954235138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed up one night and attempted to get a family picture.  Anyone with children know how very hard it is to get a somewhat descent picture.  Well, of course I have better ones on my camera (like I said earlier).  This is the only one that was taken with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6nDBGJwI/AAAAAAAAA7A/h80j9GY9VL0/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6nDBGJwI/AAAAAAAAA7A/h80j9GY9VL0/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362584961302275842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is me and my most favorite guy.  I love this picture of us even though I have NO makeup one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7gZGWuWI/AAAAAAAAA7w/GYxLNzhdofE/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7gZGWuWI/AAAAAAAAA7w/GYxLNzhdofE/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362585946482456930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I got a good picture of both of my babies.  We were about to leave to go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WA_BGlI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lUSYBYNwfqE/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WA_BGlI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lUSYBYNwfqE/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583569187281490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Miss Boss was talking about the beach weeks before we even left.  She loves the beach.  Her favorite toy at our house is the sandbox so naturally her favorite part about vacation was playing in the sand.  Here are some pictures of my favorite girl at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7fujlgoI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zm90r4L26ro/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7fujlgoI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zm90r4L26ro/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362585935062336130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7gAiHRnI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-4k8JPEPvCg/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu7gAiHRnI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-4k8JPEPvCg/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362585939887998578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4U5g5D6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/9ViF2JkB8kc/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4U5g5D6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/9ViF2JkB8kc/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362582450490380194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6nFRP_iI/AAAAAAAAA7I/BKGYi6N5vAM/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+212a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu6nFRP_iI/AAAAAAAAA7I/BKGYi6N5vAM/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+212a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362584961906900514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4VpKbNhI/AAAAAAAAA54/6OK3BT3-Y_c/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4VpKbNhI/AAAAAAAAA54/6OK3BT3-Y_c/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362582463281051154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4VVPef3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Aj5Y8IQ7c2c/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4VVPef3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Aj5Y8IQ7c2c/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362582457933528946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WtE_uiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/W2jCqRl9vSc/s1600-h/St+George+Island+July+2009+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu5WtE_uiI/AAAAAAAAA6g/W2jCqRl9vSc/s320/St+George+Island+July+2009+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583581023517218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2723828456704445554?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2723828456704445554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2723828456704445554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2723828456704445554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2723828456704445554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-updatecan-you-believe-it.html' title='Finally an update.....can you believe it?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Smu4VBABvuI/AAAAAAAAA5o/tARIim_7Qwk/s72-c/St+George+Island+July+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2338422053856460676</id><published>2009-07-08T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:09:23.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>I know that I haven't updated my blog in what seems like forever.  I was going to do it today, but as it turns out I can't find my camera or the cord that attaches it to the computer.  We have been having all kinds of fun this summer.  Stay tune.  I promise I will be updating very soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2338422053856460676?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2338422053856460676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2338422053856460676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2338422053856460676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2338422053856460676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6582713150910325752</id><published>2009-06-10T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:26:31.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....something looks different?  I can't tell what it is though...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Si_PBqcz4gI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EpF4kZSHHpo/s1600-h/MayJune+iphone+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Si_PBqcz4gI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EpF4kZSHHpo/s320/MayJune+iphone+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345718910194016770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Si_PBeXdvEI/AAAAAAAAA5I/4HK5iWeg2sQ/s1600-h/MayJune+iphone+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Si_PBeXdvEI/AAAAAAAAA5I/4HK5iWeg2sQ/s320/MayJune+iphone+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345718906950368322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Si_PBLWKmHI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eIRrBYbP1io/s1600-h/MayJune+iphone+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Si_PBLWKmHI/AAAAAAAAA5A/eIRrBYbP1io/s320/MayJune+iphone+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345718901844646002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-6582713150910325752?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6582713150910325752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6582713150910325752' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6582713150910325752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6582713150910325752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmmsomething-looks-different-i-cant.html' title='Hmmm....something looks different?  I can&apos;t tell what it is though...'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Si_PBqcz4gI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EpF4kZSHHpo/s72-c/MayJune+iphone+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8953853423958031845</id><published>2009-06-01T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:04:57.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to band practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miss Boss loves Twin Thunder's CD. We listen to it all the time in the car.  Last Sunday night Uncle Luke invited us to come to his band practice. Miss Boss loved it......however, the most surprising was Captain Drools. He stood up, started dancing, screaming, and then he took his paci out of his mouth and threw it at the band like a girl throwing her panties on stage.  It was hilarious.  He was very upset when we had to leave. It was so loud and I didn't have any earplugs that fit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSUWbAWkOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/IYsPR_b-A0Y/s1600-h/May+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSUWbAWkOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/IYsPR_b-A0Y/s320/May+2009+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342558170895519970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSUWqxapAI/AAAAAAAAA44/frPhu-eP4Vk/s1600-h/May+2009+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSUWqxapAI/AAAAAAAAA44/frPhu-eP4Vk/s320/May+2009+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342558175127839746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSUWPz6VuI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Z3z0tqhK63U/s1600-h/May+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSUWPz6VuI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Z3z0tqhK63U/s320/May+2009+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342558167890548450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-8953853423958031845?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8953853423958031845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=8953853423958031845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8953853423958031845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8953853423958031845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-to-band-practice.html' title='Going to band practice'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSUWbAWkOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/IYsPR_b-A0Y/s72-c/May+2009+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-1065678493953060035</id><published>2009-06-01T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:50:14.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Faces of Miss Boss!</title><content type='html'>One of Miss Boss's favorite things to do is make faces. She does it all day long...."Mommy look at me....is this funny." That is about how our conversations go on most days.  She LOVES crossing her eyes "I see 2 mommies."  After a take a picture she has to see it and then she laughs and laughs.  I wonder if she will be a comedian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSmL0Cs2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/67L1u9B_iOg/s1600-h/May+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSmL0Cs2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/67L1u9B_iOg/s320/May+2009+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342556242672005986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSmfPS3kI/AAAAAAAAA4g/mR_TqoiUvjk/s1600-h/May+2009+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSmfPS3kI/AAAAAAAAA4g/mR_TqoiUvjk/s320/May+2009+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342556247886585410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSlylqmCI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7_UkclC-ODo/s1600-h/May+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSlylqmCI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7_UkclC-ODo/s320/May+2009+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342556235900819490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSlT7IaoI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jyGHbX_RDs0/s1600-h/May+2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSlT7IaoI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jyGHbX_RDs0/s320/May+2009+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342556227669355138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSlM5R9BI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Turgey_CgYg/s1600-h/May+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSlM5R9BI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Turgey_CgYg/s320/May+2009+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342556225782543378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-1065678493953060035?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1065678493953060035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=1065678493953060035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1065678493953060035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1065678493953060035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-faces-of-miss-boss.html' title='The Many Faces of Miss Boss!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SiSSmL0Cs2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/67L1u9B_iOg/s72-c/May+2009+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5708807039860882086</id><published>2009-05-19T14:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:29:21.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Chuck E. Cheese.</title><content type='html'>My mom and I decided to take the little ones to Chuck E. Cheese today. We thought since school gets out next week we better go now before it gets crazy.  Uncle Luke and Aunt Naomi were off of work and decided to go with us. We were so happy.  We all had the best time and we are planning on going again very soon when daddy can go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their favorite ride was the carousel. We rode it over and over again. My mom and I had to take turns walking next to Captain Drools because we were getting so very dizzy following the carousel around and around and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMG2ZV4nuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Mn_feG54vnM/s1600-h/May+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMG2ZV4nuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Mn_feG54vnM/s320/May+2009+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617514949549794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Boss loved it too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMG26Tz1gI/AAAAAAAAA34/Pik13-atuOU/s1600-h/May+2009+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMG26Tz1gI/AAAAAAAAA34/Pik13-atuOU/s320/May+2009+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617523799217666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They could ride most of the rides together which was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMG15a01HI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Q6zsDytyuDE/s1600-h/May+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMG15a01HI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Q6zsDytyuDE/s320/May+2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617506380338290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This girl makes the funniest faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBv2-yt9I/AAAAAAAAA3g/b_JvJYKQRgg/s1600-h/May+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBv2-yt9I/AAAAAAAAA3g/b_JvJYKQRgg/s320/May+2009+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337611905088534482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBvgQqAGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/XEK4Z815Lk8/s1600-h/May+2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBvgQqAGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/XEK4Z815Lk8/s320/May+2009+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337611898989445218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools loved this little car.  He kept talking to Chuck the mouse it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBvHE9wPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/PY1Vzeou7i8/s1600-h/May+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBvHE9wPI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/PY1Vzeou7i8/s320/May+2009+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337611892229521650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools' loved riding the horse too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBuwVhgWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cyOwJSt52hM/s1600-h/May+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBuwVhgWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cyOwJSt52hM/s320/May+2009+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337611886124958050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted to play Skee Ball with Uncle Luke really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBulb6b3I/AAAAAAAAA3A/SW1s1mNBN-I/s1600-h/May+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMBulb6b3I/AAAAAAAAA3A/SW1s1mNBN-I/s320/May+2009+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337611883198967666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5708807039860882086?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5708807039860882086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5708807039860882086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5708807039860882086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5708807039860882086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-chuck-e-cheese.html' title='A trip to Chuck E. Cheese.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShMG2ZV4nuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Mn_feG54vnM/s72-c/May+2009+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8542421785490061655</id><published>2009-05-18T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:54:57.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody got a haircut!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been almost 2 months since Miss Boss gave herself a haircut. I decided this weekend to take her to finally get everything fixed.  She was not born with a lot of hair and it has taken her a very long time to grow what little hair she has.  This was her first official "professional" haircut. I have trimmed her hair up from time to time (even after the infamous Joe Dirt cut).  When we got there she just looked around and as you can tell she was very serious about getting her haircut.  She gets so serious about things like this.  I have NO IDEA where she gets that from. She did enjoy staring at herself in the mirror the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA16jiTfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0J7NGbdTJOg/s1600-h/May+2009+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA16jiTfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0J7NGbdTJOg/s320/May+2009+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329434638831090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2IIwayI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UmzU3w-T548/s1600-h/May+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2IIwayI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UmzU3w-T548/s320/May+2009+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329438284606242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2ST2uBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/9IubnV03ER4/s1600-h/May+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2ST2uBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/9IubnV03ER4/s320/May+2009+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329441015511058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2gViMAI/AAAAAAAAA2w/yJCcceuRnEk/s1600-h/May+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2gViMAI/AAAAAAAAA2w/yJCcceuRnEk/s320/May+2009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329444780650498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2kgvTaI/AAAAAAAAA24/wuPpVurq3ZQ/s1600-h/May+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA2kgvTaI/AAAAAAAAA24/wuPpVurq3ZQ/s320/May+2009+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329445901389218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-8542421785490061655?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8542421785490061655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=8542421785490061655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8542421785490061655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8542421785490061655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/05/somebody-got-haircut.html' title='Somebody got a haircut!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ShIA16jiTfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0J7NGbdTJOg/s72-c/May+2009+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2125123728166105450</id><published>2009-05-11T14:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:38:55.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on?</title><content type='html'>It has been such a busy couple of weeks.  This time of year is always so very busy for the 2 of us. My hubby and I are both teachers and school is winding down. We are looking forward to the summer and I hopefully will be able to update the blog a little more frequently! Here is what has been going on with us (other than working).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is in an amazing band....Twin Thunder. They just released a new CD. A couple of weekends ago his band was playing in a little town right out of Nashville. Hubby and I decided we really wanted to go see them play. Any excuse for a road trip. I LOVE road trips. They are always so much fun. We left early Saturday morning and made a few stops on the way to the hotel (mainly for outlet shopping and boiled peanuts, hubby's favorite). We had talked about going into Nashville and spending the day, but spending the afternoon taking a nap sounded better to us since we are getting old and we can't stay up late anymore without a nap. How terrible does that sound..... Well, my brother and his wife showed up a couple of hours later and we went to dinner and off the the bar to see his band play.  Since this was the first time I had seen them live (I have heard them in my parents basement for several years) I didn't know what to expect, but they were AMAZING. I was soooooo very proud of him. We had so much fun together.  When we got back the next week my sister emailed me an article that was in Performer Magazine about Twin Thunder's debut album.&lt;br /&gt;http://viewer.zmags.com/publication/8c8bb72b#/8c8bb72b/54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the pictures from our ride back. Sorry. I forgot to take pictures there. I am terrible about remembering to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzqpkX3dI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YZysv522c1M/s1600-h/May+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzqpkX3dI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YZysv522c1M/s320/May+2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640935170465234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our trip I was SO ready to get back and see the little ones. I missed them like crazy. It was the longest I had been away without either one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week not a whole lot of stuff went on around here. On Thursday we went to Pappy's softball game and had dinner at Dairy Queen. Miss Boss and Captain Drools' both LOVE ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sghzq2gI-lI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ktf187L1Lns/s1600-h/May+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sghzq2gI-lI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ktf187L1Lns/s320/May+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640938642373202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzqlmYaiI/AAAAAAAAA14/8vBEruaXtT4/s1600-h/May+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzqlmYaiI/AAAAAAAAA14/8vBEruaXtT4/s320/May+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640934105147938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to Home Depot. Miss Boss and Captain Drools LOVE riding in the shopping carts there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzrNZXp9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/2bb53DM9b00/s1600-h/May+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzrNZXp9I/AAAAAAAAA2I/2bb53DM9b00/s320/May+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640944787990482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have also been very fortunate to spend sometime with our neices.  Miss Boss just loves playing with them. They always entertain each other so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzqRfyuBI/AAAAAAAAA1o/09ONLHvOQX4/s1600-h/May+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzqRfyuBI/AAAAAAAAA1o/09ONLHvOQX4/s320/May+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640928708802578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2125123728166105450?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2125123728166105450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2125123728166105450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2125123728166105450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2125123728166105450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is going on?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SghzqpkX3dI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YZysv522c1M/s72-c/May+2009+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5217621969600122359</id><published>2009-05-01T21:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:19:44.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Daddy!</title><content type='html'>I love Springtime. It is one of my favorite times of year.  We try and spend as much time as possible outside before it gets way to hot and muggy (not to mention the mosquitoes). However, it is also one of our busiest times of year.  School is winding down. This to me means more work in order to get everything ready for the end of school.  Jason also coaches high school soccer and this week their season ended.  When he is coaching there are A LOT of days that I feel like a single mom.  He is leaves in the morning before we wake up and when he gets home I am the only one awake.  I know that is hard for him to do sometimes.  He likes to call me on his way home to find out if there is an off chance they are awake because he HATES going a whole day without seeing these little ones. We are so happy to have him home in the afternoons to play with us. We are looking forward to spending a whole summer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sfuk27RD-tI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gtYdqsZz-U8/s1600-h/April+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sfuk27RD-tI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gtYdqsZz-U8/s320/April+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331035847452261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sfuk2jgbVdI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/iEagRzpUUQk/s1600-h/April+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sfuk2jgbVdI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/iEagRzpUUQk/s320/April+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331035841074255314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sfuk3OZ9PeI/AAAAAAAAA1g/JnXzMLeKHPI/s1600-h/April+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sfuk3OZ9PeI/AAAAAAAAA1g/JnXzMLeKHPI/s320/April+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331035852589841890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5217621969600122359?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5217621969600122359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5217621969600122359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5217621969600122359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5217621969600122359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-with-daddy.html' title='Playing with Daddy!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sfuk27RD-tI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gtYdqsZz-U8/s72-c/April+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4486845364853103169</id><published>2009-04-24T16:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:40:56.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SfIl5Wr9SwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/haAVIifHIUg/s1600-h/love_dare_cover_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SfIl5Wr9SwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/haAVIifHIUg/s320/love_dare_cover_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328362976405441282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months my husband and I had heard about the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fireproof&lt;/span&gt; and that we really needed to watch it.  Well, for our Valentine's date this year we rented the movie, put the kids in bed, and watched it.  It was so good. I cried through the whole movie.  Here is the trailer if you are not familiar with the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K23hSajG2K8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have luckily had the opportunity to participate in a 40 day Bible study.  The Bible study is called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love Dare&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Love Dare&lt;/em&gt; personally leads you through daily devotionals, records your thoughts and experiences, and ends each day daring you to perform a simple act of love for your spouse.  We are currently on Day 3.  On Day 1 our first dare was not to say anything negative to one another. On Day 2 we had to continue to not say anything negative and then to preform a random act of kindness for one another.  I decided to put away Jason's laundry....this might seem weird to some of you, but he always tells me I have to put mine and everyone elses up so to please not worry about his.  He also has more laundry then everyone else combined. (From coaching and work I guess) It took me 30 minutes to put fold, hang up and put away all of his laundry.  Last night after dinner I came into the living room and set down and played with the kids while My hubby cleaned the entire kitchen.  He washed the counters, put away food, loaded, and unloaded the dishwasher.  It was so wonderful.  Today is Day 3. Today our dare is to buy our spouse something during the day to let them know we are thinking about them.  I must admit I didn't give my husband that much credit.  I figured he would just pick me something up on his way home from soccer practice tonight, but to my surprise when I got home from lunch with my family this was waiting in the kitchen for me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SfIl5Dh8jcI/AAAAAAAAA1A/LjD4lEgBVVw/s1600-h/April+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SfIl5Dh8jcI/AAAAAAAAA1A/LjD4lEgBVVw/s320/April+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328362971263176130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He must have came home during his planning period in order to surprise me.  Boy did he surprise me.  It was so very nice.  I can already tell in 3 days that this is going to be a very big changing point in our marriage!  I am very eager to see what else God has in store for us as we continue to grow together. I am sure it is going to get harder (because so far it has been fun). I will try and remember to update on how it is going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4486845364853103169?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4486845364853103169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4486845364853103169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4486845364853103169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4486845364853103169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-dare.html' title='Love Dare'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SfIl5Wr9SwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/haAVIifHIUg/s72-c/love_dare_cover_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4363069339492232372</id><published>2009-04-13T20:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:02:23.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday!</title><content type='html'>We always have a very busy, but fun Easter.  The morning started off my going to check out what the Easter bunny brought the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Captain Drools basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePdEAZQTHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PKmj6eSf1TE/s1600-h/P4112298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePdEAZQTHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PKmj6eSf1TE/s320/P4112298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324342245377199218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Miss Boss' basket. Lots of paint of course.