<?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-5021249598090031675</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:03:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburban Housewife... Not so Much</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-365990007194396813</id><published>2009-10-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:39:45.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE Giveaway...</title><content type='html'>Go to  Little Creations Blog and leave a comment under your favorite board, a winner will be chosen randomly on Monday, 26 October. If you have something you want made (no larger than a medium board ~3 clothespins and 2 colors~) after the winner is chosen I will contact you via email or phone to get the details. FREE shipping if you are out of the Metro area. ($35 offer +shipping)EXCLUDES BOARDS WITH WOODEN EMBELLISHMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to add Little Creations on Facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-365990007194396813?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/365990007194396813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=365990007194396813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/365990007194396813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/365990007194396813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-giveaway.html' title='FREE Giveaway...'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-1018458877026720913</id><published>2009-10-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:49:42.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Konner Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's here and we have been home now for 3 weeks and I couldn't ask for more with all of my boys/men in my house. I am out numbered in the Little household by 3 guys (4 if you count Koda, the dog) and NO we will not be trying for a girl. God knew exactly what he was doing by blessing me with 2 boys because he knows I would be pulling my hair out with a girl, then again my luck if we did keep trying is that I would get those 5 boys my mom ALWAYS prayed over me when I got on her nerves (haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Konner came a day earlier than expected from the last post and was born on Sept 9, 2009. That's right 09-09-09 and was ALMOST 9 pounds, weighing in at 8lbs 13oz and 21in long he came out a toddler ready to play some football. He is a great baby, having slept through the night the past 2 nights he has spoiled me already, definitely keeping my fingers crossed that he ends up loving to sleep like I do. He definitely has my eating habits down pat, after our first doctor's appointment last week he already weighed 9lbs 4oz, like I said, he is my "chunky monkey". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without further delay, I know you guys are just looking for the pictures, so here goes. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388208066611633554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SsbCsEpH3ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8kNqbwBHBnE/s320/DSC04214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388208075242533330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SsbCsky48dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZFX1OsT8_VI/s320/DSC04218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big brother not so sure what to think yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388208085677935762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SsbCtLq4jJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wcGeYyJlveI/s320/DSC04224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warming up to little brother on day 2. This was right after Hayden said, "does he talk?"&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_5388208094559431298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SsbCtswZaoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/KT41vdX_Ho8/s320/DSC04287.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 3, going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388208100638847394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SsbCuDZ18aI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NkX2XC65t8c/s320/DSC04304.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-1018458877026720913?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/1018458877026720913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=1018458877026720913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/1018458877026720913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/1018458877026720913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/10/konner-little.html' title='Konner Little'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SsbCsEpH3ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8kNqbwBHBnE/s72-c/DSC04214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2030227424103746200</id><published>2009-09-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:11:46.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy Little #2</title><content type='html'>It's official, Baby Boy Little #2 (no official name yet) will be here Sept 10, that's this Thursday people! I go for my last sonogram this Tuesday for Doc to measure and try and figure out how big this baby boy is going to be. I can tell you right now, he's going to be larger than Hayden was and he was 7lbs 9oz and that was 2 weeks early. Can't wait to see how much larger this Little boy is going to be. I'll keep everyone updated as we progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2030227424103746200?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2030227424103746200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2030227424103746200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2030227424103746200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2030227424103746200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-boy-little-2.html' title='Baby Boy Little #2'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4602722269353265415</id><published>2009-08-03T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:09:07.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time yet?</title><content type='html'>It's not even close to time! I haven't been on my personal blog in a while because I've trying to get my business blog up and going so I've not been able to keep up with my weeks on pregnancy. I have been thinking this whole time that I'm 36 weeks only to have my bubble burst to find out I'm only 34 weeks (I need to update the ticker and get it on the new due date). Doc said she would take baby Sept. 9 if he wasn't here before and as of right now I'm hoping he's here before. It would be really neat to have him share a bday with his great, great aunt Lucy and his Uncle Brad, but I'm tired of not sleeping, heart burn, back pains, joint pains, being tired all of the time, and just being pregnant in general. I went into Target the other day and saw some really cute clothes that I really wanted to buy, but then I remembered "Oh yeah, my pregnant self can't fit into those cute clothes right now". And if my doctor tells me tomorrow that he's measuring larger than normal for this part of my pregnancy, I think I might just have to tell her a few things if she's not going to induce labor right then. :o) Needless to say, unless by the grace of God He decides that I need to have another child, there will be no more babies for this part of the Little family!!! I always wanted a large family, but I'll be stopping at 2, I think that's large enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4602722269353265415?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4602722269353265415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4602722269353265415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4602722269353265415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4602722269353265415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-time-yet.html' title='Is it time yet?'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6300633087055386449</id><published>2009-07-11T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:38:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Blog</title><content type='html'>Check out my new "business blog" at &lt;a href="http://blittlecreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blittlecreations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-6300633087055386449?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6300633087055386449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6300633087055386449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6300633087055386449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6300633087055386449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/07/business-blog.html' title='Business Blog'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4555523083487309445</id><published>2009-06-23T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:38:33.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distressed Frames Project</title><content type='html'>For a couple of years I've looked at the distressed picture frames at the Canton Flea Market and a few other places and have never wanted to spend the money they ask for them so I went ahead and tried to make my own. Here are a couple of the ones I've done for my mom for her desk at work, I think they turned out pretty good if I do say so myself. Let me know what you think, I'm thinking of making several more. I have all of the materials to do this and was going to start today, but it is just entirely to hot outside to do anything after 7am and I'm not getting up before then to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkEtY9sas-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/_GFYIYYPAbU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350607739193832418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkEtY9sas-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/_GFYIYYPAbU/s200/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkEtYSwJZlI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WoSkWKcKsu0/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350607727666751058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkEtYSwJZlI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WoSkWKcKsu0/s200/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, these are not picture FRAMES exactly, but the pictures are held up by small clothes pins attached to the board, I felt like I needed to add my own personal touch to them. The "family" board doesn't have anything on it yet, but I'll get to that later. Maybe after my air gets fixed I'll go outside (I have to have a cool place to come back into) and work on some more and post pictures later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am thinking about selling these after I get some more made, these will probably sale for around $30 so if anyone is interested email me or leave a comment. I'm always open for more ideas also, so let me hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkWOaZ3f32I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZYEwyWkqQkk/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkWOatyrQoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/6f09QWVSAHI/s1600-h/DSC03757.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkWOazRyBQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/l3a4QlI4878/s1600-h/DSC03761.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkWObZPMGeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KwDob6cGM2w/s1600-h/DSC03763.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkWObnx49UI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CZx21quN11Q/s1600-h/DSC03770.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4555523083487309445?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4555523083487309445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4555523083487309445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4555523083487309445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4555523083487309445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/06/recent-projects.html' title='Distressed Frames Project'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SkEtY9sas-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/_GFYIYYPAbU/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-5767454068109441740</id><published>2009-06-02T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:55:38.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling baby brother...