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePdRSs3E1I/AAAAAAAAA0o/T6IFGj8HoeU/s1600-h/P4112297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePdRSs3E1I/AAAAAAAAA0o/T6IFGj8HoeU/s320/P4112297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324342473629569874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They each got a pair of sunglasses. Aren't they super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePdED0lhQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/bH9IeVw06Dg/s1600-h/P4122305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePdED0lhQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/bH9IeVw06Dg/s320/P4122305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324342246297142530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After checking out what the bunny brought we all got ready to go to church.  If you notice I tried to slick down Captain Drools' hair.  I like it all crazy better though! I love how high his pants are too. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcgBlwXWI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1-YvWyvHnZo/s1600-h/P4122307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcgBlwXWI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1-YvWyvHnZo/s320/P4122307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341627222777186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcf_ZIXjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/webfBYwpa1M/s1600-h/P4122308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcf_ZIXjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/webfBYwpa1M/s320/P4122308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341626632953394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a typical family picture.  Miss Boss is trying to make a funny face and Captain Drools is trying to escape.  This is one of my favorite pictures to because this captures them all so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcfqHT_DI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ZcQNXcYRB2w/s1600-h/P4122310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcfqHT_DI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ZcQNXcYRB2w/s320/P4122310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341620921072690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my and Miss Boss.  I know, I know, a picture of me.  Can you believe it?  I finally remember to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcfpccCZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/UMe7yuICyy4/s1600-h/P4122313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcfpccCZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/UMe7yuICyy4/s320/P4122313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341620741245330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walked outside to leave for church and this is how Miss Boss was standing.  She looked so stinkin cute I had to take her picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcfX2wqPI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ZklOm3tt4bs/s1600-h/P4122314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcfX2wqPI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ZklOm3tt4bs/s320/P4122314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341616019810546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church we went to my Uncles house and had a very yummy lunch and then had an Easter egg hunt.  Captain Drools wasn't really interested in what was going on.  He kept trying to eat the candy still in the wrapper.  I had to throw a few pieces away because they were a slimy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcD5h48QI/AAAAAAAAAzo/xnBiyvIsW44/s1600-h/P4122328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcD5h48QI/AAAAAAAAAzo/xnBiyvIsW44/s320/P4122328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341144022741250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She took egg hunting serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcDul8IkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/huYxWaZ42kg/s1600-h/P4122330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcDul8IkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/huYxWaZ42kg/s320/P4122330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341141086937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a break and having some juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcDa546jI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bqCswxPlDYM/s1600-h/P4122338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcDa546jI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bqCswxPlDYM/s320/P4122338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341135801903666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Boss was in heaven since there was a swing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcDGWrnuI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bL4x9LskM6k/s1600-h/P4122339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcDGWrnuI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bL4x9LskM6k/s320/P4122339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341130285522658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a sandbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcC8It84I/AAAAAAAAAzI/6orAPn19dro/s1600-h/P4122342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePcC8It84I/AAAAAAAAAzI/6orAPn19dro/s320/P4122342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341127542600578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4363069339492232372?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4363069339492232372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4363069339492232372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4363069339492232372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4363069339492232372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePdEAZQTHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PKmj6eSf1TE/s72-c/P4112298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3750125549990323407</id><published>2009-04-13T20:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:34:41.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A really fun week!!!!</title><content type='html'>So this post is long.  I guess that is what happens when so much happens and I don't blog.  Well, last week was Spring Break so we had a whole week off.  This is one of the many reasons I am so happy I am a teacher and I married one.  We get to spend lots of holidays together and the whole summer.  Moving on.......This week we didn't go anywhere or really do anything special.  We just enjoyed being together.  Here are a few of my pictures from the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one morning to this.  I love that they are getting old enough to really enjoy one another.  They love playing together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAzn17dI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qo3AskIFG2o/s1600-h/P4092276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAzn17dI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qo3AskIFG2o/s320/P4092276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332294804467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools has a new skill.  He is able to get out of everything. When Miss Boss was little I always wondered if people really used straps on highchairs or shopping carts at the store.  Now I know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAuqrYVI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sbLWg2xFIvc/s1600-h/P4072271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAuqrYVI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sbLWg2xFIvc/s320/P4072271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332293474181458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend was in town and we meet at the park for a play date.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU5GPfB_I/AAAAAAAAAy4/RSP9uUuEYbg/s1600-h/P4092284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU5GPfB_I/AAAAAAAAAy4/RSP9uUuEYbg/s320/P4092284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324333261875251186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU5My8UiI/AAAAAAAAAyw/2Dqp-F64igU/s1600-h/P4092281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU5My8UiI/AAAAAAAAAyw/2Dqp-F64igU/s320/P4092281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324333263634584098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Boss stayed in the swing the whole 2.5 hours we were at the park.  She is a woman obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU45WStcI/AAAAAAAAAyo/OJRsDKc2Cyc/s1600-h/P4092279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU45WStcI/AAAAAAAAAyo/OJRsDKc2Cyc/s320/P4092279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324333258414142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU4izGOEI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o0ZPDGAxqXg/s1600-h/P4092278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU4izGOEI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o0ZPDGAxqXg/s320/P4092278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324333252360943682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Drools was wiped out from a fun day at the park.  He feel asleep in the car.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU5zUZu2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/zkLMzG36Y5I/s1600-h/P4092285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePU5zUZu2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/zkLMzG36Y5I/s320/P4092285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324333273975470946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the week Miss Boss painted.  She LOVES to paint.  She will paint for hours.  Everything she sees she wants to paint.  A tree, a flower, people.  She is very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAHGTwjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wdtnD3PLZms/s1600-h/P4072269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAHGTwjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wdtnD3PLZms/s320/P4072269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332282852655666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePT_0gl6GI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wWPGYlJC1k8/s1600-h/P4072268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePT_0gl6GI/AAAAAAAAAx4/wWPGYlJC1k8/s320/P4072268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332277862623330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just from one day.  I have stacks and stacks of her paintings and being the pack rat I am, I can't throw them away. As you can tell she loves to paint with the color black! I think it is her favorite color.  When I bought her a new carseat I let her chose a pink one with flowers or a black one.  She chose black.  That's my girl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAXbNEjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/58blFEoj-5Y/s1600-h/P4072270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAXbNEjI/AAAAAAAAAyI/58blFEoj-5Y/s320/P4072270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332287235265074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-3750125549990323407?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3750125549990323407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3750125549990323407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3750125549990323407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3750125549990323407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/really-fun-week.html' title='A really fun week!!!!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SePUAzn17dI/AAAAAAAAAyY/qo3AskIFG2o/s72-c/P4092276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8349427078008249927</id><published>2009-04-10T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:50:55.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naajYZSbWdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/naajYZSbWdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-8349427078008249927?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8349427078008249927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=8349427078008249927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8349427078008249927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8349427078008249927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3066856047400933785</id><published>2009-04-05T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:01:43.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Gigi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SdkNIjW8FMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/pr-rgH9mY_Q/s1600-h/P3262239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SdkNIjW8FMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/pr-rgH9mY_Q/s320/P3262239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321298875296519362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Boss loves getting mail especially when it is a present.  Gigi sent Miss Boss this pretty dress in the mail. Doesn't she look happy to try it on?  Thank you so much Gigi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-3066856047400933785?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3066856047400933785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3066856047400933785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3066856047400933785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3066856047400933785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-gigi.html' title='Thank you Gigi!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SdkNIjW8FMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/pr-rgH9mY_Q/s72-c/P3262239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5344566253513364190</id><published>2009-03-24T20:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:17:34.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see a resemblance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scl3EokonJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LZDEYE7QK5w/s1600-h/Joe+Dirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scl3EokonJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LZDEYE7QK5w/s320/Joe+Dirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316911756581837970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scl3dlYrkDI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xgH_O_YVqsQ/s1600-h/P3242233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scl3dlYrkDI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xgH_O_YVqsQ/s320/P3242233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316912185223122994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scl3FGrscbI/AAAAAAAAAxY/lkCRCDuYE3U/s1600-h/P3242232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scl3FGrscbI/AAAAAAAAAxY/lkCRCDuYE3U/s320/P3242232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316911764664512946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how her lovely hair looks when she get out of the bath tub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5344566253513364190?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5344566253513364190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5344566253513364190' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5344566253513364190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5344566253513364190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-see-resemblance.html' title='Do you see a resemblance?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scl3EokonJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LZDEYE7QK5w/s72-c/Joe+Dirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3439424913887464747</id><published>2009-03-22T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:52:36.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful Sunday!</title><content type='html'>The weather has just been so unbelievable.  I have enjoyed being able to play outside with my little ones (even though Captain Drools is eating grass, sticks, and whatever else he can get his hands on.  Today we went over to my parents house for Sunday lunch (like we always do).  After we ate we went outside and just soaked up the wonderful weather.  Here is Captain Drools and Pappy (his favorite person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scbog5R9_HI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qsp8_sb09EI/s1600-h/P3222208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scbog5R9_HI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qsp8_sb09EI/s320/P3222208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316192061987093618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those sweet baby feet.  He is trying to escape to the driveway.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ScbohL4qNYI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iaDabKCm85Q/s1600-h/P3222207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ScbohL4qNYI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iaDabKCm85Q/s320/P3222207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316192066981213570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were playing with Captain Drools, Miss Boss was down at my parents pond fishing with Uncle Luke.  Miss Boss has never been fishing before and loved it.  She even caught a fish.  Can you believe it?  It is actually a pretty big fish.  We were all so impressed.  When it was time to leave to go home Uncle Luke gave her a plastic worm to take with her.  Well, Miss Boss loves that worm.  She is even sleeping with it right now.  She asked me if I could get hims some "covers". So, tomorrow we are making her worm a blanket.  Oh, the things that girl thinks of.  I love her pose in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scbof6UyQII/AAAAAAAAAw4/L733trXle6s/s1600-h/P3222211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scbof6UyQII/AAAAAAAAAw4/L733trXle6s/s320/P3222211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316192045087473794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ScbofjLK1WI/AAAAAAAAAww/6479H1fy6VA/s1600-h/P3222212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/ScbofjLK1WI/AAAAAAAAAww/6479H1fy6VA/s320/P3222212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316192038873126242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scboe3Sb3yI/AAAAAAAAAwo/nIhbsJ8ix5k/s1600-h/P3222213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scboe3Sb3yI/AAAAAAAAAwo/nIhbsJ8ix5k/s320/P3222213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316192027092442914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-3439424913887464747?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3439424913887464747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3439424913887464747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3439424913887464747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3439424913887464747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-wonderful-sunday.html' title='What a Wonderful Sunday!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Scbog5R9_HI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qsp8_sb09EI/s72-c/P3222208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7315648005166939030</id><published>2009-03-14T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:57:31.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissors Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Well, today has been an interesting day at our house.  I woke up from a nice much needed nap to my husband saying "What did you do......Oh no! What did you do?"  As a mother, that is not something I love to wake up too.  Well J came running into the room with Miss Boss's hand and he was carrying this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNTkOPPcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/9JWBGMpaSVQ/s1600-h/P3142184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNTkOPPcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/9JWBGMpaSVQ/s320/P3142184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313206658926591426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It turned out Miss Boss was sitting at the kitchen table eating a snack when she spotted some scissors.  Now let me tell you she got put on scissor "restriction" this week for cutting my kitchen curtains already.  She asked her daddy for some more to eat and when he went in there this is what he found.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNSrP1XtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/g__jzpbGcX0/s1600-h/P3142186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNSrP1XtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/g__jzpbGcX0/s320/P3142186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313206643632463570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that she cut her beautiful hair.  I was furious with her.  I sent her to her room so I could calm down and think about what I was going to do.  When I called her back into my room.  I told her I was mad and that I can't believe that she cut her hair and I asked her why she did.  She just looked at me and she was crying because we have had this conversation over and over again that we only cut paper with scissor.  I asked her if she liked it and she said "Yeah".  I told her that I did not like it so she asked me if I "could put it back". When I told her I could not she cried and cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxRxrX0uLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VW56LBEzgKU/s1600-h/P3142185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxRxrX0uLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VW56LBEzgKU/s320/P3142185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313211574288431282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time cutting about an inch and a half off of her hair and she is going to have to wear a clip in her hair until her "bangs" grow out. Of course, she will never make a normal look for the camera.  Gosh, I love this girl even if she does some crazy things.  I guess we will look back on this one day and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNSb5HrqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/k9OQNtVQ76M/s1600-h/P3142188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNSb5HrqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/k9OQNtVQ76M/s320/P3142188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313206639510662818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNRlRL1rI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5eXbzL0mH4A/s1600-h/P3142189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNRlRL1rI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5eXbzL0mH4A/s320/P3142189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313206624847648434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7315648005166939030?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7315648005166939030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7315648005166939030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7315648005166939030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7315648005166939030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/scissors-anyone.html' title='Scissors Anyone?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbxNTkOPPcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/9JWBGMpaSVQ/s72-c/P3142184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8970273678397993762</id><published>2009-03-13T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:44:28.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time Weather!</title><content type='html'>The weather last weekend was gorgeous so we decided to take the kids to the park.  We visited a "new park" (what Miss Boss called it).  It was so nice.  The sun was shining and we really enjoyed ourselves.  Captain Drools tried the swings out and he really did not like them.  His face turn bright red and he started crying.  The funny thing is this is how Miss Boss acted for the first 2 years of her life.  She loves the swings now.  We were at the park for 2 hours and the only thing she did was swing and go to the bathroom.  Here is the picture I took of the Captain while he was in the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7bfHPj1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/p0QfGs797Lk/s1600-h/P3072171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7bfHPj1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/p0QfGs797Lk/s320/P3072171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312835160063840082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools was so sleepy so his Daddy walked him around in the stroller for a while until he fell asleep.....look at those sleepy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7buTm74I/AAAAAAAAAvo/b62bxQLm5XU/s1600-h/P3072170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7buTm74I/AAAAAAAAAvo/b62bxQLm5XU/s320/P3072170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312835164142235522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Miss Boss swinging in the really cool swings they had there.  They were her favorite kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7bAgIFLI/AAAAAAAAAvY/gZ3rmXU9isw/s1600-h/P3072172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7bAgIFLI/AAAAAAAAAvY/gZ3rmXU9isw/s320/P3072172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312835151846708402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is swinging again.  It really is the only thing she would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7a8FtLNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sR4KwxcRk-4/s1600-h/P3072167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7a8FtLNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sR4KwxcRk-4/s320/P3072167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312835150662151378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-8970273678397993762?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8970273678397993762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=8970273678397993762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8970273678397993762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8970273678397993762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-time-weather.html' title='Spring Time Weather!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr7bfHPj1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/p0QfGs797Lk/s72-c/P3072171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5778032979421916514</id><published>2009-03-13T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:29:27.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be worried?</title><content type='html'>Miss Boss gave Captain Drools her baby doll a couple of weeks ago and he has slept with it every night.  He loves this baby.  I went in there one afternoon and this is how I found him. He sleeps like this all of the time (not with on the baby).  I does not look comfortable, but I guess he likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr5TWFTDKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q0wynqlp_no/s1600-h/P3102176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr5TWFTDKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q0wynqlp_no/s320/P3102176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312832821177552034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr5Sz4KCzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1_lMo0EDiCI/s1600-h/P3102174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr5Sz4KCzI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1_lMo0EDiCI/s320/P3102174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312832811995630386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5778032979421916514?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5778032979421916514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5778032979421916514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5778032979421916514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5778032979421916514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/should-i-be-worried.html' title='Should I be worried?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sbr5TWFTDKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Q0wynqlp_no/s72-c/P3102176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2428717730937400391</id><published>2009-03-05T14:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:19:08.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Outside</title><content type='html'>The weather has been so nice the last couple of days.  Captain Drools got a wagon for his birthday from Mimi and Pappy so we decided to go on our first walk and play in the yard.  Here are some pictures from our afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbAom1t_SbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ns3LM_Xg4H0/s1600-h/P3042139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbAom1t_SbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ns3LM_Xg4H0/s320/P3042139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788608389925298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Drools got this lovely sweater from his Aunt R and Uncle D.  It is a little monkey.  He looks so adorable doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApHs_wgbI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ASHqvCW7M-U/s1600-h/P3042144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApHs_wgbI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ASHqvCW7M-U/s320/P3042144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789172984218034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice it has a tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApJHesmNI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kuoOI_fitq8/s1600-h/P3042155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApJHesmNI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kuoOI_fitq8/s320/P3042155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789197273176274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Boss has really gotten into pretend lately.  She has been pretending to be a fish lately.  Here is her fish face.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApH-tqJtI/AAAAAAAAAug/vckKYDv1LME/s1600-h/P3042145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApH-tqJtI/AAAAAAAAAug/vckKYDv1LME/s320/P3042145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789177740142290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just eat him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbAomtBFH4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/1Lk6i0ujcbQ/s1600-h/P3042141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbAomtBFH4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/1Lk6i0ujcbQ/s320/P3042141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788606054080386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the whole time outside whenever we are playing digging grass and sticks out of Captain Drool's mouth.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApIlYToTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wfZmGCjyiVg/s1600-h/P3042159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApIlYToTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wfZmGCjyiVg/s320/P3042159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789188119568690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I can stand up, however I don't have any interest in walking. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApIfC5b0I/AAAAAAAAAuo/Bk8ElUtmFG4/s1600-h/P3042161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbApIfC5b0I/AAAAAAAAAuo/Bk8ElUtmFG4/s320/P3042161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789186419158850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2428717730937400391?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2428717730937400391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2428717730937400391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2428717730937400391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2428717730937400391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-outside.html' title='Playing Outside'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SbAom1t_SbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ns3LM_Xg4H0/s72-c/P3042139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6945342639847536547</id><published>2009-03-04T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:59:13.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>We finally got some snow.  Miss Boss has been talking about snow for sometime.  Her favorite show is Curious George and he is always playing in the snow. So, when I told her that it was snowing she wanted to go skiing unfortunately we did not have enough snow to go skiing (we never will or have a place to go since our neighborhood doesn't even have a hill.....not to mention equipment and many other reasons).  She loved playing in it none the less.  