</title><content type='html'>After Hayden woke up this morning he we did our usual, which is to sit in the recliner, rock for a few minutes and watch cartoons. As we are rocking this morning baby brother is dancing in the belly so I asked Hayden if he wanted to feel his baby brother kick. He put his hand on my stomach and his little face just lit up when he felt him kick his hand, so he put his head on my stomach, and thought it was the funniest thing for his baby brother to kick him in the head. After that game, he decided that he wanted to see my belly button (he always like to poke people in the belly buttons for some strange reason), so he poked me in the belly button and I told him that he was going to poke his brother in the head if he didn't stop. At that moment he put his head down like he was looking in my belly and said, "I see baby, mama". Oh, out of the mouth of babes is all I could think. He is to funny, and I think now it's starting to become reality that he is about to be a big brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-5767454068109441740?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/5767454068109441740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=5767454068109441740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/5767454068109441740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/5767454068109441740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-baby-brother.html' title='Feeling baby brother...'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4018548547200660950</id><published>2009-06-02T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:49:25.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To cry or not to cry...</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether I should cry or rejoice for my little man growing up like he is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, I took him to the Reservoir this past Friday and he had a blast. At first he didn't even want to get in the water, but after a few minutes of sitting on the edge of water we walked in, after a few minutes of holding my hand he wanted to walk around in the water by himself. For a while he refused to hold my hand even though I told him that not all parts were as shallow as where he was first standing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP9FW5w7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Kh5W7lxeNp4/s1600-h/DSC03706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342834812517991346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP9FW5w7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Kh5W7lxeNp4/s200/DSC03706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP8feC4TI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rpLqjRrGDbE/s1600-h/DSC03702edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342834802347401522" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP8feC4TI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rpLqjRrGDbE/s200/DSC03702edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP8j_vp-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/bYP252igv5c/s1600-h/DSC03700edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342834803562489826" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP8j_vp-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/bYP252igv5c/s200/DSC03700edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP89HkigI/AAAAAAAAAX0/62kkLNbPiPk/s1600-h/DSC03712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342834810306202114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP89HkigI/AAAAAAAAAX0/62kkLNbPiPk/s200/DSC03712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, Jeff took him on his first real 4-wheeler ride to Copiah Creek. No we don't have pictures because I didn't go, but I did get play by plays a lot of the time. The first call Jeff told me that they had ridden for a while and then it was time to eat lunch, but Hayden refused to eat a thing because he was to busy playing in the creek. Then after Jeff and our friends ate they went off to ride some more, but like his mama and daddy, that little dude is a fish out of water. Jeff said he preferred acting like a fish in the creek over 4-wheeling, but of course LOVED that also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is now potty trained (for the most part) he still wears the pull-ups when he sleeps because I'm not very brave yet, but will still wake up on occassions to go to the bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was when I knew I wasn't needed, or wanted for that matter, when he was going #2 and I went to check on him (normally he wants me in there with him) and he said, "get out mama". Many tears wanted to form at that moment, but I held back realizing my little baby is not a baby anymore. Not to mention the fact that he is now taking showers instead of baths and loves those also, not afraid at all! &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/5021249598090031675-4018548547200660950?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4018548547200660950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4018548547200660950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4018548547200660950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4018548547200660950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-cry-or-not-to-cry.html' title='To cry or not to cry...'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SiWP9FW5w7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Kh5W7lxeNp4/s72-c/DSC03706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-135896371411989940</id><published>2009-04-24T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:52:18.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a...</title><content type='html'>BOY!!! We are having another precious, beautiful, wonderful, awesome, handsome, little boy and I'm so excited. I love my mama's boy right now and I know that he is going to be a great helper with his little brother, so I can only imagine two of them running wild around the house. When we found out Jeff of course was elated as expected. He and I had a little bet going on before we went into the office for the Sono, he was saying we were going to have a boy and I was saying a girl. EVERYTHING has been so different and totally oposite than it was with Hayden so I just knew it was going to be a girl. To my surprise, I lost the bet, good thing we didn't shake on that deal. God knows what I can handle and it sure 'nough wasn't a girl, I don't think I would've handled the drama very well, as well as other things that come along with little girls. The doc said everything looked great with him and it is looking like he will turn out a lot like Hayden. Early, and still big... I can't wait for him to be here and to have my 3 men in my house! Now I get to go shopping!!!!!!!!!! Yippy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-135896371411989940?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/135896371411989940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=135896371411989940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/135896371411989940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/135896371411989940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/04/its.html' title='It&apos;s a...'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2489574851769731696</id><published>2009-04-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:59:26.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&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;Easter Sunday we did the usual, nothing out the the ordinary, went to church and then went to Mamaw's house for lunch and egg hunting. Lots of fun, Jeff wasn't with us again this year since he was in Germany picking up casualties from Afghanistan, last year he was in Afghanistan (maybe next year). I don't have much to post on this topic but I do have some cute pics. Barry (my step-dad) went a little crazy with my camera so there are random photos of Hayden and I not looking at the camera, but some turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQAHvvlaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wnUhbnU_xbM/s1600-h/DSC03489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326227841072731554" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQAHvvlaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wnUhbnU_xbM/s200/DSC03489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQAfAFSsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Hkc-MUqGH8o/s1600-h/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326227847315278530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQAfAFSsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Hkc-MUqGH8o/s200/DSC03490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQA0uxo-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/YzZjyNgOPSw/s1600-h/DSC03492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326227853148267490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQA0uxo-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/YzZjyNgOPSw/s200/DSC03492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQBOJRWRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gi5V8jJoeVI/s1600-h/DSC03495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326227859970283794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQBOJRWRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gi5V8jJoeVI/s200/DSC03495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQBWTtVuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/M-psMKF-URA/s1600-h/DSC03496.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQ7kQ4y0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/6fMKUrXH6-Y/s1600-h/DSC03498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326228862340221762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQ7kQ4y0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/6fMKUrXH6-Y/s200/DSC03498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqSNf0mUYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ppGegQTCcp8/s1600-h/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326230269897101698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqSNf0mUYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ppGegQTCcp8/s200/DSC03553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQ71q1gKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-qBjI2VWk7U/s1600-h/DSC03499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326228867012460706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQ71q1gKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-qBjI2VWk7U/s200/DSC03499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqSNhOrLGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/UIMMFNCcz50/s1600-h/DSC03554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326230270274907234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqSNhOrLGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/UIMMFNCcz50/s200/DSC03554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQ8W41BEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KvTs85jKrmE/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326228875929519170" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqSND6Ud-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/4_TDJ7_PNsE/s200/DSC03551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQ8sbIpAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xBCthmAjCTA/s1600-h/DSC03517.JPG"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2489574851769731696?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2489574851769731696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2489574851769731696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2489574851769731696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2489574851769731696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SeqQAHvvlaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wnUhbnU_xbM/s72-c/DSC03489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-7785794727223571706</id><published>2009-04-18T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:38:52.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaah...</title><content type='html'>Seriously! I'm about to go crazy, my doctor appointment isn't until Thursday (AFTERNOON) and this is the appointment where we will find out if we are going to be having a little girl or another tough, yet sweet and loveable, boy! I'm excited, but it really is taking a really long time to get to this point. It didn't seem like it took this long when I was pregnant with Hayden, but I guess in a way it didn't. We found out with Hayden when I was 16 weeks and I'm almost into my 19th week with this one, the suspence is killing Jeff and I both. Anyway, just had to get that off my chest, so I'll let you guys know the scoop after Thursday, I'm sure I'll be shopping not long after. Well, if we are having a girl that is, since we already have everything from when Hayden was little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-7785794727223571706?