Captain Drools was busy sleeping and resting up for his birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vhSk-j4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/h76-k8MLTww/s1600-h/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vhSk-j4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/h76-k8MLTww/s320/footprints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309514734662225794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vhcP0ofI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6n-1Cjc7784/s1600-h/layla+in+the+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vhcP0ofI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6n-1Cjc7784/s320/layla+in+the+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309514737257849330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some flowers that were already blooming in the backyard.  I had to take a picture of this because I thought it was so pretty up again the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vhKIeY_I/AAAAAAAAAtw/Y2KDzGOxQ-k/s1600-h/flower+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vhKIeY_I/AAAAAAAAAtw/Y2KDzGOxQ-k/s320/flower+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309514732395193330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vg9hDqOI/AAAAAAAAAto/Us8DafD7YTg/s1600-h/butterfly+bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vg9hDqOI/AAAAAAAAAto/Us8DafD7YTg/s320/butterfly+bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309514729008638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vg-wwMBI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Lvm_ggccGz8/s1600-h/3329185712_a1295e1c36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vg-wwMBI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Lvm_ggccGz8/s320/3329185712_a1295e1c36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309514729342906386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-6945342639847536547?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6945342639847536547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6945342639847536547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6945342639847536547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6945342639847536547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8vhSk-j4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/h76-k8MLTww/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8177569553397306233</id><published>2009-03-04T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:43:55.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he might like cake!</title><content type='html'>Captain Drools loves to eat and if anyone was curious out there he likes cake.  He actually likes it a lot.  He dove into his birthday cake and loved every morsel!  He was covered so he went to the kitchen sink for a bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8sj90K_gI/AAAAAAAAAtA/bSUPT0BZSxM/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8sj90K_gI/AAAAAAAAAtA/bSUPT0BZSxM/s320/cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309511482093534722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8skV1z6vI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IfjTAuKDnyU/s1600-h/cake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/Sa8skV1z6vI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IfjTAuKDnyU/s320/cake4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309511488542862066" 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My sweet little boy is 1 today.  He has brought so much joy into my life.  I was telling my mother today how very different his first has been compared to his sisters.  When Miss Boss was little I would put her on a blanket on the floor and then I would work around the house and do the things I needed to do, but I have NEVER been able to do that with him.  Also,  I never strapped Miss Boss into the grocery cart because she would always sit there so very nice and never try to move.  Somehow Captain Drools can be strapped into the cart and wiggle his way out in seconds, no matter how tight the  strap is.  I am not complaining, please don't get me wrong.  These are the things I love about him.  I love that I am always chasing after him (his favorite game) and how he sticks EVERYTHING into his mouth and if he sees me coming he shoves it in there and clamps down on his jaw because he knows I am going to fish it out. I love that the only time he is not smiling is when he wants to eat.   This boy is the light of my day.  He has the sweetest smile and it always brightens my day.  I can't wait to see what the next year holds.  I have to rest now while he is still crawling because when the walking starts I am going to be in for some trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoUFcLKXvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/uBzv_xWL_Lc/s1600-h/PC301738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoUFcLKXvI/AAAAAAAAAsg/uBzv_xWL_Lc/s320/PC301738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077194504462066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoUEnZnIfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QlRFyB_d3JQ/s1600-h/PA311524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoUEnZnIfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QlRFyB_d3JQ/s320/PA311524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308077180337988082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoUERlz8fI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/l4_ZNvSXoq4/s1600-h/P7311032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoLDnMOsRI/AAAAAAAAArw/MUww5rtfjTg/s320/P5170376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308067267497341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoLDs2LW4I/AAAAAAAAAro/iCJvXNdduOQ/s1600-h/P5180387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoLDs2LW4I/AAAAAAAAAro/iCJvXNdduOQ/s320/P5180387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308067269015460738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoLDeosXBI/AAAAAAAAArg/QwjcKmrwyJA/s1600-h/P4130209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoLDeosXBI/AAAAAAAAArg/QwjcKmrwyJA/s320/P4130209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308067265200806930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2049039409833175203?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2049039409833175203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2049039409833175203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2049039409833175203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2049039409833175203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/captain-drools-turns-1.html' title='Captain Drools Turns 1!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SaoVj8T2sAI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Uv0ZC8frtiA/s72-c/PB201565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7804482470597485996</id><published>2009-02-11T15:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:51:49.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Best Years of My Life!</title><content type='html'>I can not believe that today I have a three year old.  She has forever changed my life.  I love absolutely everything about her and I love spending all my time with her.  When she is not here I miss her like crazy.  I have loved watching her grow up and there are so many things that I wish for her future.  My favorite thing about being her mom is watching her discover and do new things.  It is truly amazing to watch how excited she gets about parades and fireworks (2 of her favorite things).  I love listening to her sweet little voice.  She is the light of my life and I am truly totally and completely in love with this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Miss Boss at the hospital.  She is 2 days old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOaSn3-PiI/AAAAAAAAArA/FH57xuRwHuE/s1600-h/lg5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOaSn3-PiI/AAAAAAAAArA/FH57xuRwHuE/s320/lg5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301750831077277218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     This is one of her 6 week portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXyoIpN4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/flayLCIdwSw/s1600-h/layla12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXyoIpN4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/flayLCIdwSw/s320/layla12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301748082368132994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Her first smile for the camera.  We are on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZM7I4O-1II/AAAAAAAAAoo/X82_XEXRzu8/s1600-h/first+smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZM7I4O-1II/AAAAAAAAAoo/X82_XEXRzu8/s320/first+smile.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301646210065421442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           We are visiting some friends and she is loving on her "favorite blanket".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZM7JX7uLFI/AAAAAAAAApA/NaPJJkEghD0/s1600-h/lg21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZM7JX7uLFI/AAAAAAAAApA/NaPJJkEghD0/s320/lg21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301646218574572626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Miss Boss taking a bath in the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZM7JM3U6bI/AAAAAAAAAow/YiOLtq837aU/s1600-h/lg28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZM7JM3U6bI/AAAAAAAAAow/YiOLtq837aU/s320/lg28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301646215603349938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Miss Boss's First Halloween!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTlDEb9lI/AAAAAAAAApo/6g87zLYV5zI/s1600-h/lgt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTlDEb9lI/AAAAAAAAApo/6g87zLYV5zI/s320/lgt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301743451033564754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Her First Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXy1wQe6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/r6erGoWYUp8/s1600-h/DSC00739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXy1wQe6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/r6erGoWYUp8/s320/DSC00739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301748086023945122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Her First Birthday......She LOVED the cake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTkymKSKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TKue-uX1Aag/s1600-h/Picture118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTkymKSKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/TKue-uX1Aag/s320/Picture118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301743446611609762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Easter 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOaSfV-U1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/JeoLtn8Xbi0/s1600-h/l_091f67c3d4040b6f625badc500cee0e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOaSfV-U1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/JeoLtn8Xbi0/s320/l_091f67c3d4040b6f625badc500cee0e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301750828787192658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    This outfit was mine when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOaSdSjZxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1PrZ_BkLim4/s1600-h/l_6f672b9390e18777ed0ef30d5d225c00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOaSdSjZxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1PrZ_BkLim4/s320/l_6f672b9390e18777ed0ef30d5d225c00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301750828235974418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             We are playing dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTkx1GiKI/AAAAAAAAApY/wca_LsjrobU/s1600-h/P4130187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTkx1GiKI/AAAAAAAAApY/wca_LsjrobU/s320/P4130187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301743446405843106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Miss Boss at ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTk6T-N7I/AAAAAAAAApg/hLhM3Q6YcWQ/s1600-h/P3310073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOTk6T-N7I/AAAAAAAAApg/hLhM3Q6YcWQ/s320/P3310073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301743448682805170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             She is three Years Old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXzUF2SqI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5wXpQeIPyTg/s1600-h/P20919541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXzUF2SqI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5wXpQeIPyTg/s320/P20919541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301748094167567010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXzA93VbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9QnpgyKLnAw/s1600-h/P20919621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOXzA93VbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9QnpgyKLnAw/s320/P20919621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301748089033807282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Happy Birthday sweet girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7804482470597485996?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7804482470597485996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7804482470597485996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7804482470597485996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7804482470597485996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-best-years-of-my-life.html' title='The Three Best Years of My Life!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SZOaSn3-PiI/AAAAAAAAArA/FH57xuRwHuE/s72-c/lg5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4327664630612784141</id><published>2009-02-04T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:15:58.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Drools turns 11 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144684367065986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpYA60ZM4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/bvVgO2CTCkw/s400/P1111763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144687598450530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpYBG20N2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/9RWK583S6xk/s400/P1111764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpYBW4GaeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jGdqhsKdn3I/s1600-h/P1111765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144691898804706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpYBW4GaeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jGdqhsKdn3I/s400/P1111765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot believe that my sweet baby boy is one month away from being a year old.  He is growing up way to fast.  I wish I could slow it down.  He weighs 26 lbs.  He is a huge little baby.  He is standing up and will only walk around if he is holding onto something.  He has 9 teeth and he is trying to get about 3 more at the moment.  His favorite past time is eating.  This boy is going to eat me out of house and home.  Yesterday for lunch he ate a 1.5 grilled cheese sandwichs and about 10 cheetos and cup of milk and about 5 crackers and he continued to scream for more to eat.  I am hoping this is some sort of growth spurt, but I doubt it since it has been going on for about a month.  Luckily he is completely on table food and I don't have to buy him anything extra.  I have also started him on whole milk.  I am trying to take away his bottle, but his daddy and Mimi are having a hard time because they both enjoy feeding it to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4327664630612784141?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4327664630612784141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4327664630612784141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4327664630612784141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4327664630612784141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/captain-drools-turns-11-months-old.html' title='Captain Drools turns 11 months old!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpYA60ZM4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/bvVgO2CTCkw/s72-c/P1111763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6785634723536996290</id><published>2009-02-04T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:04:36.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Boss's New Love</title><content type='html'>Miss Boss loves getting a hold of my camera. These are some pictures that she took on our trip to Savannah (except the last one....she took that one at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV3dCPcUI/AAAAAAAAAns/qr9H4sfNs7g/s1600-h/P1251869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299142322730004802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV3dCPcUI/AAAAAAAAAns/qr9H4sfNs7g/s400/P1251869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV28JuzfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kMYvpPb3ja0/s1600-h/P1251864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299142313903050226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV28JuzfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kMYvpPb3ja0/s400/P1251864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           I love this picture of Captain Drools and Pappy.&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_5299142291453004194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV1ohOSaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/O2nvg2qViZE/s400/P1251867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took this picture of me and The Spit up King.(He looks thrilled to be with me, doesn't he?)&lt;/div&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_5299142291504498050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV1otgBYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/phPkcLhdug4/s400/P1251846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were playing Rockband this week and Miss Boss took this picture of her CRAZY daddy.  Doesm't he look ridiculous?  I think that is why I married him.&lt;/div&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_5299142304178903938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV2X7UG4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/nawab5okogU/s400/P2021874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-6785634723536996290?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6785634723536996290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6785634723536996290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6785634723536996290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6785634723536996290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-bosss-new-love.html' title='Miss Boss&apos;s New Love'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpV3dCPcUI/AAAAAAAAAns/qr9H4sfNs7g/s72-c/P1251869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6563643171699703852</id><published>2009-02-04T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:53:47.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Savannah!</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has taken me sooooooooo very long to update my blog.  My computer had to get repaired.  It stopped working the day we got back from Savannah.  So, this is late, but here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his family moved to Savannah January 2 to start a church.  We wanted to go down and support them at their kickoff service.  It was so wonderful and I couldn't be more proud of him.  I am so excited to see what God is going to do at their church.  Please pray for them as they are starting a new journey in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Saturday morning for the long and boring ride to Savannah.  We figured out on this trip that Captain Drools does not travel well.  He did not like being in the car for such a long time.  Miss Boss had movies to watch so she was great.  When we got there we went to see Mark and Trisha's house and eat lunch.  Their house is adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Here is a picture of Captain Drools and The Spit Up King.&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_5299134576720096050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpO0k5kKzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/cRvim32U4eQ/s400/P1241835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Mark and Trisha's house to go check into our hotel.  We had a place on River Street and we decided to walk around before going back to Mark and Trisha's for dinner.  While we were walking around we went into a little store where they make Taffy and Miss Boss tried some.  She is eating some in this picture and for some reason this is the only face she would make for me.&lt;/div&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_5299134574139367490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpO0bSRYEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CWw66cudfGk/s400/P1241827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also a boat on the water that looked like a pirate ship.  Miss Boss loved walking all around it and exploring.&lt;/div&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_5299134562200672290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpOzuz3WCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/IazZX10ClJ4/s400/P1241822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299134570623384306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpO0OL_uvI/AAAAAAAAAms/zMV0NxXMdTs/s400/P1241824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we went to the kickoff service for Canvas Church.  It was such a nice service and the music was UNBELIEVEABLE.   They are meeting in a movie theatre.  Which I thought was pretty cool.  I can honestly say I have never been to a church service at the movies.&lt;/div&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_5299134581256192290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpO01zDgSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4qUBFRpXfBo/s400/P1251842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we went out to eat at Uncle Bubba's Oyster House.  It was so yummy. I had fried fish and I must say it was the best fried fish I have every had.  While we were there we got a little suprised!  I took Miss Boss to the bathroom while we were waiting for a table and when I came out I noticed all of these people taking pictures with their cameras and then I noticed there was Paula Deen in the middle of the resturant.  She was walking around to all of the tables and taking pictures with everyone.  We actually set down after she had already moved into the bar area so we missed getting to meet her and I didn't get to take a picture of here either.  Sorry.  After we ate we had very long drive home.  I think we realized that a trip to Savannah needs to last a little longer than just one night.  We are looking forward to our next trip though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-6563643171699703852?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6563643171699703852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6563643171699703852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6563643171699703852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6563643171699703852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-trip-to-savannah.html' title='Our trip to Savannah!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SYpO0k5kKzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/cRvim32U4eQ/s72-c/P1241835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7515194986893858183</id><published>2009-01-02T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:03:16.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Drools turns 10 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SV7FuqFlf_I/AAAAAAAAAlY/hxN88ewrN8k/s1600-h/PC301738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286880417941913586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SV7FuqFlf_I/AAAAAAAAAlY/hxN88ewrN8k/s400/PC301738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On New Years Day my sweet sweet little man turned 10 months old.  It is going by way to fast and I really wish it would slow down.  He is a wild man too.  He crawls incredibly fast.  His favorite past time is still eating.  The amount of food he eats astonishes me.  He eats about the same amount as I do during each meal.  His sweet little smile melts my heart everytime I see him though.  He is such a happy little boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7515194986893858183?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7515194986893858183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7515194986893858183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7515194986893858183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7515194986893858183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2009/01/captain-drools-turns-10-months-old.html' title='Captain Drools turns 10 months old!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SV7FuqFlf_I/AAAAAAAAAlY/hxN88ewrN8k/s72-c/PC301738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-301520989175729448</id><published>2008-12-31T22:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:01:40.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Well, as it turns out Santa decided to come and visit our house.  I guess Miss Boss and Captain Drools were on the nice list this year.  This is a video of Miss Boss and Captain Drools looking at what Santa brought them.  I was so shocked when Miss Boss turned the corner and asked me where Santa was.  I guess I am not very good at explaining this whole Santa thing because she thought when I said Santa came to see you that Santa was actually in here living room to see her.  She is so silly.  She seemed like she didn't really know what to think about the whole thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43e7877f2b5a5783" 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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43e7877f2b5a5783%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3225F060FFC29BEA510DBA1BA7EB7AC61B51D2F0.E9A90D833D5D47D1239E08B4C250273EDB7D822%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43e7877f2b5a5783%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNdmpYKJk-3IDpPOv6hq52F5tSKc&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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43e7877f2b5a5783%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3225F060FFC29BEA510DBA1BA7EB7AC61B51D2F0.E9A90D833D5D47D1239E08B4C250273EDB7D822%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43e7877f2b5a5783%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNdmpYKJk-3IDpPOv6hq52F5tSKc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Santa sure did bring a lot of presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286163770324958210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw58RrCPAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eTkyZOhCEMY/s400/PC251684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              This is what Santa brought Miss Boss.&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_5286163786837499474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw59PL7nlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/EeTH7YiljhI/s400/PC251687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                This is what Santa brought Captain Drools.&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_5286163775482394882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw58k4qeQI/AAAAAAAAAk4/j8o7PAnbGbI/s400/PC251686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have feed Captain Drools before we showed him his presents because he immediately found Miss Boss's baby bottle and tried VERY hard to get something out of it.&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_5286163791395402978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw59gKntOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6m7TAjQTpZE/s400/PC251695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here is Miss Boss on her brand new bike.  It was the one thing that she wanted more than anything this year.  She talked about a bike every day and how Santa was going to bring her one.  She had a very hard time riding the bike and later in the day she asked me if "Santa could bring me another bike because this one is broken."  I could not quit laughing.  I quickly told her that she had to practice and she would be able to work the pedals very soon.   As for the helmet she has worn it all over the house.  She loves it.  She even asked me if she could wear it out shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw59XS8xPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/d9_F-nBVWEw/s1600-h/PC251690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286163789014418674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw59XS8xPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/d9_F-nBVWEw/s400/PC251690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-301520989175729448?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=43e7877f2b5a5783&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/301520989175729448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=301520989175729448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/301520989175729448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/301520989175729448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw58RrCPAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eTkyZOhCEMY/s72-c/PC251684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-172519996852514682</id><published>2008-12-31T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:27:08.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwuglSTI_I/AAAAAAAAAkY/xEk3rgRG8Ds/s1600-h/PC241671.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were sad this year that Jason's mom and stepdad where not able to come stay for Christmas. On Thanksgiving they brought all of the presents down and put them under our tree. We had been looking at them for quite sometime and Miss Boss couldn't stand having all these presents that she couldn't open so on Tuesday night we said she could open one and one led to another and before we knew it we had opened everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286142772897306802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwm2EKK2LI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I7V0tMmuyzU/s320/PC231649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         Miss Boss and Captain Drools playing with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286151173977286530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwufEnuJ4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/vt0z2-oae6g/s320/PC231657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas Eve we went to my cousins house where we spent time with my mom's side of the family. I have been spending Christmas Eve with my mom's family my whole life. I love seeing everyone. We normally eat alot of food, play games, and exchange presents. It is so nice to visit with my cousins and aunts and uncles. I wish I got to see them more often. After we left my cousins house we headed over to my parents house to exchange presents with my parents and siblings. As you can see in the picture below there were sooooo many presents. Miss Boss loved it and had a very hard time containing herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286151193680918082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwugOBbtkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/q5Bv2NitCRs/s320/PC241661.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have tried for quite sometime to get a good picture of all three of them....Captain Drools, Miss Boss and The Spit Up King......but I have all but given up because they never cooperate.  Captain Drools kept escaping so Miss Boss had to hold onto him very tightly.  She takes her job very serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286151180734905506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwufdy3PKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ELCfcgR9Dtw/s320/PC241670.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For part of my parents Christmas present we all got together and got my Auntie Monica to take our picture.  She did a great job and my mom even cried at the picture.  It is the only one we have of all of us together when we are actually trying to look nice.  We normally make faces in her pictures and pose very weird just to drive her crazy....well, I don't, but there are other in my family , who will remain nameless that do this in every picture.....So it was a really nice suprise for mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286158062754426946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVw0wDULcEI/AAAAAAAAAko/YUmyWHVgnGU/s320/outside5+another+favorite+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwugyZHfXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xmzOOLKArV4/s1600-h/PC241666.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwm2uGJQnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/1x_lZpSBpKA/s1600-h/PC241673.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwm36thhBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/LpMrlIyT56c/s1600-h/PC251696.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwm3Rs2R2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/L2CrE1qF7qo/s1600-h/PC251684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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&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/7484099888211296241-172519996852514682?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/172519996852514682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=172519996852514682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/172519996852514682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/172519996852514682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-part-2.html' title='Christmas Part 2'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVwm2EKK2LI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I7V0tMmuyzU/s72-c/PC231649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4976054808027021913</id><published>2008-12-29T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:43:17.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Part 1.</title><content type='html'>On Sunday the 21st, I asked my neices to come and spend the night.  I love having them over and Miss Boss does too.  They all play together so well.  This was Miss Boss's first slumber party and she was SO EXCITED.  We started the night out making homemade pizzas.  After they ate dinner and played for a while I gave them a choice to sleep in Layla's bed or make a pallet on the floor in the living room.  (I already knew what they were going to pick.)  We watched Elf and Polar Express and ate popcorn.  The girls fell asleep before the end of the second movie.  The next morning I made muffins (and pancakes for Jason).  Courtney had to go to cheerleading so we took Miss Boss and Maggie to one of those jumpy places and McDonald's.  Miss Boss had a wonderful time and has asked me many time in the last week to "do it again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400443039524258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDsx8QJaI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Y3YB5v4_i1A/s320/PC211631.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night we got together with my dad's side of the family and exchanged presents.  We decided to only buy for the kids in the family.  I really enjoyed buying for my aunt who is expecting in June after many years of trying.  I am so excited about that, but that is a different blog for a different day.  For some reason I only took pictures of my children and no one else.  Sorry guys.  Here is a picture of Miss Boss opening a present from Auntie Monica and Uncle Andy.  She was all about the presents this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDtIPBveI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ExRYpSWkrWA/s1600-h/PC221634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400449023852002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDtIPBveI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ExRYpSWkrWA/s320/PC221634.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   Here is my sweet little boy playing with a bath toy while his Mimi holds him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400458202549138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDtqbZi5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/wFDsqa6-m1A/s320/PC221635.jpg" /&gt;This the only picture I got of me and the kids during all of Christmas.  I really need to be better about taking pictures of myself.  Jason doesn't know how to work a camera so I never get in any of the shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDt52WH7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/scTk9ntOtx4/s1600-h/PC221642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400462342102962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDt52WH7I/AAAAAAAAAjI/scTk9ntOtx4/s320/PC221642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Boss got a UGA outfit from Aunt Monica and we tried it on the next day.  (Which was very hard for me since I am a Tech Fan). She also made this adorable scarf.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also........when you tell Miss Boss to smile for the camera this is what you get.  She is so goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285400465252972850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDuEsWeTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/D5yeuIzChBg/s320/PC231648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4976054808027021913?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4976054808027021913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4976054808027021913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4976054808027021913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4976054808027021913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-part-1.html' title='Christmas Part 1.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVmDsx8QJaI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Y3YB5v4_i1A/s72-c/PC211631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4992456680238169252</id><published>2008-12-29T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:03:27.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Every Friday the girls in my family get together.  We normally go shopping and out to lunch.  We decided since it was close to Christmas we would turn our normal Friday meeting into a Christmas cookie party.  Miss Boss really loves making anything.  She is always saying to me "Let's make something Mommy."  We had so much fun we decided to make a new family tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVl9pRbAoFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Em_pZrzSg7c/s1600-h/PC121618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285393785700786258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVl9pRbAoFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Em_pZrzSg7c/s320/PC121618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285393796046482098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVl9p39narI/AAAAAAAAAig/pvg85_GlZZ4/s320/PC121619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain Drools and The Spit Up King (my brother's son) don't really enjoy making cookies so they decided to play with Pappy instead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285393798756401106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVl9qCDtf9I/AAAAAAAAAio/i_JnI9UrooE/s320/PC1216211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little video of Captain Drools beating up on The Spit Up King.  They truely love each other and I am so excited to watch them grow up together.  They are only 4 month apart.  Sorry the camera work is quite shaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a491666c874a691" 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://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a491666c874a691%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D853D8AF830B8A57B08BB591C69F7FF21CE8662E4.5B40F3A87BB6F3FF18DB05C08242D2590126718%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a491666c874a691%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-df2WnzQu6gcuIJsC9X8e6Jun2M&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://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a491666c874a691%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D853D8AF830B8A57B08BB591C69F7FF21CE8662E4.5B40F3A87BB6F3FF18DB05C08242D2590126718%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a491666c874a691%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-df2WnzQu6gcuIJsC9X8e6Jun2M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4992456680238169252?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1a491666c874a691&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4992456680238169252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4992456680238169252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4992456680238169252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4992456680238169252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-christmas-cookies.html' title='Making Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SVl9pRbAoFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Em_pZrzSg7c/s72-c/PC121618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6324425163975604208</id><published>2008-12-13T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:49:24.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279469417386476114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURxdpncAlI/AAAAAAAAAiI/6DyM_kTSong/s320/PC1116061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working at a preschool.  When my class does fun things I get to bring my kids along to join in the fun.  On Thursday, my class at school had breakfast with Santa.  Miss Boss was very excited about seeing Santa.  Captain Drools still has no idea what what is going on.  We had gone to see Santa at the mall earlier in the week and she was to shy to talk to him.  (I know it is really hard to imagine that Jason and I had a shy child.)  I had to tell Santa at the mall what she wanted....a bike and a babydoll Miss Boss can feed....while she shook her head in agreement.  On the way to breakfast with Santa I was asking Miss Boss if she was excited to see Santa again and she told me "I gonna talk to him."  Poor girl didn't.  She froze.  It reminds me of the movie "A Christmas Story" where all the little boy wants is a red ryder bb gun.  He goes and sees Santa and just stares at him and shakes his head yes when Santa asks him if he wants a football.  That is exactly how Miss Boss is with Santa. After seeing Santa she did really enjoy eating a bunch of donuts. Yum. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURxd5lvqcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/60yEi4Z90eA/s1600-h/PC111608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279469421674342850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURxd5lvqcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/60yEi4Z90eA/s320/PC111608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484099888211296241-6324425163975604208?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6324425163975604208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6324425163975604208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6324425163975604208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6324425163975604208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/breakfast-with-santa.html' title='Breakfast with Santa'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURxdpncAlI/AAAAAAAAAiI/6DyM_kTSong/s72-c/PC1116061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3775714744952373647</id><published>2008-12-13T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:34:30.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Parade</title><content type='html'>The wonderful little town we live in decided they were going to have a Christmas parade this year.  Anyone who knows we well knows that I LOVE parades.  I am not really sure what exactly I like about parades, but I love them none the less.  Well, on with the story.  I had been excited about going to see the parade all day.  The letter I got in the mail said it was to start at 5:30.  I bundled everyone up and forced my husband (who hated parades) to get going.  We arrived about 5:15, in the freezing cold, to see the parade.  We sat outside till about 6 when the parade finally started.  I was so excited about seeing it and Miss Boss and I were talking about itthe whole time we waited.  Santa was supposed to be there and everything.  And then it happened.  The parade that we waited outside for 45 minutes in the freezing cold started and ended in all of 5 minutes.  There was a float, a fire truck, about 4 girl scout troops and then Santa.  And let me tell you how disappointed I was in Santa.  He was a fake.  Not even a real beard I was so mad.  This is the first year that Miss Boss really understands the whole Santa or at least I thought.  When Santa went by she turned to me and said "Where's my bike."  I then had to explain to her that Santa doesn't come to her house until Christmas and I thought I had done a pretty good job explaining myself until the next day when she told my mom the "Santa not bringing me a bike." Poor baby girl.  I don't ever remember this being so very confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Here is Captain Drools waiting on the 5 minute parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURsxzXJuFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zq38wqnXX2M/s1600-h/PC061602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279464266041768018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURsxzXJuFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zq38wqnXX2M/s320/PC061602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 Miss Boss and me trying to keep warm and waiting for the parade to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURsxeik1II/AAAAAAAAAh4/LNCXrz5e2aY/s1600-h/PC061601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279464260452537474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURsxeik1II/AAAAAAAAAh4/LNCXrz5e2aY/s320/PC061601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484099888211296241-3775714744952373647?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3775714744952373647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3775714744952373647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3775714744952373647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3775714744952373647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parade.html' title='A Christmas Parade'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURsxzXJuFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zq38wqnXX2M/s72-c/PC061602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2688841508383643763</id><published>2008-12-13T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:13:47.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURqUO0ApbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_DuaGsLVmUM/s1600-h/PB261598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279461558991234482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURqUO0ApbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_DuaGsLVmUM/s320/PB261598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister is the office manager of a local dance studio and she invited Miss Boss and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go to the dress rehearsal of The Nutcracker. I was really nervous about how Miss Boss was going to act during the performance because sitting still for a ballet can be hard for a grown up not to mention a 2 year old.  We went and picked Aunt Ruthie up and went to eat pizza and then we went see the ballet.  Miss Boss didn't move a muscle through the whole show.  She LOVED it and I was suprised at how well she did.  She actually kept telling Ruthie and me you have to be quiet to see the ballerinas. I guess we were talking to much.  We have decided to make it a tradition every year.  Also, I am going to try and take her to some different types of shows to see if she would like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2688841508383643763?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2688841508383643763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2688841508383643763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2688841508383643763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2688841508383643763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html' title='The Nutcracker'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SURqUO0ApbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_DuaGsLVmUM/s72-c/PB261598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-361780322736233351</id><published>2008-12-03T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:48:22.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Drools is 9 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/STc8e0KXHZI/AAAAAAAAAho/UQCfWPpCiNQ/s1600-h/PB2015657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275751988583669138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/STc8e0KXHZI/AAAAAAAAAho/UQCfWPpCiNQ/s320/PB2015657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday my sweet baby turned 9 months old. He is growing up way to fast for me. I took him to the doctor today for his 9 month checkup and he is 30 inches long and 22.5 pounds. What a big boy. The last couple of weeks though I have noticed he is starting to get into this mama stage. Miss Boss was never much of a mama's girl until recently so this is all new for me. I went out the dinner with my friend Stephanie on Tuesday and when I got home Jason was rocking Captain Drools. I walked by to go to the bathroom and he saw me and he lost it. He was crying like his heart was broken because I didn't get him. This is all new to me. Miss Boss never wanted to be held. She want to be put down. She didn't like to be rocked. She wanted me to just lay her in the bed. If I lay Captain Drools in his bed he screams and screams. It is so weird to me how very different they are, but I love them just the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-361780322736233351?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/361780322736233351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=361780322736233351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/361780322736233351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/361780322736233351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/captain-drools-in-9-months-old.html' title='Captain Drools is 9 months old!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/STc8e0KXHZI/AAAAAAAAAho/UQCfWPpCiNQ/s72-c/PB2015657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4018232044380113399</id><published>2008-11-25T19:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:31:03.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>The last several weeks I have been complaining to God and everyone else that my house is too small. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my house. I love just about everything about it except we are growing out of it so fast. It feels like we are surrounded by tons of toys and clothes. It seems like they are everywhere. I was sitting in church Sunday when Mike (My pastor) start his sermon about being thankful. It really hit me while he was talking that I am complaining about not having enough space to put all of my stuff. Can you believe that? I have always tried to have a thankful heart and to be content in whatever situation I find myself in. With everything going on in this world I need to be thankful that I have a warm home to sleep in, food to eat, a job to go to that I love, health, wonderful friends, and most impotantly a wonderful family that I get to wake up to every morning and go home to a night.  Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273374654763752050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SS7KTxi92nI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NBoGAF7pAps/s320/PB091550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4018232044380113399?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4018232044380113399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4018232044380113399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4018232044380113399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4018232044380113399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SS7KTxi92nI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NBoGAF7pAps/s72-c/PB091550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7331941687359493890</id><published>2008-11-16T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:00:32.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Faces of Miss Boss</title><content type='html'>Lately Miss Boss has been giving my some pretty funny faces.  Here are a few examples......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of her rolling her eyes at me.  Can you believe that she is already doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SSDOfvBddQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tLww06tkS7I/s1600-h/PB091556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269438608617338114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SSDOfvBddQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tLww06tkS7I/s320/PB091556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Miss Boss's mean face.  This face normally shows up when she says "don't do that mommy".....which normally is followed by her getting in trouble and me trying not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SSDOgB8-9BI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZicGpb3SbRY/s1600-h/PB091557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269438613698835474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SSDOgB8-9BI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZicGpb3SbRY/s320/PB091557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just her sweet little face.  I love everything about her.  How in the world could you not?  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SSDOfOGBOzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/HxDMmwOSA_w/s1600-h/PB091552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269438599778089778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SSDOfOGBOzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/HxDMmwOSA_w/s320/PB091552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484099888211296241-7331941687359493890?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7331941687359493890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7331941687359493890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7331941687359493890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7331941687359493890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/many-faces-of-miss-boss.html' title='The Many Faces of Miss Boss'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SSDOfvBddQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tLww06tkS7I/s72-c/PB091556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-259043073610410514</id><published>2008-11-11T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:25:54.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Dinner</title><content type='html'>It has been a challenge since Captain Drools has become so mobile to get anything done around the house. I am always dragging him away from a cord he wants to eat or the fireplace he wants to pull up on. It has been difficult. When Miss Boss was little I would lay a blanket on the floor and put her in the middle and surround her with toy and she wouldn't move off the blanket. She would just sit there all day if I wanted her too. I guess that is the biggest difference between the 2 so far. Here are some pictures of Captain Drools playing with the pots and spoons while I cook supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SR8VPoIRMTI/AAAAAAAAAfE/X6MhDF075EM/s1600-h/PB061538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953447261090098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SR8VPoIRMTI/AAAAAAAAAfE/X6MhDF075EM/s320/PB061538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953449924623506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SR8VPyDTfJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/VHndTGBc_ek/s320/PB061539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SR8VQneNRKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/r6eYSlDzuDc/s1600-h/PB061541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953464264541346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SR8VQneNRKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/r6eYSlDzuDc/s320/PB061541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484099888211296241-259043073610410514?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/259043073610410514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=259043073610410514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/259043073610410514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/259043073610410514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/cooking-dinner.html' title='Cooking Dinner'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SR8VPoIRMTI/AAAAAAAAAfE/X6MhDF075EM/s72-c/PB061538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2168827991912436178</id><published>2008-11-10T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:49:47.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Boss's Painting</title><content type='html'>I started painting several years ago.  I love to paint.  When Captain Drools was born I had to give up the room I painted in.   This weekend I decided to clear out a space in the bedroom to paint.  I quietly slipped away and locked the door hoping Miss Boss would not come looking for me.  (I know...I know...did I really think she wouldn't notice I was gone.)  Well, about a minute into painting I hear a knock on my door and then a bang with a "Mommy, Mommy, I can't get the door open".  I walked to the door and Miss Boss said "You not want me in your room Mommy."  I decided to let her in then and when she saw I was painting it was all over.  So, I got a canvas out and let her paint a picture.  She actually did a really good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267152165545042578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SRiu_O094pI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9Z-IrQUqUiw/s320/PB081545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          Here she is holding her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SRiu-Wc-WiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/j6iZqS1kb28/s1600-h/PB081543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267152150412024354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SRiu-Wc-WiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/j6iZqS1kb28/s320/PB081543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I loved it so much that I hung it on the living room wall.  She was so proud to see it up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267152173978464914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SRiu_uPpspI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Wvs2hF0V_Vw/s320/PB081546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484099888211296241-2168827991912436178?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2168827991912436178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2168827991912436178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2168827991912436178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2168827991912436178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/miss-bosss-painting.html' title='Miss Boss&apos;s Painting'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SRiu_O094pI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9Z-IrQUqUiw/s72-c/PB081545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7131218133119370980</id><published>2008-11-08T21:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:55:44.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Drools learns how to jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Captain Drools is changing so much. He is now 8 months old. He is crawling and about to start pulling up. Here is a video I took a couple of weeks ago of Captain Drools jumping in his Johnny Jumper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-312f4e4a0525a86b" 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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D312f4e4a0525a86b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C4BAAC154FA703263444DE66363246A63FE498.202AFFAACDA1B077F5759576D3454EF131DD7E60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D312f4e4a0525a86b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1nII2TyoYaoQnfCWJ7h_i8aM4DU&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://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D312f4e4a0525a86b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C4BAAC154FA703263444DE66363246A63FE498.202AFFAACDA1B077F5759576D3454EF131DD7E60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D312f4e4a0525a86b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1nII2TyoYaoQnfCWJ7h_i8aM4DU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7131218133119370980?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7131218133119370980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7131218133119370980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7131218133119370980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7131218133119370980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/captain-drools-learns-how-to-jump.html' title='Captain Drools learns how to jump!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-976216275581208544</id><published>2008-11-01T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:58:02.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George and The Man with the Yellow Hat</title><content type='html'>This year on Halloween we went to the Hallelujah carnival at the church. This year is the first year that Miss Boss was really able to participate in most of the activities. She was very quiet and serious about the night. She loved being a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Boss getting a tatoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBh-8x5wI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eDF9bMov24w/s1600-h/PA311515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724485322860290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBh-8x5wI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eDF9bMov24w/s320/PA311515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with the yallow hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBiSSa2aI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hAGcBx6V4Zc/s1600-h/PA311510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724490513897890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBiSSa2aI/AAAAAAAAAdc/hAGcBx6V4Zc/s320/PA311510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; George and the man with the yellow hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBhNvSLTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vZKIWaesuUE/s1600-h/PA311511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724472112917810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBhNvSLTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vZKIWaesuUE/s320/PA311511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBg1u9bFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/k709rqo7B1g/s1600-h/PA311509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724465669106770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBg1u9bFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/k709rqo7B1g/s320/PA311509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Drools loved to watch all of the people walk by. He enjoyed sitting and watching all the excitement going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBgkkIPJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oMZ6gZP4jhY/s1600-h/PA311505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724461060275346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBgkkIPJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oMZ6gZP4jhY/s320/PA311505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-976216275581208544?