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/7785794727223571706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=7785794727223571706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7785794727223571706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7785794727223571706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaaah.html' title='Aaaah...'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6661831756729623918</id><published>2009-04-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:55:45.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Pies, and Mud Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After it rained here yesterday Hayden wanted to go outside to play. Normally after it rains I don't let him go out to our backyard because not all of the grass has grown back yet and I don't want him to get into the water and mud. So I went out and checked everything out before letting him out back and decided it was alright for him to play as long as he stayed out of the 1 or 2 water puddles that were in the yard (closer to our porch). I let him out back and explained that he needed to stay out of the water and he said, "yes mam" making me think that he understood what I was saying. Well, I go inside for a few minutes to check on some clothes and come back out to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMRD7nzbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xPK3z-I-tVg/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523865781685682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMRD7nzbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xPK3z-I-tVg/s200/DSC03479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMR1JtAKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XCUau0NXXf8/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523878994084002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMR1JtAKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XCUau0NXXf8/s200/DSC03480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMSVGfCgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4-alpLyH8ks/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523887570520578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMSVGfCgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4-alpLyH8ks/s200/DSC03482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMScUMdKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cJtKTWq9pKk/s1600-h/DSC03487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523889507071138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMScUMdKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cJtKTWq9pKk/s200/DSC03487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMS9NxjkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8FKUV3Aat50/s1600-h/DSC03485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523898338512450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMS9NxjkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8FKUV3Aat50/s200/DSC03485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he stayed out of the water puddles I didn't think to tell him to stay out of the mud also. I couldn't do anything about his filth after that nor could I get mad at him for not obeying me because he never once got in the water puddles. Oh well, he had a good time running and sliding in the mud and making tracks for his 4-wheelers and tractors to drive through. Boys will be boys!&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/5021249598090031675-6661831756729623918?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6661831756729623918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6661831756729623918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6661831756729623918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6661831756729623918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/04/mud-pies-and-mud-slides.html' title='Mud Pies, and Mud Slides'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdZMRD7nzbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xPK3z-I-tVg/s72-c/DSC03479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-9219850855346618833</id><published>2009-04-01T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:27:25.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenia Johnson Photography UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As all of you know, Hayden won a photo contest and had a photo shoot with the photographer! Well, we finally have pictures here are a few, I hope you guy like them. Jenia also gave me her new business cards and reference cards with Hayden's face on them, he is her new cover model!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCtrLWJXI/AAAAAAAAATk/rZGTh-sGiWg/s1600-h/Hey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161518515791218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCtrLWJXI/AAAAAAAAATk/rZGTh-sGiWg/s200/Hey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCt-kGPeI/AAAAAAAAATs/pCr6epbaJes/s1600-h/img001edited.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161523719880162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCt-kGPeI/AAAAAAAAATs/pCr6epbaJes/s200/img001edited.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCuWxc7sI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rPwh1bQZltk/s1600-h/img002edited.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161530218344130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCuWxc7sI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rPwh1bQZltk/s200/img002edited.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCuT2bfkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CuJinSrHUOQ/s1600-h/img003edited.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161529433914946" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCuT2bfkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CuJinSrHUOQ/s200/img003edited.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCu7_wI2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/oIax_v_lqdk/s1600-h/img004edited.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161540210434914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCu7_wI2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/oIax_v_lqdk/s200/img004edited.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUDE6XH1lI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KK1pLZ_i6hE/s1600-h/Lollypop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161917728708178" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUDE6XH1lI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KK1pLZ_i6hE/s200/Lollypop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUDFVYK3GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/snF2Nidr6ig/s1600-h/Stick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161924980857954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUDFVYK3GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/snF2Nidr6ig/s200/Stick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUDFvVowKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JNQv22DFGGQ/s1600-h/img005edited.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161931949555874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUDFvVowKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JNQv22DFGGQ/s200/img005edited.gif" 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&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/5021249598090031675-9219850855346618833?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/9219850855346618833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=9219850855346618833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/9219850855346618833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/9219850855346618833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/04/jenia-johnson-photography-update.html' title='Jenia Johnson Photography UPDATE'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdUCtrLWJXI/AAAAAAAAATk/rZGTh-sGiWg/s72-c/Hey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-1183729990181308498</id><published>2009-04-01T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:42:33.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a day trip to Memphis a couple of Saturdays ago (the same Saturday that Hayden sneezed on the table) so we could eat at Rendezvous, a fabulous B-B-Q joint in the back alley of downtown Memphis. Also so we could take Hayden to the children's museum. We had a great time once we got there, the 3 hour trip was actually pleasant with a 2 yr old, having only stopped once Hayden did GREAT! I took the Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; because I knew that once he saw it he would want to play with it for a while, as well as other toys for Hayden. After eating Hayden saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trolley&lt;/span&gt; and wanted to ride, since it was getting later and we still wanted to go to the museum we told him afterwards we would ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trolley&lt;/span&gt;. So we headed to the museum and being a Saturday it was PACKED, I mean a total madhouse, literally a zoo in the place. But we pressed on and continued to have fun. Hayden got to pilot a Fed-Ex plane, Jeff showed him everything in the cockpit, although Hayden really knew exactly what he was doing after seeing the plane Jeff flies on at the guard base. He slid down a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;normous&lt;/span&gt; slide about a million times, he learned how to change the tire on a car, he also got to drive a police motorcycle, a real one. Pretty cool place, but I don't recommend going there on the weekends, maybe take off one day during the week during a school year and go. By the time we were finished playing in the museum Hayden was wiped out and so was I, he had forgotten all about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trolley&lt;/span&gt; ride so we headed for home. It was a very quiet ride going home as well, Hayden slept from the time we put him in the car until we were about 45 minutes away from home! 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Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SdQy6On1kBI/AAAAAAAAASE/kPLdqeiHxJY/s72-c/DSC03407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-8993472293693683361</id><published>2009-04-01T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:24:07.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you just do?</title><content type='html'>I know I know... don't start on me, I am writting now and catching up from the last few weeks (probably so I can miss the next few).&lt;br /&gt;A couple of Saturdays ago Jeff and I are sitting in the living room when Hayden runs in and jumps on Jeff (as he usually does, thinking he's the best play gym ever). Jeff plays back at him and then Hayden climbs off of the couch and stands on the floor in front of the coffee table. (Bear with me, I have a point) So as Hayden is standing there he sneezes and spits all over the coffee table (we haven't gotten to the cover your mouth when your sneeze part, just when you cough). So Jeff, being the man that he is says, "Oh gross" and turns Hayden around so his butt is facing the table, picks him up, and wipes the table off with his butt (yes, he had pants on). I looked at him and said, "Please tell me you didn't just do what I think you just did?" He says, "well it was gross and I wasn't just gonna let it sit on the table". ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Men!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-8993472293693683361?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/8993472293693683361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=8993472293693683361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8993472293693683361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8993472293693683361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-did-you-just-do.html' title='What did you just do?'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-8496907157102908360</id><published>2009-03-12T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:49:50.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE: Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/span&gt;: The discussion of doing #2 in the potty is being written about, do not read if you have a weak stomach or you are eating.