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/976216275581208544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=976216275581208544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/976216275581208544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/976216275581208544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/curious-george-and-man-with-yellow-hat.html' title='Curious George and The Man with the Yellow Hat'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyBh-8x5wI/AAAAAAAAAdU/eDF9bMov24w/s72-c/PA311515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3423060383324408374</id><published>2008-11-01T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:55:41.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three of Them</title><content type='html'>While we were at the church we got to see our cousin.  We love him so very much.  I love that Trey and Captain Drools are so close in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730302326691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG0k-kVPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kU7Hzgvs9bg/s320/PA311519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG4eI-3CI/AAAAAAAAAd8/KyM0KrgzIhk/s1600-h/PA311527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730369210801186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG4eI-3CI/AAAAAAAAAd8/KyM0KrgzIhk/s320/PA311527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG24wJ73I/AAAAAAAAAd0/R1Rg339LiwA/s1600-h/PA311525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730341994688370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG24wJ73I/AAAAAAAAAd0/R1Rg339LiwA/s320/PA311525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Boss loves holding baby Trey, but he is not always so patient.  She doesn't care though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG15ykx9I/AAAAAAAAAds/1bz0n-LLm7Q/s1600-h/PA311522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730325093402578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG15ykx9I/AAAAAAAAAds/1bz0n-LLm7Q/s320/PA311522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-3423060383324408374?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3423060383324408374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3423060383324408374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3423060383324408374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3423060383324408374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-of-them.html' title='The Three of Them'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SQyG0k-kVPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kU7Hzgvs9bg/s72-c/PA311519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3838234103863077975</id><published>2008-10-22T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:20:37.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping to Smell the Flowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP_DNuB5W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/nBlHWlwSP4k/s1600-h/PA221389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260137530253728722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP_DNuB5W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/nBlHWlwSP4k/s320/PA221389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layla has lately decided that she is not going to nap anymore. I am luck if I get her to take a nap a week. Yesterday she told me she was too hot to sleep. Today while Tanner was taking a nap I decided to pick the last of my hydrangeas before the frost kills them. While I was outside Layla asked for one and I took some pictures of her playing outside with her flower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_hpUC0dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iBdFMdRQ-Q0/s1600-h/PA221396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260133474538541522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_hpUC0dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iBdFMdRQ-Q0/s320/PA221396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_hx4aAkI/AAAAAAAAAco/Iv5ifFOVhYE/s1600-h/PA2213897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260133476838539842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_hx4aAkI/AAAAAAAAAco/Iv5ifFOVhYE/s320/PA2213897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_gyRmv6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/eEWUCfddYZY/s1600-h/PA221382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260133459764363170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_gyRmv6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/eEWUCfddYZY/s320/PA221382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_gS1jFEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rlNE1fRfuxM/s1600-h/PA221383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260133451325183042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP-_gS1jFEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rlNE1fRfuxM/s320/PA221383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-3838234103863077975?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3838234103863077975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3838234103863077975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3838234103863077975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3838234103863077975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/stopping-to-smell-flowers.html' title='Stopping to Smell the Flowers!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SP_DNuB5W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/nBlHWlwSP4k/s72-c/PA221389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-1191076236644241569</id><published>2008-10-14T19:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:03:43.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Captain Drools' New Skill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In order to show you how much Captain Drools is really starting to get into everything I took a video of his newest skill.  He is so very funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d26be1dc2f641619" 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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd26be1dc2f641619%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26BE617CF1F2CEB7E0B96D304CB57012D5F5469E.53C60AD7CE472E4F190CA3B81722D1081CF70C1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd26be1dc2f641619%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkpKAmOaaPhT3UePUHmcfAMJuwkg&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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd26be1dc2f641619%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26BE617CF1F2CEB7E0B96D304CB57012D5F5469E.53C60AD7CE472E4F190CA3B81722D1081CF70C1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd26be1dc2f641619%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkpKAmOaaPhT3UePUHmcfAMJuwkg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-1191076236644241569?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d26be1dc2f641619&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1191076236644241569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=1191076236644241569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1191076236644241569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1191076236644241569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/captain-drools-new-skill.html' title='Captain Drools&apos; New Skill'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-9167262097079851754</id><published>2008-10-11T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:28:14.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Jason and I decided to take the little ones to a local pumpkin patch this morning.  Well, I don't think they grow pumpkins there, but who knows.  We didn't want to go anywhere far away r crowded.  I think we are like old people, but that is a different blog for a different day.  We walked around took some pictures and picked out a pumpkin.  Miss Boss had a great time and Captain Drools did too.  We picked a pumpkin out and we will be carving it in the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics from our morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkCyS2KkI/AAAAAAAAAak/yNsoG-Yo2G8/s1600-h/PA111351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951501653060162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkCyS2KkI/AAAAAAAAAak/yNsoG-Yo2G8/s320/PA111351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Miss Boss sit next to her brother and she wasn't happy.  She didn't want to get her picture made.  It is so hard to get a good picture of the 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkDPgWJFI/AAAAAAAAAas/uPEbMnKHW2U/s1600-h/PA111353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951509494309970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkDPgWJFI/AAAAAAAAAas/uPEbMnKHW2U/s320/PA111353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is already embarrassed by her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkDySvZSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6rNyGYifmHE/s1600-h/PA111365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951518832485666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkDySvZSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6rNyGYifmHE/s320/PA111365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just thought this picture was funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkEFt0b4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/mlmilxSQjMc/s1600-h/PA111360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951524046335874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkEFt0b4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/mlmilxSQjMc/s320/PA111360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanner is looking at his daddy.  What a cutie pie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkEplnTxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ro8RwdepRbs/s1600-h/PA111363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951533675597586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkEplnTxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ro8RwdepRbs/s320/PA111363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-9167262097079851754?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/9167262097079851754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=9167262097079851754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/9167262097079851754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/9167262097079851754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SPDkCyS2KkI/AAAAAAAAAak/yNsoG-Yo2G8/s72-c/PA111351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-496623628980308022</id><published>2008-10-09T20:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:57:06.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruthie will you stop bugging me now?</title><content type='html'>So much has happened in the last couple of weeks.  I am tired of getting messages and phone calls from Ruthie (my sister) to put new pictures up.  When I told her I didnt have any she named a couple that she actually saw me take so posted them below.  Miss Boss went on a field trip with my class a couple of weeks ago.  We went to the fair.  They had a little petting zoo.  She had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6lamwJBmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QhUB0BZFYus/s1600-h/P9251372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319691685594722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6lamwJBmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QhUB0BZFYus/s320/P9251372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Miss Boss and Ruthie at our Friday lunch.  You might be able to notice all the black specs around her mouth....ah yeah....that is pepper.  She ate just pepper at the table and a lot of it.  She loved it.  It made her happy so I just let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6layE1acI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ISMBSUSv2VI/s1600-h/P9261381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319694725179842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6layE1acI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ISMBSUSv2VI/s320/P9261381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6lbVrbq_I/AAAAAAAAAac/Rp1d5JFXVfk/s1600-h/P9261380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319704282311666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6lbVrbq_I/AAAAAAAAAac/Rp1d5JFXVfk/s320/P9261380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some recent pictures of Captain Drools. He is getting so very big and his personality is really starting to come out and it is really scaring Jason and I. He has turned wild. This sweet little baby is starting to act crazy. He is not crawling yet, but that doesn't mean he is not moving around. He rolls until he is on the hardwood floors then he scoots backwards everywhere he wants to go.  Numerous times he has scooted and gotten his legs stuck under the sofa.  I am really enjoying watching his little personality coming out.  We think he is going to be quite a comedian, but of course with Jason as his dad it is not hard to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6jqZKMJsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WyiwCspBBSI/s1600-h/P9091282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255317763891406530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6jqZKMJsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WyiwCspBBSI/s320/P9091282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6jqZ2krKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BQ7t5mENDZo/s1600-h/P9091278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255317764077563042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6jqZ2krKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BQ7t5mENDZo/s320/P9091278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6jqlF5QCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/U3v-a3y2Pq8/s1600-h/P9201340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255317767094616098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6jqlF5QCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/U3v-a3y2Pq8/s320/P9201340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6jq_LkzWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yocSgk_jKxg/s1600-h/P9091284.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-496623628980308022?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/496623628980308022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=496623628980308022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/496623628980308022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/496623628980308022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/ruthie-will-you-stop-bugging-me-now.html' title='Ruthie will you stop bugging me now?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SO6lamwJBmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QhUB0BZFYus/s72-c/P9251372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7951725546559030100</id><published>2008-10-01T16:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:58:54.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary Crack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SOPhE5IE4KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8maCw9rZ6bI/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252289064614551714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SOPhE5IE4KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8maCw9rZ6bI/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I know I haven't blogged in a while. I have been sucked into a new fascination with Twilight. I started reading Twilight on Wednesday night. On Friday I picked up the second book. On saturday I read the third book and on Sunday I started the fourth and final book. I must tell you that I loved them. I was totally unable to stop reading. My family and my home where totally neglected.  When I was told what they were about I thought that sounds so stupid, but I started hearing several people talk about how good they were so I decided to start reading them.  Each book has around 550 pages and the last one has about 750.  The movie is coming out in November and I can't even begin to tell you how very excited I am.  If you like a good book  check it out!&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/7484099888211296241-7951725546559030100?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7951725546559030100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7951725546559030100' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7951725546559030100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7951725546559030100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/literary-crack.html' title='Literary Crack.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SOPhE5IE4KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8maCw9rZ6bI/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5239263279883577600</id><published>2008-09-21T18:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:16:58.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Day!</title><content type='html'>On Sundays Miss Boss doesn't always get a nap because we are spending time with family and just enjoying be around one another. Today I feed Miss Boss dinner and told her when she was done she could have some ice cream. I went into the living room to play with Captain Drools for a minute. It became very quiet and I decided to stand up so I could see what Miss Boss was doing. That poor sweet baby girl was asleep at the table. How very precious. I am just so very much in love with this girl! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248603310099189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNbI5vlmzdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Xb79VEsxqQs/s320/P9211352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248603313967260530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNbI59_043I/AAAAAAAAAZY/2SPkum0p-uc/s320/P9211349.jpg" border="0" /&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/7484099888211296241-5239263279883577600?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5239263279883577600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5239263279883577600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5239263279883577600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5239263279883577600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-day.html' title='A Long Day!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNbI5vlmzdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Xb79VEsxqQs/s72-c/P9211352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2131354532443566092</id><published>2008-09-20T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:19:29.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Outside.</title><content type='html'>We have been playing outside all week. The weather has been so wonderful. I love fall and everything about it. This is my favorite time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Boss making a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWM_KKPaEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1KBYNgJb4Ao/s1600-h/P9181323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248255957457135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWM_KKPaEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1KBYNgJb4Ao/s320/P9181323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Boss loves coloring with chalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWM_X1uy8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/U63Oq9SM0PA/s1600-h/P9181325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248255961129208770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWM_X1uy8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/U63Oq9SM0PA/s320/P9181325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWM_7-kSzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FsQtOIdw6MU/s1600-h/P9181326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248255970829945650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWM_7-kSzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FsQtOIdw6MU/s320/P9181326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She likes to color her whole body with the chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWNAZt5L7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/NEQnmbmDX2M/s1600-h/P9181335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248255978813075378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWNAZt5L7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/NEQnmbmDX2M/s320/P9181335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sweet sweet Captain Drools just loves to watch her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWNAhFAR-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/td5_BCgTH0k/s1600-h/P9181330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248255980789057506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWNAhFAR-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/td5_BCgTH0k/s320/P9181330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484099888211296241-2131354532443566092?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2131354532443566092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2131354532443566092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2131354532443566092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2131354532443566092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/playing-outside.html' title='Playing Outside.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNWM_KKPaEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1KBYNgJb4Ao/s72-c/P9181323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-374109721662489719</id><published>2008-09-20T15:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:20:25.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Month Checkup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNVbdmWdYfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PXWKgsqPje8/s1600-h/P9111305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248201504839262706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNVbdmWdYfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PXWKgsqPje8/s320/P9111305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me at all you know that I lose EVERYTHING. Sometimes I feel that if my head was not attached to my body I would misplace it. I lost the piece you need to upload your pictures to the computer. Thankfully I found it today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday (of last week) I took Captain Drools to the doctor for his 6 month checkup. I was guessing he weighed around 20 pounds and I was right. He is 20 lbs. 8ozs. and 26 inches long. He is in the 90th percentile for weight and the 50th for height. So, he is short and fat. Got to love that. In comparision to Miss Boss he is smaller. She was in the 100 percentile in height and weight. She only weighs 7 pounds more than Captain Drools now. She is has gained one pound since her first birthday which was over a year and a half ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-374109721662489719?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/374109721662489719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=374109721662489719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/374109721662489719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/374109721662489719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-month-checkup.html' title='6 Month Checkup'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SNVbdmWdYfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PXWKgsqPje8/s72-c/P9111305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2978219338669308079</id><published>2008-09-10T17:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:22:19.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Boss's New Friend</title><content type='html'>Miss Boss made a new friend today. His name is "Donald". Miss Boss and Donald have done many things to do together today. Here is a picture of her new friend. She loves "Donald".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3gMAUJjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Kv-nYD9zoF8/s1600-h/P91013023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573160935007794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3gMAUJjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Kv-nYD9zoF8/s320/P91013023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is getting ready to feed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3gR307fI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2u0oaN-fj8U/s1600-h/P91012973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573162510020082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3gR307fI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2u0oaN-fj8U/s320/P91012973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here she is giving him some food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3gtvyzXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Xywan43dW_I/s1600-h/P91012984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573169992519026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3gtvyzXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Xywan43dW_I/s320/P91012984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Miss Boss is having Donald sit with her at the table for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3hMz5eiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LjSgSkC_pb0/s1600-h/P91012953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573178331232802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3hMz5eiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LjSgSkC_pb0/s320/P91012953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long day of playing. Daddy tucked Miss Boss and Donald into bed together! He even has his own pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3hc4KQHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RkOvZ5UZdkA/s1600-h/P91013034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573182644076658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3hc4KQHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RkOvZ5UZdkA/s320/P91013034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that you would have been able to see Miss Boss with Donald. My mom found him when she was cleaning out some of our stuff at the house. Mom and Dad thought that Miss Boss would maybe play with him for 5 minutes and move on....boy were they wrong. Mom said that Miss Boss told her she wanted to watch him fly so she took him upstairs and threw him over the balcony. Today after work I meet them at McDonald's (looking at Donald made them want a big mac). When I walked in the door Miss Boss was sitting with this blown up Ronald McDonald that she introduced me too as her Donald. When her hamburger arrived she turned to Donald and said "Donald would you like a hamburger" (which she tried to feed him). It was so very funny. The day continued with Donald deflating and layla yelling at him "Donald are you okay...Mommy Help..Oh Donald....Are you okay". Luckily when bathtime came around I was able to get Donald to not take a bath. I really hope that we don't have to take Donald everywhere.....He is kind of creepy looking. This girl is crazy and I LOVE every minute of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2978219338669308079?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2978219338669308079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2978219338669308079' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2978219338669308079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2978219338669308079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/laylas-new-friend.html' title='Miss Boss&apos;s New Friend'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SMh3gMAUJjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Kv-nYD9zoF8/s72-c/P91013023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6570796422269063861</id><published>2008-09-09T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:23:04.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Low Sweet Chariot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Captain Drools and I were sitting in the living room playing and I suddenly realized it was very quiet and it had been for a while. That in my house is never a good thing. Miss Boss was somewhere being quiet. I started calling her name and looking for her. I spotted her in Captain Drools room and ran to get the camera. This is what I came across......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-75b713be591a6287" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6570796422269063861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6570796422269063861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6570796422269063861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6570796422269063861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/swing-low-sweet-chariot.html' title='Swing Low Sweet Chariot'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8711305158919656911</id><published>2008-09-03T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:23:36.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG vs. Bitty Bitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7af1f6bd97682a4" 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://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7af1f6bd97682a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34C52384A4D09FEB0154A1CA0A5B6F973D21A91D.C3E5D34FAB98376B393569C114E730EA8A940F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7af1f6bd97682a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyHrrYB9NqNkGKniOSM6BRigaqRA&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://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7af1f6bd97682a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34C52384A4D09FEB0154A1CA0A5B6F973D21A91D.C3E5D34FAB98376B393569C114E730EA8A940F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7af1f6bd97682a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyHrrYB9NqNkGKniOSM6BRigaqRA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this video of Miss Boss. Her hair is a wild mess, but this girl is funny and she know it. She goes around the house doing this all day. She is really into BIG and bitty bitty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-8711305158919656911?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7af1f6bd97682a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8711305158919656911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=8711305158919656911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8711305158919656911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8711305158919656911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-vs-bitty-bitty.html' title='BIG vs. Bitty Bitty'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2852034629433468590</id><published>2008-09-03T15:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:09:33.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain tired!</title><content type='html'>Since I have gone back to work Tanner has decided he doesn't want to take an afternoon nap. I think he misses me in the morning and doesn't want to give up time with me (that is what I like to think). Today we did our normal routine of me trying to make him go to sleep and him fussing because he doesn't. So he was sitting next to me on the sofa playing while I was trying to unwind from work. I look over at him and this is what I saw..... this poor baby fell asleep sitting straight up on the sofa. How pitiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241882650677527986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SL7of4PqxbI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ru4FFlZCClk/s320/P9031267000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Update:  Jason saw this picture and claims Tanner takes after his Pappy who falls asleep everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2852034629433468590?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2852034629433468590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2852034629433468590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2852034629433468590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2852034629433468590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-plain-tired.html' title='Just plain tired!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SL7of4PqxbI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ru4FFlZCClk/s72-c/P9031267000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5652003121344119735</id><published>2008-09-01T09:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:32:20.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Drools turns 6 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c9a9ed09181c9a2" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c9a9ed09181c9a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B432F2A7B1F92056284D9959125D0F44EBFDF83.5C0709A616FFBB4267C5F0F1AC4ADCC73B64794E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c9a9ed09181c9a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DznqumGJXgCoft__GxOQ7t6iee4s&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c9a9ed09181c9a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B432F2A7B1F92056284D9959125D0F44EBFDF83.5C0709A616FFBB4267C5F0F1AC4ADCC73B64794E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c9a9ed09181c9a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DznqumGJXgCoft__GxOQ7t6iee4s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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 is right 6 months old. I am still in shock today. I remember when I found out I was pregnant with him I was so very worried that I wouldn't love or even like him as much as Layla. I talked to a couple of people and found out it is a pretty common feeling. Looking back I can't believe I ever thought that. I am so in love with this little baby. But how could you not be. He has the sweetest little spirit and he is always so unbelievably happy. I can't look at him when I feed him without him taking a break to just smile and coo. He is finally starting to babble his "dadadadada". I love it. I can't imagine my life without him. Happy Half Birthday sweet baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241060199398547362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLv8e6eWn6I/AAAAAAAAAXg/b7aZESk_SJc/s320/P90112557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanner posing with his very very silly daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241060193955954658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLv8emMvP-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/CnESZWAzyWQ/s320/P90112578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5652003121344119735?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5652003121344119735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5652003121344119735' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5652003121344119735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5652003121344119735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/captain-drools-turns-6-months-old.html' title='Captain Drools turns 6 months old!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLv8e6eWn6I/AAAAAAAAAXg/b7aZESk_SJc/s72-c/P90112557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-978507385216019634</id><published>2008-08-31T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:28:12.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biter Biscuits</title><content type='html'>I decided to see how Captain Drools would do feeding himself.  He of course loved it.  Why in the world do these things have to be so so so very messy.  I had to bath him after this.  He had it everywhere, but he sure did like it.  I do think though I could give him anything and he would love it.  He hasn't meet a food he does like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240872334221369122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtRnuJv3yI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6g0_4rjJXig/s320/P83012340027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240872335476462498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtRny0_E6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/B3VpUyCfGuw/s320/P8301235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484099888211296241-978507385216019634?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/978507385216019634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=978507385216019634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/978507385216019634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/978507385216019634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/biter-biscuits.html' title='Biter Biscuits'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtRnuJv3yI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6g0_4rjJXig/s72-c/P83012340027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4366742354867716324</id><published>2008-08-31T21:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:19:34.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun Fest</title><content type='html'>My dad is an avid runner and loves to run in races.  His favorite race to run in is the US 10k classic which is held on Labor Day.   They hold a festival on Saturday and Sunday with lots of things for the kids to do.  The kids and I went with my parents on Saturday. (We missed Jason though, but he is back to coaching cross country so he was at a race.) There were a lot of vendors giving away a lot of free stuff as well as a very large kids area full of games and inflatables.   Layla enjoyed herself as always.  She loves bossing her Pappy around and I think he enjoys it too.  They are a sight to watch together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is sweet little Tanner.  He loves to just sit in the stoller and watch everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtNFwux1tI/AAAAAAAAAW8/C9nkO5RBTSA/s1600-h/P83012378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867352751494866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtNFwux1tI/AAAAAAAAAW8/C9nkO5RBTSA/s320/P83012378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layla and Pappy playing a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMjbBQi_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/5TNinjLze5E/s1600-h/P83012384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240866762807872498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMjbBQi_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/5TNinjLze5E/s320/P83012384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so funny for me to watch.  He just moved the see-saw up and down with his hands. Then Layla would move to the side he was on and order him to go to the other side and "do again".  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMjtOsdNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EHjwt_i9xc8/s1600-h/P83012465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240866767696065746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMjtOsdNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EHjwt_i9xc8/s320/P83012465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layla wanted to get in the fire truck, but Pappy had to get in too.  Layla is reaching her hand out to tell him to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMjyKs5II/AAAAAAAAAWk/sxaAPmuydDY/s1600-h/P83012486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240866769021494402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMjyKs5II/AAAAAAAAAWk/sxaAPmuydDY/s320/P83012486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Tanner.  Always just so sweet.  His daddy is not very happy about him wearing this shirt though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMkHnewII/AAAAAAAAAWs/yaFCrePD8Cs/s1600-h/P83012430023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240866774779347074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMkHnewII/AAAAAAAAAWs/yaFCrePD8Cs/s320/P83012430023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving the festival.  We had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMkULgqyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MdqMs7YizKU/s1600-h/P83012490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240866778151693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtMkULgqyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MdqMs7YizKU/s320/P83012490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4366742354867716324?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4366742354867716324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4366742354867716324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4366742354867716324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4366742354867716324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-fun-fest.html' title='Family Fun Fest'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLtNFwux1tI/AAAAAAAAAW8/C9nkO5RBTSA/s72-c/P83012378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2725699825580771547</id><published>2008-08-26T18:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:05:22.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy I have a hat I need to cook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I found this hat and apron on the dollar aisle at Target (which is my FAVORITE place to look for toys and things for Layla). I came home and gave her the hat and apron. She insisted on wearing it at that moment and told me we had to cook. So I had to find something to make. We made a corn dip which my friend Wendy makes.  It is super yummy.  Anyways....Here is Layla in her cute little apron and hat.  (And yes she is naked remember that whole potty training thing).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238964943634038962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLSK2-gIALI/AAAAAAAAAWE/W8xHbnyOGtQ/s320/P8231187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Layla crying after I told her it was time to put the food in the oven.  She hates that part.  She just likes to stir.  Poor baby!  Isn't this pitiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238964949099360178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLSK3S3KL7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3MN8kOQ-Z7I/s320/P8231190.jpg" border="0" /&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/7484099888211296241-2725699825580771547?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2725699825580771547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2725699825580771547' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2725699825580771547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2725699825580771547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/mommy-i-have-hat-i-need-to-cook.html' title='Mommy I have a hat I need to cook!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLSK2-gIALI/AAAAAAAAAWE/W8xHbnyOGtQ/s72-c/P8231187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5147756114885925282</id><published>2008-08-25T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:27:49.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Football 2008</title><content type='html'>The men in my family have been obsessed lately with fantasy sports. They played fantasy football last year along with fantasy basketball and baseball. This year they have talked the ladies into playing with them. On Sunday everyone came over to our house and we had a live draft. I, of course, really didn't know what I was doing so I printed a list of NFL players that I found on the internet and picked my draft choices by going down the list and picking whoever was next . I guess I have a good team. I really have no idea. We had a wonderful time together and it was so much fun to see how really into it everyone was. Jason has been researching this stuff all summer. He came with all of these print outs. He had told me from the start of all of this that he wasn't going to help me. Luckily, after I pointed out to him that every elses husbands were helping them he decided he would help me too. We had such a wonderul time as you can tell. Here is a picture of the draft board that Jason bought for the special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNTfPNp1OI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Fr7C2q-t54Q/s1600-h/P8241191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238622587686868194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNTfPNp1OI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Fr7C2q-t54Q/s320/P8241191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We asked Jason to explain to us about how to get points and win, but we weren't listening so he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNTfiNP0LI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ymboKIYwC1w/s1600-h/P8241192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238622592785436850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNTfiNP0LI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ymboKIYwC1w/s320/P8241192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jason, Naomi, and Luke during the draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP7xOSBBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/25NeZrVWzz4/s1600-h/P8241194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618679806133266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP7xOSBBI/AAAAAAAAAVE/25NeZrVWzz4/s320/P8241194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the board with all of our pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP9MfeOiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Lqcjus0Dq_s/s1600-h/P8241196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618704305863202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP9MfeOiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Lqcjus0Dq_s/s320/P8241196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother Mark got a new smoker and decided to bring it over and cook us some ribs. Look at the rain. Luckily, we were able to cook in the garage. However, my house still smells like smoke from the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP9UkIEkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sbaKmHccJAw/s1600-h/P8241197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618706472866370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP9UkIEkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sbaKmHccJAw/s320/P8241197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't these ribs look so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP9pShVVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/p-cO1a7WJzk/s1600-h/P8241198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618712036169042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP9pShVVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/p-cO1a7WJzk/s320/P8241198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long day of hanging out and our football draft we all set down to eat together. We had such a great day. We really missed Ruthie though who wasn't able to come. It is never the same without her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP-KPbptI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TzbN9gGvEME/s1600-h/P8241201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618720881583826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNP-KPbptI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TzbN9gGvEME/s320/P8241201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is going to be a lot of fun to play. Jason and I have talked football all weekend and it has been suprisingly nice. It is nice to find something we can do together. I am looking forward to the season.&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/7484099888211296241-5147756114885925282?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5147756114885925282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5147756114885925282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5147756114885925282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5147756114885925282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/men-in-my-family-have-been-obsessed.html' title='Fantasy Football 2008'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLNTfPNp1OI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Fr7C2q-t54Q/s72-c/P8241191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2343816429808865026</id><published>2008-08-23T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:14:48.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Trey's Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLBrH88o79I/AAAAAAAAAUo/sxHxyx9g120/s1600-h/P82311756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237804150995611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLBrH88o79I/AAAAAAAAAUo/sxHxyx9g120/s320/P82311756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This summer was such a busy summer with baby Trey and Luke and Naomi's wedding that we decided to delay our family baby shower till today. We thought that it was a good idea. The theme of our shower was Come And Meet Baby Trey. I thought this actually turned out very well. It was nice to be at a shower were the baby actually got passed around and loved on. I absolutely love giving showers. My sister and I always have so much fun talking about them and coming up with ideas. I love getting to be creative too. I decided to make my second attempt at a diaper cake and I was proud of it. We used it as the center piece on the table where all of the food was. It is really easy to make. The hardest part is decorating and finding what looks good where. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237804154507211810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLBrIKB3tCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4g778o6Tqyc/s320/P82311732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried really hard to get some good pictures of the kids together. It is very difficult to get everyone to look at the camera all at once. Layla only wanted to look at baby Trey. She loves holding him and she didn't want anyone to take him away from her. I had to tempt her with something in order to get her to put him down. She loves being a cousin and she is so very bossy with Tanner and Trey. During the picture taking (there were lots of cameras) Tanner was trying to move and Layla stuck her arm out and stopped him. She loves telling everyone she is the boss. I have visions of the three of them playing together when they are older and Layla telling them what they are going to do and both of them doing whatever she says. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237804161039562962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLBrIiXTeNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/I3NSR0TcY3w/s320/P82311824.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;/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/7484099888211296241-2343816429808865026?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2343816429808865026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2343816429808865026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2343816429808865026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2343816429808865026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-treys-shower.html' title='Baby Trey&apos;s Shower'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SLBrH88o79I/AAAAAAAAAUo/sxHxyx9g120/s72-c/P82311756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-9014438355073737311</id><published>2008-08-23T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:33:02.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back to work for me!</title><content type='html'>This last week has been so incredibly busy for me.  I started back to work on Monday.  I have been ready to back.  I love this time of year.  I love meeting all of my kids and learning all of there little personalities because they are all so different and by the end of the year I have grown to love each and everyone of them so very much.  But anyways....the reason I actually was writing this was to say that my days of swimming and lounging by the pool are over.  It is back to the real world of a working mother.  I was really sad to drop Layla and Tanner off at my parents, but I knew they were going to have fun and probably not miss me to much (because Layla hates for me to take her home).  She loves going to their house though.  Mom had gone out a bought her her very own pair of scissors which she has talked about none stop all week.  She is obsessed.   Luckily, we all survived the week, however my house is a total wreck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-9014438355073737311?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/9014438355073737311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=9014438355073737311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/9014438355073737311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/9014438355073737311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-back-to-work-for-me.html' title='It&apos;s back to work for me!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7649940383133474707</id><published>2008-08-12T21:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:55:58.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annika Sorenstam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SKI84pGY2bI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H-lO1zhzq7k/s1600-h/P80910965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233812660760926642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SKI84pGY2bI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H-lO1zhzq7k/s320/P80910965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SKI84zUlqpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJVA7wm3hN4/s1600-h/P80910971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233812663504841362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SKI84zUlqpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJVA7wm3hN4/s320/P80910971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SKI85QRjehI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v8_XOSTwNXg/s1600-h/P80910981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233812671276743186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SKI85QRjehI/AAAAAAAAAUg/v8_XOSTwNXg/s320/P80910981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know that much about golf. I have been to the driving range a couple times in my life and I have played putt putt a few times. When we were on vacation we thought it would be fun to take Layla to play putt putt...little did we know that she would become obsessed. We have been home a little over a week and we have gone to play putt putt already and gotten her some plastic clubs. She plays with them every day. Both times we have taken her to play she has cried when we have left. Her form is not even close to being right and she cheats from time to time but she is actually a pretty good putt putt player. She scored a 4 on several holes (that is without cheating). 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This summer she has loved being in the pool and "swimming" with you holding on to her close and tightly. I am proud to say that we have finally gotten over that fear. Layla has started to try to swim on her own now. I am so very very proud. On the second day of trying to swim by herself Layla was in the pool with Ruthie and asked Ruthie to take off her "swimmies" because "I can swim" I told Ruthie to take them off. She did very reluctantly and let her go...Of course she sank to the bottom. Ruthie picked her up and after a short little cough Layla said in a very sad little voice...."I can't swim". It was so adorable.  She is doing a great job swimming with her swimmies though.   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I guess I am about halfway there and I only have one week left before I have to go back to work. Layla doesn't have any accidents while we are at home, but there is one problem...... She must be naked to go to the bathroom. If I put pullup on her or panties on her she will pee in them. If she is naked she will go to the bathroom by herself and everything. She doesn't have one accident. So, we spend all of are time at home naked. Hopefully we will be able to move on to clothes soon!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232551851389079234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJ3CL4LbzsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lj8X8UUuNQY/s320/P5190418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2812178357400832049?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2812178357400832049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2812178357400832049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2812178357400832049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2812178357400832049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-she-ever-going-to-wear-panties.html' title='Is she ever going to wear panties?'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJ3CL4LbzsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lj8X8UUuNQY/s72-c/P5190418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4369712738339298780</id><published>2008-08-03T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:20.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some of my beach pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJXxpyO6q6I/AAAAAAAAASg/CZhpjCXmFCE/s1600-h/n664161934_795705_3205.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Gulf Shores Alabama last week and we had the best time. Here are just a few of the 200 pictures I took. I was looking at the last night and realized majority of the pictures are of Layla with a few of Tanner thrown in there. We had the best time. I knew that it was going to be a lot of fun since this seems to be the time that Layla is really discovering new and exciting things. It has been a year since we have been to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many things she enjoyed about the beach. The first one was the crabs. It was pretty amazing watching her catch the crabs. She was really good at it. They move so very fast and I don't think that I could catch them. At one point a crab or bitty bitty crab as she called it pinched her and she refused to put it down. Every morning when she woke up she asked me if we could build a sand castle. So that is how she spent majority of her time. When it came to the ocean she wanted nothing to do with it. She continued to tell everyone that the water was gross (it had lots of seaweed in it on the first day she saw it). She also was really worried about "The Ocean's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;." She refused to put her feet in it. The only way she would go out into it was if someone was holding her. Another part of the vacation which I think was her favorite was putt putt golf. It was the first time we have taken her to play and she never got bored the whole time we were there. All she wanted to do was play golf. She even cried when it was time to go. She asked everyday after that if we were going to play golf. I think Jason and I are going to take her again to go play soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230352246786929650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJXxqCfms_I/AAAAAAAAASo/S0CjArrq4TE/s320/P73009869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Feeding the fish at the oyster house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJXxqaragRI/AAAAAAAAASw/YRiRs99kpvA/s1600-h/P73009969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230352253278912786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJXxqaragRI/AAAAAAAAASw/YRiRs99kpvA/s320/P73009969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner in his seat while we are all playing golf. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJXxqpE40gI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Nxv228uac7g/s1600-h/P73009999.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJXxrId7aAI/AAAAAAAAATA/OMdUfrOt_ls/s1600-h/P73010047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPCN62aJI/AAAAAAAAARk/byS1-euwXJ8/s1600-h/P73009731111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230103073031350418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPCN62aJI/AAAAAAAAARk/byS1-euwXJ8/s320/P73009731111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I brought one of my beach hats for Layla to wear and I love the pictures I took with the hat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPCQXM9QI/AAAAAAAAARs/KJjR0nTaxDQ/s1600-h/P730096933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230103073687139586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPCQXM9QI/AAAAAAAAARs/KJjR0nTaxDQ/s320/P730096933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPC10kueI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ociPmLJvNu4/s1600-h/P727092922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230103083742444002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPC10kueI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ociPmLJvNu4/s320/P727092922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner sitting in the sand for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPDAZ-NsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4GlLIimFCEU/s1600-h/P73009722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230103086583658178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPDAZ-NsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4GlLIimFCEU/s320/P73009722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPDfizzoI/AAAAAAAAASE/6kmb4OrjetM/s1600-h/P73110308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230103094942224002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUPDfizzoI/AAAAAAAAASE/6kmb4OrjetM/s320/P73110308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason and Tanner on the beach the last night we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNTVoQvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l0ddtKC2vhA/s1600-h/P73110547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101168135388626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNTVoQvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/l0ddtKC2vhA/s320/P73110547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNTyH1tRI/AAAAAAAAARE/RHumlvWlOA8/s1600-h/P73110396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101175784027410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNTyH1tRI/AAAAAAAAARE/RHumlvWlOA8/s320/P73110396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layla looking at her bitty bitty crabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNUVm2HwI/AAAAAAAAARM/WiNx3DffB5s/s1600-h/P73110322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101185309318914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNUVm2HwI/AAAAAAAAARM/WiNx3DffB5s/s320/P73110322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner with his daddy's fish hook smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNUs0blMI/AAAAAAAAARU/BYHpf1apef4/s1600-h/P73110358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101191540315330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNUs0blMI/AAAAAAAAARU/BYHpf1apef4/s320/P73110358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner sucking his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNU58cp5I/AAAAAAAAARc/iBkWP7qfpGE/s1600-h/P73110246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101195063601042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJUNU58cp5I/AAAAAAAAARc/iBkWP7qfpGE/s320/P73110246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4369712738339298780?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4369712738339298780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4369712738339298780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4369712738339298780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4369712738339298780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-some-of-my-beach-pictures.html' title='Just some of my beach pictures'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJXxqCfms_I/AAAAAAAAASo/S0CjArrq4TE/s72-c/P73009869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-1176344731181666585</id><published>2008-08-03T14:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:21.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More beach pictures!</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Monica is a wonderful photographer and she posted a lot of pictures of our trip also on her blog. If you would like to check out more of the beach trip pictures....look on the side under blog list and click on My Aunt Monica.