&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know we have been working on potty training and it has been going very well. I've decided to stop buying pull ups and just put Hayden in underwear and that is going GREAT! I had one incident where number 2 didn't make it to the potty in time and totally freaked Hayden out, but I think we have remedied that situation, by going in the potty. This morning he came to me right after he had already peed in the potty and said, "Need to potty again" so I said to myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; whatever let him go. So I took him and sat him on the toilet and he right after he got up there he said, "gone now, I finished" as I figured so he got dressed again and went on, a couple of minutes later we went through this 2 more times until I said, "Hayden do you need to poo poo?" He said, "I poop" right after that I left him alone going back to the kitchen to fix lunch and I hear him screaming like a little girl saying, "mama, mama", he was pretty freaked out by this movement but of course I was elated, the best thing since sliced bread for sure!!! I was so excited I told him without thinking to put any stipulations on this reward, "after you wake up from your nap we will go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and get any toy you want" thank Heavens he is only two and maybe he won't take that like a 15 year old would. ~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eek&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-8496907157102908360?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/8496907157102908360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=8496907157102908360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8496907157102908360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8496907157102908360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-potty-training.html' title='UPDATE: Potty Training'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2451081217256276672</id><published>2009-03-12T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:39:14.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Send him home...</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, one of my neighbor's children came over to play with Hayden. As he rings the doorbell, I let him inside and he bolts to the backyard with Hayden in tow. Jeff was home and I needed to get a couple of things from the farmer's market across the street, so I asked Jeff if he was okay watching the boys for a few minutes. He was so I left, and returned about 10 minutes after I left to find that the boys hadn't killed each other and Jeff's hair was still in his head (he was still calm). I go outside to check on Jeff, clearly the boys are alright covered in sand from the sandbox, I ask Jeff if he's okay and he's just laughing. He went on to tell me that Hayden and his friend got into a little spat because Hayden wouldn't share his toys. PC (neighbor child) comes over to Jeff and says, "Hayden's daddy, Hayden won't share his truck, he keeps taking it from me." So Jeff pulls Hayden to the side and explains that he needs to share with PC and not a second after Jeff finished talking Hayden says, "Make PC go home!". Joy, joy, the things I have to look forward to in the near future when Hayden can't send his sibling back to where he/she came from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2451081217256276672?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2451081217256276672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2451081217256276672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2451081217256276672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2451081217256276672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/03/send-him-home.html' title='Send him home...'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-615465691729068467</id><published>2009-02-24T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:47:13.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the doctor at the beginning of this month (I know I'm a little behind on blogging, don't remind me) and everything is going great. They found a small cyst on my right ovary, but that is nothing to be concerned with so far, they say that happens sometimes in the beginning stages of pregnancy and will go away I assume. Anyway, I got the first pictures of our little butterbean and she (no we don't know the gender yet, I'm just looking into the future) was just a waving at us, it seems like ages ago when I first saw Hayden in the womb and it was so surreal yet again. I told Jeff that I wasn't going to believe that I was pregnant until I actually saw the sonogram because I haven't gotten sick yet, but it is true, there's another little Little on the way, look out world! This pregnancy has been so different than the first one, with Hayden. I was sick everyday at least 2 times a day with him, and right now I've just been warn out and tired, I guess I shouldn't speak to soon right. So, the due date is Sept. 16, Hayden's due date was Sept 9 which is also his Great Great Aunt Luci's birthday and his Uncle Brad's birthday, and he was born on August 30. Maybe this one will come a little early and be born on the 9th or the 30th, that would be a pretty cool birthday gift for Hayden until he got older and had to share his birthday. Honestly, I really hope this one is not born on his birthday or any closer than need be because I really would like the 30th to stay Hayden's special day, and him not be unhappy when his younger sibling does come along. After I figure out this dumb scanner, I will post some pics of the bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-615465691729068467?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/615465691729068467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=615465691729068467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/615465691729068467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/615465691729068467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-8922211555306553415</id><published>2009-02-23T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:51:27.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie National Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I took Hayden to the Dixie National Parade, something I hadn't been to since I had been in the thing, a loooooong time ago, and we had so much fun! Jeff had drill that weekend so I took for my parents for assistance, any extra time Hayden gets to spend with his Papa is thoroughly enjoyed by both!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMNws_N1KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pXtBI7K2Ml4/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306099916333765794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMNws_N1KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pXtBI7K2Ml4/s200/DSC03283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we get there pretty early to avoid the crowds of vehicles, lack of parking spaces, and lack of visibility of the parade, needless to say we had time to kill so we hung out on Mississippi Street for a little while. Moving along, we found our places at the start of the parade (directly in the sun, great for warmth horrible for pictures)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMNPOwzs1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/y_gzrFC5Qx0/s1600-h/DSC03366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306099341284586322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMNPOwzs1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/y_gzrFC5Qx0/s200/DSC03366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. As the parade started the motor bregade started everything off&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMNbUpmzvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qeYHTKYGEHc/s1600-h/DSC03286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306099549023424242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMNbUpmzvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qeYHTKYGEHc/s200/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, besides a slight mishap at the end of MS Street with one of the motorcycles turning over (no one was hurt) we had a lot of fun! The Color Guard&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMOhGDJNYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iBxJsNSYAgs/s1600-h/DSC03287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306100747694847362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMOhGDJNYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iBxJsNSYAgs/s200/DSC03287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was Hayden's first favorite, as he saw the men in uniform he said, "that daddy", of course it wasn't and I had to explain to him that's the uniform daddy wears but it wasn't daddy. Moving on to my first favorite, the Classic Cars,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQYgQ5yJI/AAAAAAAAARM/pwPLrqQvR30/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306102799136311442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQYgQ5yJI/AAAAAAAAARM/pwPLrqQvR30/s200/DSC03302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and there were plenty of them. As the parade continued we saw people who reinacted the Civil War&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZKGvrdI/AAAAAAAAARU/3iqz7x0M14U/s1600-h/DSC03301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306102810367995346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZKGvrdI/AAAAAAAAARU/3iqz7x0M14U/s200/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMOlPxCs5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YlCdTC1KXFY/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the Hinds Hi-Steppers&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMOj6-G6II/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4eJsDQ52Zd4/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306100796260542594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMOj6-G6II/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4eJsDQ52Zd4/s200/DSC03291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the Rodeo Princesses and Queen(that was me once, ages ago)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZqs6cBI/AAAAAAAAARk/JafUtMmmBpc/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306102819118018578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZqs6cBI/AAAAAAAAARk/JafUtMmmBpc/s200/DSC03341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZcyqH5I/AAAAAAAAARc/8y5gsKWlg3s/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306102815384018834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZcyqH5I/AAAAAAAAARc/8y5gsKWlg3s/s200/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and of course we can't forget Haley Barbor&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaRdhFGYvfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wVPNi1eMfXw/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306469083835317746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaRdhFGYvfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wVPNi1eMfXw/s200/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and the Pick-Up Men&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZzAw8lI/AAAAAAAAARs/SaqSPV6ZCi8/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306102821348766290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMQZzAw8lI/AAAAAAAAARs/SaqSPV6ZCi8/s200/DSC03337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the rodeo, and much more. Much fun was had by all and to much candy came home, luckily I gave away all of the Mardi Gras beads&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaRdhGd7LlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jK96ya0Y6Do/s1600-h/DSC03381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306469084202479186" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaRdhGd7LlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jK96ya0Y6Do/s200/DSC03381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; behind Hayden's back because he wasn't bringing everything he had home with him, I could've resold all of the beads and made a killing off of them he was thrown so many! There was so much candy given to him he started off saying, "trick or treat" at the beginning. Finally he realized he didn't have to say anything at all so he just stood there looking as cute as pie holding his hand out&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMOnE_360I/AAAAAAAAARE/nDs8jT4Yyok/s1600-h/DSC03318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306100850491910978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMOnE_360I/AAAAAAAAARE/nDs8jT4Yyok/s200/DSC03318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. When he caught candy he didn't really care for (peppermints, hard candy) he was a sweety and gave it to an elderly lady sitting beside us in her wheel chair. I know I can't wait until next year, and I'm sure he is the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-8922211555306553415?