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX93yurTLI/AAAAAAAAATI/VuVVzRNTnoE/s1600-h/P72609157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230365677212880050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX93yurTLI/AAAAAAAAATI/VuVVzRNTnoE/s320/P72609157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX94Mbpe2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/mrqIJryMn2o/s1600-h/P72809518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230365684112391010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX94Mbpe2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/mrqIJryMn2o/s320/P72809518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX94VPb4cI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZE5CY_1bFGk/s1600-h/P7280949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230365686477087170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX94VPb4cI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZE5CY_1bFGk/s320/P7280949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX94wBkkAI/AAAAAAAAATg/PPp75_IsBfY/s1600-h/P7311029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230365693666693122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX94wBkkAI/AAAAAAAAATg/PPp75_IsBfY/s320/P7311029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX95RAnKyI/AAAAAAAAATo/-IMDAFTVE98/s1600-h/P7260913h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230365702521039650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX95RAnKyI/AAAAAAAAATo/-IMDAFTVE98/s320/P7260913h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484099888211296241-1176344731181666585?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1176344731181666585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=1176344731181666585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1176344731181666585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1176344731181666585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-beach-pictures.html' title='More beach pictures!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SJX93yurTLI/AAAAAAAAATI/VuVVzRNTnoE/s72-c/P72609157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6684986559159314122</id><published>2008-07-23T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:29:53.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very important questions about me</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Monica filled this out on her blog and I am going to as well.  For some reason I love these things.  I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 ODD Things about you! ((I'd love to see some of you copy, paste and play along!!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese? no... not at all.... I think it smells like feet&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? yep&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? nope&lt;br /&gt;4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Sorry, I have never been to Sonic...sad isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? not at all.  I am weird I like going to the doctor and dentist and all that kind of stuff.  I have idea why though.&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? i absolutely love hotdogs....please don't tell what they are made out of though.&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas Song? "Baby it's Cold Outside"&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? a Cherry Coke zero or a diet dr. pepper...every know and then coffee&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups? I have no idea at one time I could do some girl push ups.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your favorite meal?  Well, I love it when Jason makes "bumpy steak" ( that is what he called fried cubed steak when he was little and he still does).  With homemade gravy, broccoli, and white rice....Yummy...he is such a good cook.  well, that is really the only thing he makes.&lt;br /&gt;.11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? my wedding rings.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite hobby? I love to paint.  I haven't been a able to really in a long time because when we had Tanner we had to get rid of our extra room that had all of that stuff in it and now that stuff is put up.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you work with people who idolize you? no I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have ADD? I think that I do.  I have a very very hard time concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;15. What's one trait that you hate about yourself? i am the biggest worry wart.  i worry about everything.&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle name? Teresa&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this moment: 1-I am sitting her watching Jason play playstation. 2. I am wondering if Layla is going to sleep through the night 3. I have so much to do before we leave for the beach&lt;br /&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: I didnt buy anything yesterday&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: diet coke, cherry coke zero, and  diet dr. pepper&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry right now:  I have a big one that is out there&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate right now? not really hating anything at this moment&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be? Anywhere with my family.&lt;br /&gt;23. How did you bring in New Years? I don' think I did anything.  I don't even know if I was awake to ring in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go? Anywhere.  I am so ready to get out of town.&lt;br /&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this? Who Knows?&lt;br /&gt;26. Whose answer do you want to read the most? Anyone who has too much time on their hands&lt;br /&gt;27. What color shirt are you wearing? black t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;28 . Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I love to sleep anywhere.  I love it though when the sheets are first put on the bed and they are really cold.&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you whistle? yep&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color(s): blue and i have been liking orange lately...used to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? No i am afraid of deep open water&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower? For some reason whenever I randomly sing in the shower or just walking around...I sing Mr. Sandman...yes...bring me a dream...you know the song.  I have no idea why I sing it all the time&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite girl's name? I dont know if I have a favorite, but i really like older names.&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now? no pockets&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? Jason danced tonight with layla and it was really funny....he is not a very good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child? I didn't have favorite sheets.&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you ever had? I had stitches in my nose when I was younger like 2 maybe...that is probably it.  I am lucky.&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you love where you live? Yes.  I love the area we live in, but we are out growing our house. &lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 4&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? Jason tells me I am loud all the time....But a friend....hmmm....I don't think I have a really loud friend.&lt;br /&gt;42. How many pets do you have? nope&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? my husband might.&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book? I just read the Shack and it is such a wonderful wonderful book.  I think it has moved to my faovrite spot.&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy ? anything chocolate and peanut butter....maybe twix, or kit kat...or maybe reese's pieces...I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;47. What is your favorite sports team: Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets.&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I love the song bullah Land (sp?).  I love that song and something upbeat not depressing.&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? trying to go to sleep however i havent been getting to sleep until 2 or 3.  It is fun when you have a babies to wake up with at 8.&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? Why is Layla yelling at me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-6684986559159314122?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6684986559159314122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6684986559159314122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6684986559159314122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6684986559159314122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-important-questions-about-me.html' title='Very important questions about me'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2721194104382768555</id><published>2008-07-22T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:22.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Mountain Laser Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaGrRtoG4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4r5hDo0fwmU/s1600-h/everybody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226012495657311106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaGrRtoG4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4r5hDo0fwmU/s320/everybody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEFkxvq9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QSjyJQKy4NI/s1600-h/las.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226009648916573138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEFkxvq9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QSjyJQKy4NI/s320/las.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you been to the laser show this year? Well, if you haven't they have finally changed it. It is the 25th anniversary show and it actually was very entertaining. However, it was not as entertaining as Layla. This summer has been the best summer. Layla is finally at an age where she is learning so many things. It brings me so much joy to see such excitement in her face when she sees some thing for the first time. Last night she LOVED watching the show and every couple of minutes she had to look around and make sure they were also watching. She was so worried that Luke was missing the show he had to move where he was sitting and some sit next to her. She kept turning around and yelling..... "Luke, Luke, WOW. Luke..Wow" She says Wow alot these days. This morning she woke up and said "Laser show tonight". We are leaving for the beach next week. I can't wait to see what she does when she sees the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEF-LfmUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9j1Rg2rutm4/s1600-h/lukeand+layla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226009655735458114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEF-LfmUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9j1Rg2rutm4/s320/lukeand+layla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEGd0pYAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fQyxzC5RjP8/s1600-h/jason+and+tanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226009664229564418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEGd0pYAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fQyxzC5RjP8/s320/jason+and+tanner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEGvxndWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nHyUtb0hHSQ/s1600-h/laylaand+pappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226009669048694114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEGvxndWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nHyUtb0hHSQ/s320/laylaand+pappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEGw5Sh6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/S5qtssDEDZ4/s1600-h/laser+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226009669349312418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaEGw5Sh6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/S5qtssDEDZ4/s320/laser+show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-2721194104382768555?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2721194104382768555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2721194104382768555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2721194104382768555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2721194104382768555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/stone-mountain-laser-show.html' title='Stone Mountain Laser Show'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIaGrRtoG4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4r5hDo0fwmU/s72-c/everybody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7528941027512979147</id><published>2008-07-18T17:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:22.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner and Trey's First Playdate</title><content type='html'>Today we meet Trisha and Trey at my parents house for lunch.  It was the first time we actually got to lay the babies down next to each other and check them out side by side.  Tanner wasn't to interested in the meeting and Trey only wanted to suck his paci and sleep so it was quite uneventful, but there is only so much 2 babies can do together.  They are awful cute though.  I do think they are going to grow up being BEST friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIER-vlKzXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dFRWrtACzkE/s1600-h/P7180858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224476812348411250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIER-vlKzXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dFRWrtACzkE/s200/P7180858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIER_ITs2HI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Z93HjNbGp6A/s1600-h/P7180869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224476818986031218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIER_ITs2HI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Z93HjNbGp6A/s200/P7180869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made Layla lay down with them as well, but she wasn't to happy about it. She has been really good about Trey.  At home she has talked about him several times and she has even asked me to draw pictures of him.  (of course my pictures are of stick people).  Today she kissed him and was very happy to see him.  I was very scared she was going to be upset about another baby, but I think she has realized that it is just one more person she will get to boss around.  I am sure when Tanner and Trey get older they are going to do everything she says. She can be quite convincing!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch them all grow up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIER_Sy38jI/AAAAAAAAAO4/py1BS3usr00/s1600-h/P7180864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224476821801136690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIER_Sy38jI/AAAAAAAAAO4/py1BS3usr00/s200/P7180864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7528941027512979147?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7528941027512979147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7528941027512979147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7528941027512979147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7528941027512979147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/tanner-and-treys-first-playdate.html' title='Tanner and Trey&apos;s First Playdate'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SIER-vlKzXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dFRWrtACzkE/s72-c/P7180858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5624761863036227328</id><published>2008-07-16T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:23.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Layla's new talent</title><content type='html'>Lately, Layla has been a real stinker.  She is definetely 2.  The other day I gave her some stickers and I went to clean my bedroom.  (I didn't leave her unattended--daddy was in the room playing playstation -- well I guess it was semi-unattended--&lt;strong&gt;whatever, I was there, but Layla has been practicing her ninja-sneaky skills&lt;/strong&gt;).  All of a sudden I hear laughing from the living room.  (&lt;strong&gt;Well, I called my wife into the living room--laughing histerically b/c Layla was at it again--the victim--our son Tanner.  I turned to see my son and couldn't quit laughing--Layla is just like her mother...goodness, ok, you got me, she's just like her wonderful daddy, but acts like Captain Caveman!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SH4WtQjCnFI/AAAAAAAAANs/motib5naKgE/s1600-h/P7130844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223637584588217426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SH4WtQjCnFI/AAAAAAAAANs/motib5naKgE/s200/P7130844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SH4WscjHrbI/AAAAAAAAANc/TB61k_r-CgU/s1600-h/P7130842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223637570629905842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SH4WscjHrbI/AAAAAAAAANc/TB61k_r-CgU/s200/P7130842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SH4WsyzvUFI/AAAAAAAAANk/eBGeuwylRNs/s1600-h/P7130843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223637576605192274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SH4WsyzvUFI/AAAAAAAAANk/eBGeuwylRNs/s200/P7130843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5624761863036227328?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5624761863036227328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5624761863036227328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5624761863036227328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5624761863036227328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/laylas-new-talent.html' title='Layla&apos;s new talent'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SH4WtQjCnFI/AAAAAAAAANs/motib5naKgE/s72-c/P7130844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-4876086623106781971</id><published>2008-07-13T10:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:24.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Brother got Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that my baby brother got married. I have always loved Naomi since I meet her. She is perfect for Luke. There wedding was beautiful and I was so happy to be a part of it. This is me and Ruthie in the bridesroom about to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512013572057858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXAZwsKwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OEqA_It-NkE/s200/P7120819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Luke look so very handsome in his tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXAu62KII/AAAAAAAAAMk/chBG_FmjCkY/s1600-h/P7120823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512019251800194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXAu62KII/AAAAAAAAAMk/chBG_FmjCkY/s200/P7120823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Luke and Naomi at the reception with Layla. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXA7xrbAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rPvW2flG040/s1600-h/P7120837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512022703008770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXA7xrbAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rPvW2flG040/s200/P7120837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layla was a flower girl in the wedding. I can't begin to tell you how very much that stressed me out. Since she is only 2.5 it is hard to tell if she was going to walk down the aisle or if she was going to scream and cry when she saw all of the people. Layla and I talked and talked all about being a flower girl and that she was going to drop flowers. She practiced at the rehearsal and did great. (A little side note..... many of you might not know that my daughter is a lot OCD). At the rehearsal the first time she was throwing flowers she was spacing them out perfectly and then a lot fell out of her basket so she had to stop pick up the extra and continue on. It was so very funny. With all of the talking and practicing when the time came Jason went to put Layla down on the floor so she could be the flower girl and she had the death grip on his leg. So, Layla and Daddy were flower girls together. Jason held Layla and she dropped flowers. I thought it actually ended up being so very cute. Not to many grown men get to be flower girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525818566793266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHojj9X62DI/AAAAAAAAANU/6AT3qfrySlM/s200/n664161934_733913_1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512033943240098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXBlpjvaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/McN05nxKK40/s200/layla+black+and+white+with+name.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tanner got passed around during the entire reception so he got so tired and decided to sleep the last part. I found him a tuxedo to wear to the wedding and he looked so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXBg6FUlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZQ29Yjaw09U/s1600-h/P7120838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512032670372434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXBg6FUlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZQ29Yjaw09U/s200/P7120838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my parents at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512621298624194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXjxt_psI/AAAAAAAAANE/CrZle1Z0btg/s200/steve+and+teresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of Luke and Naomi leaving the wedding. I stole the picture off my Aunt Monica's blog. Don't they look so incredibly happy. I love you guys! I can't wait till you get back so we can go out again and talk about everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512629274049282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXkPbe-wI/AAAAAAAAANM/m2rzFkCm9s4/s200/bubbles+black+and+white+with+words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-4876086623106781971?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4876086623106781971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=4876086623106781971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4876086623106781971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/4876086623106781971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby-brother-got-married_13.html' title='My Baby Brother got Married'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHoXAZwsKwI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OEqA_It-NkE/s72-c/P7120819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2620850478915458663</id><published>2008-07-09T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:24.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He has arrived</title><content type='html'>My nephew was born yesterday, July 8th at 8:49pm.  He weighted 7lbs and 12.8oz and he was 20.5 inches long.  He is so sweet.  I didn't get to see him for a long time.  Trisha had to have a c-section and they were in recovery for what seemed like forever.  I am going back tonight to the hospital to see him so I will post more pictures as soon as I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUoGWdVSAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/livcZi4ARg8/s1600-h/n857539787_532675_3996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123432578893826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUoGWdVSAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/livcZi4ARg8/s200/n857539787_532675_3996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is a nurse at the hospital where Trey was born so she sent her camera into the O.R. with one of the nurses since we didn't know when we were going to see him.  Here is a picture of everyone crowded around the camera trying to see a glimpse of that sweet baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUn-OVMlCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EaSaEmpKk5E/s1600-h/P7080770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123292958331938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUn-OVMlCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EaSaEmpKk5E/s200/P7080770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Ruthie, Luke and Naomi waiting in the room for Trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUn-Z5oH8I/AAAAAAAAAME/fcL-QJToIDg/s1600-h/P7080772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123296063922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUn-Z5oH8I/AAAAAAAAAME/fcL-QJToIDg/s200/P7080772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here the proud parents are about to make it into the room to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUn-yb3TkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WEkoLNtOtP8/s1600-h/P7080776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123302649974338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUn-yb3TkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WEkoLNtOtP8/s200/P7080776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484099888211296241-2620850478915458663?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2620850478915458663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=2620850478915458663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2620850478915458663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/2620850478915458663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-has-arrived.html' title='He has arrived'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SHUoGWdVSAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/livcZi4ARg8/s72-c/n857539787_532675_3996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-2029859336094808684</id><published>2008-07-05T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:25.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Parade</title><content type='html'>The fourth of July is my favorite holiday. We always attend the parade on the square in Marietta. I must say I am a sucker for a parade. It doesn't matter what kind it is I will watch it. After the parade we always go to my parents house and cookout and swim and then we head to the fireworks in Powder Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92hpcBGbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dWF4YMow57U/s1600-h/P7040695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219520813576821170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92hpcBGbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dWF4YMow57U/s320/P7040695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layla didn't want a whole lot to do with holding Tanner so I had to take a picture fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92h_fRdAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GaHhsxJX80A/s1600-h/P7040696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219520819496055810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92h_fRdAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GaHhsxJX80A/s320/P7040696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92icJJZbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aJrFcsLv_Cw/s1600-h/P7040707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219520827187881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92icJJZbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aJrFcsLv_Cw/s320/P7040707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layla loved waving the flags. She kept getting everyones, waving them, then giving them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92iuyd-zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tyyQVWAFn58/s1600-h/P7040720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219520832193035058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92iuyd-zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tyyQVWAFn58/s320/P7040720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92i7NpTrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/k1OlhPkgw2Q/s1600-h/P7040704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219520835528249010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG92i7NpTrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/k1OlhPkgw2Q/s320/P7040704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is a video of Layla and Ruthie when some cloggers went by playing country music. The beginning of the video is really shaky because I could not quit laughing. Layla has some wonderful dancing skills. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_wu0wfpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KUMhKbXpIuI/s320/P7040736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Tanner waiting for the fireworks.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_WcytLsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9wCNlesqvlk/s1600-h/P7040723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219530516808412866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_WcytLsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9wCNlesqvlk/s320/P7040723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_WnbqEjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3vKoV_PpLI4/s1600-h/P7040724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219530519664529970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_WnbqEjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3vKoV_PpLI4/s320/P7040724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought Layla some cotton candy and she loved it, but then again what little kids does not like cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_W3lNTYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Kl41IcuVbs/s1600-h/P7040726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219530523999554946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_W3lNTYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Kl41IcuVbs/s320/P7040726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Tanner's friend Hadden there and they checked each other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_XHStAaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mYl22TeojMI/s1600-h/P7040740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219530528216908194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_XHStAaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mYl22TeojMI/s320/P7040740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layla LOVED the fireworks. This is a picture of her watching them. I can't even begin to describe how very much I love watching Layla discover new things and experience them. I didn't even watch the fireworks. I watched her watch the fireworks. She said "wow" and "more" so many times. She told me what color they were. When the fireworks were over she said"bye bye firework". When she went to bed last night she asked me if we could do fireworks again. First, thing this morning she asked the same thing. We had such a wonderful day spending it together. Layla is going to have to wait awhile until she gets to see them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-1614567143506418979?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1614567143506418979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=1614567143506418979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1614567143506418979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1614567143506418979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-fireworks.html' title='4th of July Fireworks'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SG9_wu0wfpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KUMhKbXpIuI/s72-c/P7040736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6834680755827181173</id><published>2008-07-02T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:28.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner Paul turns 4 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGvDTBrnipI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JcAL61dsp48/s1600-h/151[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218479324875164306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGvDTBrnipI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JcAL61dsp48/s320/151%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we took Tanner to the doctor for his 4 month checkup.  He weighs 15.4 pounds.  At his 2 month appt. he weighed 11.5.  He is 26 inches long.  The doctor said his weight and lenght are in 70% range, however his head is larger (disporportionate to his body) At 84%.  He smiled at the doctor through his whole appointment until shot time came.  He does have reflux and the doctor didn't want to put him on medicine because it doesnt seem to bother him to terribly much.  We just have to watch his breathing (he is a VERY NOISY breather).  If he starts wheezing we will have to put him on medicine for his reflux.  Other than that we are truly blessed with healthy baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-6834680755827181173?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6834680755827181173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6834680755827181173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6834680755827181173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6834680755827181173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/tanner-paul-turns-4-months.html' title='Tanner Paul turns 4 months!'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGvDTBrnipI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JcAL61dsp48/s72-c/151%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-3202673143931658153</id><published>2008-06-28T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:29.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly's Wedding</title><content type='html'>The last of my high school friends got married this weekend. We had a wonderful time catching up with friends. Layla entertained us with her wonderful dancing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblDFv46xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-damBX_JoqA/s1600-h/P6280647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109059600706322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblDFv46xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-damBX_JoqA/s320/P6280647.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly married Jason Evans. She was such a beautiful bride. We were all so very happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblDu2jBmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sm_bHAVg9zU/s1600-h/P6280650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109070634485346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblDu2jBmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sm_bHAVg9zU/s320/P6280650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is me and Tanner. I think it is one of the only pictures I have of the 2 of us. (I am not to fond one having my picture made now a days because I have yet to lose my baby weight.) He was so good he just watched everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblD8nDH3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/FVXV2pkdUVI/s1600-h/P6280660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109074327576434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblD8nDH3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/FVXV2pkdUVI/s320/P6280660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblEI2nzqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0cCg8Wi5TRo/s1600-h/P6280662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109077614120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblEI2nzqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0cCg8Wi5TRo/s320/P6280662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the night was seeing and talking to my friends. I love each and everyone of them so very much. When we get together we always have to best time and it feels like we have never been apart. I love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblEUXavwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mVXPpolwDfk/s1600-h/P6280646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109080704466690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblEUXavwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mVXPpolwDfk/s320/P6280646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484099888211296241-3202673143931658153?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3202673143931658153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=3202673143931658153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3202673143931658153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/3202673143931658153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/kellys-wedding.html' title='Kelly&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGblDFv46xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-damBX_JoqA/s72-c/P6280647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-440068181634290125</id><published>2008-06-27T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:30.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner's Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVup8FfnjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GJJzsQ4a99M/s1600-h/P6270603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697410161450546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVup8FfnjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GJJzsQ4a99M/s320/P6270603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was thinking that since Tanner was almost 4 months old I need to finish decorating his room.  Here are some pictures of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVuqqvcTTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3buLwUJIqUs/s1600-h/P6270604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697422685424946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVuqqvcTTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3buLwUJIqUs/s320/P6270604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVussQ7H4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/f_VpjM5uXNA/s1600-h/P6270605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697457454030722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVussQ7H4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/f_VpjM5uXNA/s320/P6270605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVutIknsbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_ul27LLfZig/s1600-h/P6270606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697465052836274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVutIknsbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_ul27LLfZig/s320/P6270606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVutV59LWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/naw6dM4xvDU/s1600-h/P6270608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697468631985506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVutV59LWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/naw6dM4xvDU/s320/P6270608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad and brothers recently went to Cooperstown to the baseball hall of fame and they brought Tanner a bat back with his name on it.  Jason really doesnt like the fact that I hung it on the wall with ribbon, but I like it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-440068181634290125?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/440068181634290125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=440068181634290125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/440068181634290125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/440068181634290125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/tanners-nursery.html' title='Tanner&apos;s Nursery'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGVup8FfnjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GJJzsQ4a99M/s72-c/P6270603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-6676437255290604702</id><published>2008-06-26T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:13:55.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Layla singing to Tanner</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f1a79908933b762" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f1a79908933b762%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A99E3A06BB52BE2E86A671AAF2D9D8B0BC0463.3838FE59D7FCADCB5528DE5BD9FC17C067B0AD1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f1a79908933b762%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfUjrWU9TjzhHF3iiyFPhXLztMl8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f1a79908933b762%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331749587%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A99E3A06BB52BE2E86A671AAF2D9D8B0BC0463.3838FE59D7FCADCB5528DE5BD9FC17C067B0AD1B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f1a79908933b762%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfUjrWU9TjzhHF3iiyFPhXLztMl8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is a video of Layla singing Tanner her ABC's as you can tell she is not very gentle with him yet and she hates when he spits up.  She says it is "yuckers".  I think she got that work from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-6676437255290604702?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6f1a79908933b762&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6676437255290604702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=6676437255290604702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6676437255290604702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/6676437255290604702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/layla-singing-to-tanner.html' title='Layla singing to Tanner'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-983202347808029950</id><published>2008-06-25T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:31.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUw8hoKCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ni21PCb7RMk/s1600-h/P6130550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824518306080802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUw8hoKCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ni21PCb7RMk/s320/P6130550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUxq9cbfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XmC3bS62MUk/s1600-h/P6180566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824530770783730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUxq9cbfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XmC3bS62MUk/s320/P6180566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it has been a while since I have updated my blog and I can't use the excuse that I have been busy because I really haven't been to busy. As you can see from the pictures we have just pretty much been going to the pool and hanging out around the house. Summer is sooooo rough around our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUyGmNdbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W70sjJkcYgI/s1600-h/P6180568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824538189526450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUyGmNdbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W70sjJkcYgI/s320/P6180568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUyXZihKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7gbAo-uP1XM/s1600-h/P6180569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824542699783330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUyXZihKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7gbAo-uP1XM/s320/P6180569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUyswJHLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BnRw1bUeUOc/s1600-h/P6200580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824548431731890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUyswJHLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BnRw1bUeUOc/s320/P6200580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484099888211296241-983202347808029950?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/983202347808029950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=983202347808029950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/983202347808029950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/983202347808029950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-it-has-been-while-since-i-have.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJUw8hoKCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ni21PCb7RMk/s72-c/P6130550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7599795142444042456</id><published>2008-06-25T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:31.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner's First Rice Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started feeding Tanner rice cereal this week and needless to say he loved it.  He is gaining weight so fast and I can't wait to take him to the doctor for his 4 month checkup and see how very much he weights.  He loves to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215814017895049458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLNvcjKPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FESWeMU_O34/s320/P6150556.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLN0upkFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Hkc2snmTkQ/s1600-h/P6150562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215814019313143890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLN0upkFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Hkc2snmTkQ/s320/P6150562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLOEYcUnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WId4_9ry9Go/s1600-h/P6150559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215814023514968690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLOEYcUnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WId4_9ry9Go/s320/P6150559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLOy_UNkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v94pbeX0_LA/s1600-h/P6150563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215814036026046018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLOy_UNkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v94pbeX0_LA/s320/P6150563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484099888211296241-7599795142444042456?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7599795142444042456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7599795142444042456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7599795142444042456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7599795142444042456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/tanners-first-rice-cereal.html' title='Tanner&apos;s First Rice Cereal'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SGJLNvcjKPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FESWeMU_O34/s72-c/P6150556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7677324271630733706</id><published>2008-06-13T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:32.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park</title><content type='html'>We decided to take Layla and Tanner to the park this week.....even though it was sooooo hot outside.  We went to Laurel Park because it has a small pond full of ducks that Layla could feed.  She had a lot of fun feeding the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376440371572818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKHQu8v8FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gcT2XWUh96c/s320/P6110529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375062092934002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKGAgdg63I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NJYo16-WhoQ/s320/P6110527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After we feed the ducks we walked over to the playground to swing and slide which are two of Layla's favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375066699311874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKGAxnwqwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q8hVc9D5GwU/s320/P6110536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKGBUssjkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MuqUcgw-ihs/s1600-h/P6110531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211375076115254850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKGBUssjkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MuqUcgw-ihs/s320/P6110531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376452441555122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKHRb6dQLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dgymwRb1upo/s320/P6110534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7677324271630733706?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7677324271630733706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7677324271630733706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7677324271630733706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7677324271630733706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/park.html' title='The Park'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKHQu8v8FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gcT2XWUh96c/s72-c/P6110529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7399116464699467657</id><published>2008-06-13T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:33.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKCOjPndtI/AAAAAAAAADw/rcgkV7sDnBk/s1600-h/P6130543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370905311606482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKCOjPndtI/AAAAAAAAADw/rcgkV7sDnBk/s320/P6130543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKCPN8kR3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Jf6Bla39y_Q/s1600-h/P6130544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370916774430578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKCPN8kR3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Jf6Bla39y_Q/s320/P6130544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKCPafvB6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/emw0oGFzzv4/s1600-h/P5290517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370920143161250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKCPafvB6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/emw0oGFzzv4/s320/P5290517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite part about watching my children grow is seeing their personalities start to blossom. I loved watching Layla go from a baby to a toddler and I am enjoying watching Tanner too. I have to say his personality is very different from his sisters. Layla was always so quiet, she didn't want to be held and she wanted to be down on the floor. Tanner LOVES to cuddle and he is so active. He started rolling over at 9 weeks and I am praying that is not foreshadowing things to come, but my favorite part of him is his smile. That boy smiles constantly. I have never seen such a smily baby. All you have to do is smile and talk to him and he tries to talk back to you. He takes breaks while eating to smile. I do hope he continues his sweet little spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7399116464699467657?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7399116464699467657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7399116464699467657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7399116464699467657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7399116464699467657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/tanner-paul.html' title='Tanner Paul'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SFKCOjPndtI/AAAAAAAAADw/rcgkV7sDnBk/s72-c/P6130543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-8412291216823518247</id><published>2008-05-28T17:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:34.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial day and My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UapMXbBI/AAAAAAAAACw/r2BbxcYhwdE/s1600-h/P5240484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205550298509569042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UapMXbBI/AAAAAAAAACw/r2BbxcYhwdE/s320/P5240484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UbJMXbCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GVTXmFPOc84/s1600-h/P5240486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205550307099503650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UbJMXbCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GVTXmFPOc84/s320/P5240486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UbZMXbDI/AAAAAAAAADA/-mmAPF_4OCc/s1600-h/P5260491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205550311394470962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UbZMXbDI/AAAAAAAAADA/-mmAPF_4OCc/s320/P5260491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UbpMXbEI/AAAAAAAAADI/k-IHdkkQUbE/s1600-h/P5260493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205550315689438274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UbpMXbEI/AAAAAAAAADI/k-IHdkkQUbE/s320/P5260493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3Ub5MXbFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Av2p3t1S29w/s1600-h/P5260495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205550319984405586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3Ub5MXbFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Av2p3t1S29w/s320/P5260495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was Monday, but Jason took me out on Saturday night to celebrate. He took me to the melting pot and while we were there he had flowers delivered to the table. The food was wonderful and the flowers where beautiful. On Monday we celebrated with my family at a cookout. My parents built a pool 2 years ago and we have enjoyed it so very much. I love watching Layla around the pool. Notice I said around the pool. Layla loves to throw things in the pool and to dress up for the occasion. As you can see loved the goggles. She does like swimming to much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-8412291216823518247?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8412291216823518247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=8412291216823518247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8412291216823518247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/8412291216823518247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-and-my-birthday.html' title='Memorial day and My birthday'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SD3UapMXbBI/AAAAAAAAACw/r2BbxcYhwdE/s72-c/P5240484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7552986269989166634</id><published>2008-05-20T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:35.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Layla's last dance class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTk-m9ohI/AAAAAAAAACI/VBM224bMMo4/s1600-h/ballet3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202593889289871890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTk-m9ohI/AAAAAAAAACI/VBM224bMMo4/s320/ballet3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTlem9oiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ggx-CsQkynQ/s1600-h/smallerballet11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202593897879806498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTlem9oiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ggx-CsQkynQ/s320/smallerballet11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTl-m9ojI/AAAAAAAAACY/5GX8usbgs8g/s1600-h/smallerballet16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202593906469741106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTl-m9ojI/AAAAAAAAACY/5GX8usbgs8g/s320/smallerballet16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTmOm9okI/AAAAAAAAACg/0qZ5TM9wWss/s1600-h/smallerballet26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202593910764708418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTmOm9okI/AAAAAAAAACg/0qZ5TM9wWss/s320/smallerballet26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTmem9olI/AAAAAAAAACo/6NKQ41m20YE/s1600-h/smallerballet41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202593915059675730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTmem9olI/AAAAAAAAACo/6NKQ41m20YE/s320/smallerballet41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, I got to go to Layla's last dance class. She has been going to a mommy and me ballet class since January. Since I work my mom has been taking her. I was lucky this year since I had Tanner I got to take her while I was on maternity leave. In their last class the kids can change costumes and the parents are allowed to bring cameras and video cameras. I enjoyed watching Layla dance so much. I am amazed by how serious she takes her dance class. She does not smile muchl and she concentrates very hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7552986269989166634?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7552986269989166634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7552986269989166634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7552986269989166634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7552986269989166634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/laylas-last-dance-class.html' title='Layla&apos;s last dance class'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDNTk-m9ohI/AAAAAAAAACI/VBM224bMMo4/s72-c/ballet3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-5565602559728862881</id><published>2008-05-19T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:35.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDFjMOm9oeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FDA_H52f2So/s1600-h/P5170373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202048106320732642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDFjMOm9oeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FDA_H52f2So/s320/P5170373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDFjMem9ofI/AAAAAAAAABY/N_Oy25Z18yY/s1600-h/P5170380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202048110615699954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDFjMem9ofI/AAAAAAAAABY/N_Oy25Z18yY/s320/P5170380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDFjMum9ogI/AAAAAAAAABg/7f7UNoysYCQ/s1600-h/P5170382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202048114910667266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDFjMum9ogI/AAAAAAAAABg/7f7UNoysYCQ/s320/P5170382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week my sister called me and asked me if I would let Layla be on a billboard for The Georgia Dance Conservatory. This is where Layla takes dance and where my sister works. Of course I said yes. When Saturday rolled around I put Layla is bed early to get a nap and I left to go to Target. When I returned home Layla was still not asleep and it was time to start getting ready to leave. We got to the photo shoot and Layla looked so adorable in her ballerina outfit. She was so well behaved until it was time to place her and take her picture. That was when she decided she wanted nothing to do with these people and she would rather watch the train go by. She refused to get her picture taken, but I did get some pictures myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-5565602559728862881?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5565602559728862881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=5565602559728862881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5565602559728862881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/5565602559728862881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/ballerinas.html' title='Ballerinas'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SDFjMOm9oeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FDA_H52f2So/s72-c/P5170373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7414496514524340141</id><published>2008-05-16T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:36.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SC4I5um9ocI/AAAAAAAAABA/ATlhOjCAkwY/s1600-h/P5110339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201104407516520898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SC4I5um9ocI/AAAAAAAAABA/ATlhOjCAkwY/s320/P5110339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SC4I5-m9odI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z8DwBpZwYIU/s1600-h/P5110336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201104411811488210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SC4I5-m9odI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z8DwBpZwYIU/s320/P5110336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SC4ILum9obI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OSFtzzysfr0/s1600-h/P5100310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201103617242538418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SC4ILum9obI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OSFtzzysfr0/s320/P5100310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layla has been sick with a stomach virus this past week. It has been so gross. It is so much harder when they are little with a stomach virus because you cannot get them to throw up in the toilet. I spent my whole week washing clothes, sheets, and towels. Luckily, layla is back to her normal bossy self. I worked really hard while she was sick to keep her away from the baby which was very hard, but it looks like it has paid off because Tanner has not got sick yet. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night when Layla was sick I decided to paint my toe nails. Layla was fasinated by what I was doing and I decided to try and paint hers. She sat so very still and allowed me to paint them. She also set long enough for them to dry. Which is a miracle. Afterwards, she was so proud of her toes. She keep tell me "Wow mommy, my toes are pretty". She also had to show her toes off to everyone else. Here is a picture of our toes and some from this past Mother's Day at my parent's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7414496514524340141?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7414496514524340141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7414496514524340141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7414496514524340141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7414496514524340141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-past-week.html' title='This past week'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SC4I5um9ocI/AAAAAAAAABA/ATlhOjCAkwY/s72-c/P5110339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-1035841222096170543</id><published>2008-05-07T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner's 2 month checkup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SCJe7LZB04I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wPXu0zOpox4/s1600-h/P5060307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197821290702033794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SCJe7LZB04I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wPXu0zOpox4/s320/P5060307.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I took Tanner to the doctor for his 2 month checkup. It is always an adventure when you have to take a 2 year old along with you during there naptime. Layla tried very hard to behave. Here is a picture of her waiting for the doctor to come in and check out Tanner. Tanner had to get shots and of course I tried very hard not to cry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He weighed 11 lbs and 5 oz.  He was in the 50 percentile for both height and weight which is very different from his sister because she was always in the 100 %.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-1035841222096170543?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1035841222096170543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=1035841222096170543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1035841222096170543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/1035841222096170543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/tanners-2-month-checkup.html' title='Tanner&apos;s 2 month checkup.'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/SCJe7LZB04I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wPXu0zOpox4/s72-c/P5060307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484099888211296241.post-7020659665579816815</id><published>2008-04-09T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:26:19.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to write a blog for quite sometime, but I have been unsure of whether or not I would have enough to write about.  Layla is now talking and her personality is coming out so much that maybe I can just write about the things she says to me.  Tanner right now doesn't do too much other than eat, sleep, and poop.  However, he loves to be held so I am having a hard time putting him down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484099888211296241-7020659665579816815?l=livingwithlayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7020659665579816815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484099888211296241&amp;postID=7020659665579816815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7020659665579816815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484099888211296241/posts/default/7020659665579816815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithlayla.blogspot.com/2008/04/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08218864834384841421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__i8Z0hWC1mk/R_0m6vOT95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FkQsnM7Hc0I/S220/l_773cbab16bc87ae453ccb3f6f25219ee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