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/8922211555306553415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=8922211555306553415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8922211555306553415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8922211555306553415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/02/dixie-national-parade.html' title='Dixie National Parade'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SaMNws_N1KI/AAAAAAAAAQc/pXtBI7K2Ml4/s72-c/DSC03283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-5207508742830161722</id><published>2009-02-06T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:49:50.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Check-Out</title><content type='html'>I was at Kroger yesterday picking up less than 15 items (express is 15 or less) so when it came time for check-out I was going to go to the self check out lane. Well... I get there and are 3 check outs open, one wasn't working, and the other 3 had people at them. I get in line behind the 1, count them, 1 person standing in line and realize that we are not moving at all. It wasn't until I realized that one person had the cashier person helping her because she was in a wheelchair, another person was waiting for the cashier to come help her because she didn't know what she was doing, not to mention the fact that she left the register twice to go back and get 2 items she had forgotten (luckily they weren't far away), and the third person really had no clue! He only had a few items, but 2 of them were produce! Seriously people, if you don't know how to look at the little sticker on the bananas, or use the code lookup for your tomatoes (while they are still on the register) then don't use the self check out. Also, if you don't know that everything has to be placed in the bag instead of your buggy after you scan them (because the lady inside the register will yell at you), don't use the self check out. Also, if you don't get it the first time the lady in the register yells at you to PLACE YOUR ITEMS IN THE BAG, don't use the self check out! Last but not least, if you don't take enough money into the store with you and have to leave your items IN THE BAG, at the register and have to go hunt your wife down in the store leaving other people standing in line behind you, don't go into the grocery store at all. Let your wife do the shopping!!! Needless to say, I had moved a good while before all of these people had even finished to the express lane and I was gone way before all of the other people even had time to blink!&lt;br /&gt;There really should be a big sign at the self check out line (just like there is for the express line) that says: 1. IF YOU'RE BUYING OUT THE WHOLE STORE DO NOT USE SELF CHECK OUT 2. YOU MUST KNOW HOW TO USE SELF CHECK OUT PROPERLY, HENCE THE WORD "SELF"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-5207508742830161722?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/5207508742830161722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=5207508742830161722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/5207508742830161722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/5207508742830161722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-check-out.html' title='Self Check-Out'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6942804756767943756</id><published>2009-01-28T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:49:50.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenia Johnson Photography</title><content type='html'>Well, Hayden had his photo shoot with &lt;a href="http://jeniajohnsonphotographyblog.com/"&gt;Jenia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jeniajohnsonphotographyblog.com/"&gt;Johnson &lt;/a&gt;that he won off of her blog for the cutest kid contest. We went to Camellia Bay out here at the Rez on Friday afternoon and had so much fun. While we were waiting on Jenia we had some play time so he was running all over the place being a typical boy, playing in the dirt, trying to climb trees, sitting by the water watching the ducks and geese, he also found a huge dirt pile to play in. At least that's what he thought it was, before I had to get over to him and inspect what he was playing in he was standing up, crying and saying, "ouch ants!!!". Yeah, this isn't cool when you haven't even started the photo shoot yet and your kid is already very upset and unhappy. They bit his hands a few times and got all in his clothes but I ripped those off quickly. Good thing I had a change of clothes because he refused to put his cute little jeans, collar shirt, and boots back on. Once Jenia got there and he warmed up to her, he was off having fun again. The photos turned out great, Jenia did an excellent job with getting his attention and just capturing his boyish nature of climbing in trees and having fun! After she got all the  pictures she wanted of him running around everywhere she gave him this HUGE over sized lollypop and let him eat it while sitting in a little wooden chair. Absolutely adorable!!!! We don't have any of the pictures yet, but she did put a teaser up on her &lt;a href="http://jeniajohnsonphotographyblog.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;of 3 photos she took if you want to check them out. I will definitely be recommending her to anyone with children because she is great! She does to studio photos, but mainly does photos of them outside so she can capture them being themselves having fun and not being posed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-6942804756767943756?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6942804756767943756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6942804756767943756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6942804756767943756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6942804756767943756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/jenia-johnson-photography.html' title='Jenia Johnson Photography'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4075413221290340584</id><published>2009-01-28T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:39:07.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>About 3 weeks ago when Jeff came home from work I had a bright pink sign posted on the door&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCzQXDWE5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oseTsLYnm70/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430255435027346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCzQXDWE5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oseTsLYnm70/s320/DSC03279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Blue or Pink What do you think we will have in 38 weeks?" he was on the phone with his brother as he is reading this and says, "hey man, I need to call you back!" I found great humor in this, because I NEVER surprise Jeff. Needless to say, we are having our second bundle of joy in a few months and we are so happy. After Jeff got over the shock he told me we had to go buy another 4-wheeler so that every member of the family would have one, I told him quickly that I would gladly give mine up. We ARE NOT buying another bike! &lt;div&gt;My first appointment couldn't be worked in until the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Feb so I will have more details later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4075413221290340584?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4075413221290340584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4075413221290340584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4075413221290340584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4075413221290340584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCzQXDWE5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oseTsLYnm70/s72-c/DSC03279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4243338700421339830</id><published>2009-01-28T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:32:41.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Faced</title><content type='html'>This might be a little disturbing to some, but it was funny to me so I had to share it. Hayden and I were sitting at the bar sharing an apple the other day and I noticed he had turned his back to me. So I looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing, he was just eating his apple but his face was blood red. I looked at him and said, "what are you doing Hayden?", he quickly turned to me with a straight face and says, "try to poop". I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; (to much information), but this kid was so serious, like I had interrupted his business, well I guess I had right. It was hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4243338700421339830?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4243338700421339830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4243338700421339830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4243338700421339830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4243338700421339830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-faced.html' title='Red Faced'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-892231017991398509</id><published>2009-01-28T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:27:56.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked into out bedroom where I knew Jeff was trying to rest for a little while, to check on him and I found this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCxQIyYgBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4Iw-rvW1kXM/s1600-h/DSC03243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296428052582531090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCxQIyYgBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4Iw-rvW1kXM/s320/DSC03243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCxPMVfJ9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GVF1fo7ZCaQ/s1600-h/DSC03241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296428036355205074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCxPMVfJ9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GVF1fo7ZCaQ/s320/DSC03241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCxP8Y3d_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yPh6N3oCvCI/s1600-h/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296428049254283250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCxP8Y3d_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yPh6N3oCvCI/s320/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Hayden what he was doing and he said, "daddy fix". I tried to explain to him that he was going to be working for a while and he would probably be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; by the outcome of things. It didn't stop him though, he went straight back to work with his sander and screwdrivers.&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/5021249598090031675-892231017991398509?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/892231017991398509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=892231017991398509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/892231017991398509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/892231017991398509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/fixing-daddy.html' title='Fixing Daddy'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCxQIyYgBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4Iw-rvW1kXM/s72-c/DSC03243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-7553065078896971736</id><published>2009-01-28T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:23:14.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' man</title><content type='html'>Hayden decided he wanted to be like daddy and stack the wood when it was cold  several weeks ago. We didn't ask him to do any of this, he moved it from the pile by the fence and put it closer to the house so we wouldn't have to walk so far. He started with nothing and by the time he finally pooped out he had a least 50 pieces of wood stacked up without the help of Jeff or myself. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvuQ6cH5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7G3163G7PLw/s1600-h/DSC03225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296426371136626578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvuQ6cH5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7G3163G7PLw/s320/DSC03225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvtX3uMsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v90lvS17MnU/s1600-h/DSC03218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296426355824407234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvtX3uMsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v90lvS17MnU/s320/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvt-g2FOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-mQJvX19V8w/s1600-h/DSC03221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296426366197437666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvt-g2FOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-mQJvX19V8w/s320/DSC03221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvuLFM0DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/U5lgEBusEC0/s1600-h/DSC03223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296426369571147826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvuLFM0DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/U5lgEBusEC0/s320/DSC03223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvvNf1fuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Fhck4hsxbJc/s1600-h/DSC03232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296426387399605986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvvNf1fuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Fhck4hsxbJc/s320/DSC03232.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/5021249598090031675-7553065078896971736?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/7553065078896971736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=7553065078896971736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7553065078896971736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7553065078896971736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/workin-man.html' title='Workin&apos; man'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SYCvuQ6cH5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7G3163G7PLw/s72-c/DSC03225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-3347614660097506265</id><published>2009-01-14T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:42:43.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Time</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a little while since that last post, but I had to get through the holidays and the virus Hayden had. After a week and a half of throwing up and NASTY diapers he is doing much better and is back to his spasmic self! Now we are going full force ahead on the potty training. I am so tired of changing tee-tee and poo-poo diapers it's not even funny and I think he is actually ready to start also. I started a while back just rewarding him with stickers and then I moved on to a sticker chart, where every time he went to the potty successfully he got a sticker and in the end he would get a toy for a full chart. That went well for the first 2 times and then he didn't really care so much. After that I moved on to giving him candy and stickers for a successful moment. After I saw that he had a good response to both of those I bought him some "big boy pants". Today was a great day!!! He has gone 5 times in one day with the only major accident being that he didn't sit back far enough on the toilet and soaked EVERYTHING! I put them on him after he had on a pull up, after he soaked that I put the underwear on him and told him that if he went to the bathroom in his pants he was getting a time out. Immediately he said, "go potty now" I got him to the potty and immediately he went. Not 5 minutes later he said he had to potty again! I can't tell you how happy this makes me, I'm definitely a mom that is beyond excited about this potty thing. Now I'm just scared about doing the number 2... guess we'll see how that goes later. I'll let y'all know about tomorrow. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-3347614660097506265?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/3347614660097506265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=3347614660097506265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3347614660097506265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3347614660097506265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/potty-time_14.html' title='Potty Time'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6324632230880468599</id><published>2009-01-12T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:46:37.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrismas  2008</title><content type='html'>So I tried again to post the other day right after I said in the previous post that everything was normal again. It wasn't, my blog did the same thing after I posted about the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so Christmas is well behind us and I am behind on posting about it, so here goes.&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;We did the family thing of course as usual, the good thing was that Jeff got to be home for it this year instead of being in Afghanistan. I was so glad about that too because this was the first time that Hayden really got into opening presents and we had so much fun watching him. Our Christmas started off as usual going to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Pisgah for an early Christmas a couple of weekends before. We ate to much food, did a lot of 4 wheeler riding and fishing (so much fun) and of course we can't forget the presents. Christmas Eve day we went to Jeff's parent's house and ate a lot of food and opened presents there also. Right after we left there we headed back home for a few minutes just to turn around and leave again for my Step-dad's parent's house (Granny and DaddyBill) to eat MORE food and open gifts, and we can't forget the stickers that Hayden always finds when we are there. Christmas morning we woke up to a ton of presents and a lot more food. Talk about a new year resolution, I'm just gonna try and not eat that much next year during the holidays (yeah right!). I've posted a few pictures of our adventures...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuivmEAvfI/AAAAAAAAALM/WK7jTOuQ38E/s1600-h/DSC02960edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290501125831704050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuivmEAvfI/AAAAAAAAALM/WK7jTOuQ38E/s320/DSC02960edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuiwLXejqI/AAAAAAAAALU/1Og0-4LWWRY/s1600-h/DSC02964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290501135845461666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuiwLXejqI/AAAAAAAAALU/1Og0-4LWWRY/s320/DSC02964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuiwhmCTtI/AAAAAAAAALc/ysxVMC52P2M/s1600-h/DSC02968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290501141812104914" style="FLOAT: left; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuqGkKfojI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rirs5fxmQHg/s320/DSC03069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuqG-LUomI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1nYtYGcf0YM/s1600-h/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290509224023204450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuqG-LUomI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1nYtYGcf0YM/s320/DSC03086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWumBA8nPSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bobLDDSA6g0/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5021249598090031675-6324632230880468599?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6324632230880468599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6324632230880468599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6324632230880468599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6324632230880468599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/chrismas-2008.html' title='Chrismas  2008'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SWuivmEAvfI/AAAAAAAAALM/WK7jTOuQ38E/s72-c/DSC02960edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-3537529072902913619</id><published>2009-01-10T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:04:06.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>The other day when I posted my last post I had full intentions of posting more, but for some reason I couldn't. Every time I would try to start a new post it would take me to the Mom's Squad Blog, although I'm a part of that, it's not where I was needing to post. Oh well, hopefully the problem is fixed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-3537529072902913619?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/3537529072902913619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=3537529072902913619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3537529072902913619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3537529072902913619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2009/01/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2040964490267740878</id><published>2008-12-16T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:39:35.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Canton</title><content type='html'>Sunday after church and our regular Sunday naps that afternoon we took a trip to see my best friend Jana in Canton so she could take a few pictures of us and also to see her new house. We arrived on the square and they had everything decorated for Christmas (if you haven't been by to see the City of Lights you should take a drive to the square). So the main purpose for this visit as I said was to take some pictures on the square and here are a few of the results.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280489697345794210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUgRZwpn8KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tXWltQ4lQQY/s320/DSC02897edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280489715749818322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUgRa1NfD9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/42LXKeCjzNA/s320/DSC02896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280489719355874882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUgRbCpPHkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nNREprMFE_w/s320/DSC02925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280489739006965378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUgRcL2a9oI/AAAAAAAAALE/yoPM37htU-4/s320/DSC02933edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jeff of course I had to fight to get him to get dressed and Hayden wasn't any better. First I had to wake the kid up from his nap and like his mama he doesn't like to be woken up at any time. Once we got there though we had a great time, even Jeff started climbing in trees and getting Hayden into the picture taking mood. I was a proud mama!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2040964490267740878?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2040964490267740878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2040964490267740878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2040964490267740878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2040964490267740878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-canton.html' title='Christmas in Canton'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUgRZwpn8KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tXWltQ4lQQY/s72-c/DSC02897edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-5658448853350923020</id><published>2008-12-14T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:32:53.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossgates Christmas</title><content type='html'>After the parade in Pisgah yesterday, Jeff and I went to &lt;a href="http://crossgates.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=5148"&gt;Crossgates Baptist Church &lt;/a&gt;for their annual Christmas Program. I will have to say, last year I was interpreting and couldn't watch any of it, but this year I got to be a member of the congregation... it was fantastic. I am always impressed with the set up of everything, from the stage setup, production, lights, dancers, down to the choir's wardrobe. &lt;a href="http://www.balletmagnificat.com/"&gt;Ballet Magnificat &lt;/a&gt;was there, as they usually are, &lt;a href="http://crossgates.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=6355"&gt;Crossgates Dancers&lt;/a&gt;, the Children's Choir, as well as the High School Choir, and of course the Adult Choir. Amazing!!! I was sitting in the section reserved for the deaf, just because that is where we are used to sitting and knew everyone over there, and I got to watch someone else interpret for a change. They sang the song "Little Drummer Boy", of course to a different tune than we are used to. They brought in about 8 of the high school guys to play the drums, and as I was sitting their watching and listening to them play, and the choir sing behing them I couldn't help but think to myself, "I can't imagine not being able to hear this"! We never really know how blessed we are until we have time to stop, and think about things such as this. I am sitting behind all of the deaf watching the interpreter sign the songs, and she is doing a great job drawing out pictures for all of them to really understand the music, but only if they could have heard it. When the program was over one of the men came up to me and said, "I couldn't hear most of it but I could feel a lot of it, it was WONDERFUL" as his eyes lit up with joy. That made my night, knowing that he did get to feel what I felt, and that was the Holy Spirit speaking to them through music as much as it did me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-5658448853350923020?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/5658448853350923020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=5658448853350923020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/5658448853350923020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/5658448853350923020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/crossgates-christmas.html' title='Crossgates Christmas'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-3669387636666274406</id><published>2008-12-14T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:06:06.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter anyone?</title><content type='html'>I've always thought my child was a little on the goofy side, but Friday night he proved it to me for sure! I am in the kitchen cooking supper as he is demanding things from me... "mama hold this" (handing me his cup) "mama want more" (using the sign for more) "now" is what followed after that sweet, cute little sign of "more", "awnt cackers" "awnt cookie". As I am pulling out a new stick of butter from the refrigerator he says, "awnt cheeeeeeese" in that long drawn out southern voice (I'm trying to break him of that quickly). I tell him, "Hayden this is not cheese" he persist and says, "awnt cheese noooow" I then explained to him that what I had was butter, so he says, "awnt budda" I told him again for the third time that it was butter that I had and not cheese. The kid is a persistent little pest and says, "awnt cheese now" I give in to the demands and give him a bite of what he is asking for. Two bites of the BUTTER later he wants more!!! I am laughing so hard at him I can't even explain to Jeff why we have two big chunks of butter gone from the new butter stick. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUXJZ-OdPMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G-4Y6UNadMI/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847586199321794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUXJZ-OdPMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G-4Y6UNadMI/s320/DSC02849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUXJZIg9csI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UDjy8xPOv_k/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847571781415618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUXJZIg9csI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UDjy8xPOv_k/s320/DSC02846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUXJZbvblmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lDZZ0WS54aY/s1600-h/DSC02848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847576942384738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUXJZbvblmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lDZZ0WS54aY/s320/DSC02848.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/5021249598090031675-3669387636666274406?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/3669387636666274406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=3669387636666274406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3669387636666274406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3669387636666274406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/butter-anyone.html' title='Butter anyone?'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SUXJZ-OdPMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/G-4Y6UNadMI/s72-c/DSC02849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2817563843082611853</id><published>2008-12-04T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:27:16.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick-fil-a</title><content type='html'>I had my first bad experience ever at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a today and it really wasn't their fault except for the part where they shorted me on my fries and gave me 7 french fries in my meal. I love my fries and do not like to be shorted, but they had at least 40 -50 kids from 2 different schools in there PLUS the parents and a few teachers of these children. The french fry part didn't bother me as much as these parents did. One of the school groups that was there were from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UCS&lt;/span&gt;, if you're from my area you know exactly what school I'm talking about. So, back to the story, not only was there no walking room in this place today, but there were to many snotty kids with their parents (who were worse than the kids). I had promised Hayden that after he ate then he could play in the play area since it was so nasty outside today. So he was very good and didn't rush or anything to eat his food, finished everything and then ate some of mine. After this he asked to go play so we went to the play area where there was 2 other little girls from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UCS&lt;/span&gt; in there who were very polite and looked out for Hayden everywhere they went. However, not 5 minutes into his playtime the room is packed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let me stop and say this, there is a sign on the door that has a line on it and if you are taller than that line you are not supposed to be in there (means you're too big) then there is a little area that is called "the toddler area" and it has a sign before going into it that says the room is reserved for 3 years of age and under. Having said that I'll get back to the story now. I am sitting there watching Hayden and the little girls play and then two other boys come in to play, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; after I asked them to please be careful because there is a baby right beside them going up the steps to the slide. After these boys come in to play that were clearly to big to be in there, more of his friends come in. By this time it wasn't crowded in there, but it also wasn't safe for Hayden because they start running around and running up the wrong way on the slide. I told them also that they needed to be careful (and I was actually nice about it believe it or not) since Hayden was playing in there as well. They blew me off of course, but at least I tried, so I over looked that and they all start playing hide and go seek. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, if you have seen the play areas in these types of places you know there is no room to play hide and seek, especially not to run full speed in. Hayden is starting to get freaked out by this time and comes and sits by me on the bench while I'm sitting there wondering what all of these parents purposes were for going on that field trip. Whether it's to show off the newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gucci&lt;/span&gt; Bag or to show off the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;) boots they had on or to show off their "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;" that they wore (on a field trip). I'm still baffled by this because NONE of them were doing a thing to control THEIR children. A few minutes later a teacher comes in following one of the students and tells them to go sit back down because they haven't eaten anything yet. After this all H(*&amp;amp; breaks loose and the cattle gate opens up to let at least 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;UCS&lt;/span&gt; kids in (the smallest area at chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a) the playroom. I grab Hayden up because it was about to be another &lt;a href="http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday-madness.html"&gt;Black Friday moment &lt;/a&gt;for this mama and I was about to go off on some parents after I got on to ALL of their children. By this time the same teacher (obviously the only one who cared how these children acted) came in again as we were walking out the door and says, "I'm about to take care of this". I left out of the room saying," don't bother we are leaving, I can't even get his jacket on in this madhouse) about this time Hayden is on the ground again after he falls over one kid AND the kids shoes right behind Hayden. I had about had it with all of the parents not taking control of their kids, part of the reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;UCS&lt;/span&gt; ask them to go on the field trip (to help SUPERVISE) not just to get a day off of work or to get out of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2817563843082611853?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2817563843082611853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2817563843082611853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2817563843082611853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2817563843082611853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/chick-fil.html' title='Chick-fil-a'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2577333094757858182</id><published>2008-12-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:00:10.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Contest!!!</title><content type='html'>I entered Hayden into a photo contest through a &lt;a href="http://http//jeniajohnsonphotographyblog.com/"&gt;Jenia Johnson Photography&lt;/a&gt; and he won. There were only 8 kids in it, but he still won. So we have a photo shoot with Jenia in January (this is his prize) at the park of our choice or a studio and I'm so excited. I have looked at her work and love her artistic abilities with the camera, she mainly photographs children, but I believe she has started doing some wedding photos as well. You should check her out and I'll let everyone know how the shoot goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2577333094757858182?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2577333094757858182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2577333094757858182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2577333094757858182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2577333094757858182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-contest.html' title='Photo Contest!!!'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4507985386610686978</id><published>2008-12-02T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:28:40.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Two's</title><content type='html'>The kid, as most of you know, turned 2 in August and I really haven't felt the blow of the terrible two syndrome yet. However, just until the other day I could say this and be telling the truth. Hayden has gotten this attitude lately and when we/I ask him to do something so simple like pick his toys up and put them in his toy box he says "uh-uh" and boy I am so tired of this. Not only does he do this, but he voluntarily offers to put himself in time out, not only does he put himself in time out, but he has gotten to where he walks over to it and says, "nose in corna". Meaning, he knows the consequences to his actions, or lack of, yet he still chooses to disobey me. This really gets on my nerves, not only does this get on my nerves, but this one little noise he makes really boils my blood. He was sitting in the backseat while Jeff and I were coming back from getting a Christmas tree and he starts taking his socks and shoes off. He knows not to do this, but still does it anyway! So I look back at him (I'm not driving by the way Jeff is) and tell him in my best mommy voice, "Hayden don't take off your socks and put your shoes back on your feet!!!" He continues to begin to pulling off one sock, he doesn't have it off yet, but it is slowly making it's way there. So I look back again and say, "Hayden if you do it again I will spank you" and he knows exactly what that means! He proceeds to make this spoiled wrotten sound, "mmmph!!!" loudly, it's almost as if he knows that I HATE that noise so he does it as loud as he can. I ignore the pout and look out the corner of my eye to see him slowly pulling his socks off so I reach back as fast as I can and pop him on the leg (thanks mom for teaching me all I know now by the way, I have the hand swat down pat) and he lets out this ear piercing screech while his face looks like he just swallowed something awful and his tongue is hanging out of his mouth as if  the sound is coming from his tongue itself.&lt;br /&gt;I am over this terrible two phase, but I know it could be a lot worse after seeing some of my friends children his age who  stomp around the house after not getting their way. I think that would be the time when I would have to give the kid a reality check. Pray for me during the times of terrible two, but please whatever you do don't pray for patience, just peace and strength!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4507985386610686978?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4507985386610686978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4507985386610686978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4507985386610686978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4507985386610686978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Two&apos;s'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-8221761521010011121</id><published>2008-12-02T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:14:45.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Madness</title><content type='html'>Guess what... I went shopping on Black Friday. I have only done that once in my life before this past Friday and I swore I would never do it again. Well, I proved myself wrong when I was up at 5:30, still later than what I had told my mom. I told her I would be at Walmart to meet her, unless it rained, at 5:00 Friday morning. Well... that didn't happen, the good thing is she knew that it wouldn't happen, bad thing is I still wasn't there when I said I would be. The other bad thing was, the gift I was planning on getting her was gone by the time I got there at 6:00, good thing is she is taken care of now. Also, I have all of my Christmas shopping done, but one now and I'm so thankful for that. I didn't really have to go through much to get them either. I actually had a good time with my mom and mamaw on Black Friday and there were only two confrontations with people. The ones when I'm still IN the car don't count because they couldn't hear me and I couldn't hear them. It does amaze me that 1. people get so crazy over bargains while shopping and 2. women allow their husbands to go with them on such a crazy day of shopping. Come on ladies, we all know men do not like shopping especially when it starts early in the morning and doesn't end until late in the afternoon. One of the situations where words were passed involved a man, but I totally understood that he was tired and didn't want to be there, however I was tired too and was doing nothing wrong when he opened his mouth at the WRONG time. I was standing in the Cookie Store line waiting to buy a cookie and Dr. P at the end of my day when this man, his wife, and kid (in a stroller) come by. I am turned looking at something else while waiting in line and from behind me I hear, "well, I can't get by", loudly, mind you there is plenty of space to go around the long line that I am at the end of. So I turn around in time to hear the wife say, "it's not her fault" but I didn't wait a minute before I open my big mouth to say, "excuse me would have been more polite" and then his sweet wife (apparently trying to avoid any unneccesary drama) looks at me and says again, "it's not your fault". I felt bad after I got in my car and re-thought the situation, but then I also remembered that she shouldn't have made her husband come along with her. Even if he wanted to come along, she should have asked him to stay home or come along but keep his mouth closed when approaching women who had been awake since early that morning.&lt;br /&gt;That's my Black Friday story, and I probably will not do that again any time soon unless there are some outstanding deals like there was this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-8221761521010011121?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/8221761521010011121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=8221761521010011121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8221761521010011121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8221761521010011121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday-madness.html' title='Black Friday Madness'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-388800777762056760</id><published>2008-12-02T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:51:12.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff forgetten</title><content type='html'>I know there are several things I haven't posted about in the past week or so, but I have completely forgotten them, all the good stuff that is. It's nothing good like running out of gas on the side of the road, but it starts off with food as the main topic. So I'll start with Thanksgiving!!! First of all, as I've stated before, I love my family, AND I LOVE food, so Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times of year. Thanksgiving for my family is like a reunion, as far back as I can remember we have had more than 40 people (all family) at one place at the same time. That place was either one of my mamaw's apartment club houses when she managed apts or it was her barn with tables lined all around the inside for people and food (don't worry, this wasn't a barn for the animals, although some would consider us to be such). Now, since she moved 2 years ago it is at her new house, less space, but still a lot of people. We were missing several this year due to living out of town and not being able to get home, or other circumstances such as stubborness (just trust me on that one). However, we still had a good 15-20 people there, nothing like it used to be, but we all grow up and move away. My cousin Boyd was there with his wife Emily and their 2 little boys, Noah and Hayze and Hayden&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275291659207996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWZ0HmscnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3L3UCUyEKr8/s320/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" /&gt; was in Heaven with other little people his age to hang out with and talk to, oh yeah can't forget fix things with. They were so cute walking around with their little tools and brooms to fix things and then clean up their messes with. Hayden had to show them around the yard, showed them where his toys were that he keeps at Mamaw's house and then showed them where all of mamaw's tools and shovels were. After we all ate and snapped several pictures it was time to clean up and go, so Hayden of course helped them do that as well. He helped Noah put the broom back in Mamaw's garage and then helped Hayze put the toy lawnmower up&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275296884011526610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWekPg7adI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5DAuZkm5Hlk/s320/DSC02716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;. Such a big boy... don't understand why he can't help me when I ask him to. Oh well!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275291666604864850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWZ0jKPtVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mIXKreA6Ldk/s320/DSC02643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275291697533374626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWZ2WYLUKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8ZJJULBMyOY/s320/DSC02646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275291674397655186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWZ1AMMQJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uimjag-fz_A/s320/DSC02644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275293359543794930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWbXF2VvPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/n6izV3o-bKA/s320/DSC02697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275293253164773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWbQ5jmsHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NVaBGn3TTdo/s320/DSC02698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275293329836369586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWbVXLiZrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/u4TK8KiNAGM/s320/DSC02687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275293273373458562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWbSE1uwII/AAAAAAAAAJA/icd2G9VyTd4/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275297076833992850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWevd1YwJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DtLHx5h2lvQ/s320/DSC02672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275293306208665698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWbT_KQQGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5_oDtNpDT3k/s320/DSC02659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275295709720765986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWdf48MZiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UkNBjcjDz-U/s320/DSC02692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275295700428068658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWdfWUpFzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iUw1lgEYUFM/s320/DSC02694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275295692603961842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWde5LOsfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4qfWZBhOzzk/s320/DSC02654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275298030474023234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWfm-a40UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3T3p6Y38exU/s320/DSC02706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-388800777762056760?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/388800777762056760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=388800777762056760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/388800777762056760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/388800777762056760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-stuff-forgetten.html' title='Good stuff forgetten'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/STWZ0HmscnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3L3UCUyEKr8/s72-c/DSC02641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6166077531429347108</id><published>2008-11-26T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:27:57.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Contest</title><content type='html'>Hayden is in a photo contest with a photographer. We need you to  vote for him at &lt;a href="http://jeniajohnsonphotographyblog.com/2008/11/22/cast-your-vote/"&gt;http://jeniajohnsonphotographyblog.com/2008/11/22/cast-your-vote/&lt;/a&gt; You can vote every day. He is in a tie for first right now, and it's almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-6166077531429347108?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6166077531429347108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6166077531429347108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6166077531429347108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6166077531429347108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-contest.html' title='Photo Contest'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4443435026567491467</id><published>2008-11-21T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:09:10.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written in a while so I have to catch up on a couple of things, lets go back to last Sunday. &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;Sunday was a GREAT day, after filling up the church row with 15 Prevosts and family we had a great sermon on Phillipians 4 about God supplying all of our needs, and He will take care of us as long as we rely on Him. How we shouldn't chase material, worldly things and but spiritual things, how we should still give or not stop giving in this time of economic crisis and depend on God, because there are so many people out there in this world right now that have MUCH less than we do. To not complain about what we don't have, but thank God for what we do have! After this message, it made me want to open up my closets and give away everything I don't use, and that's a lot of stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after church we made our way to my parent's house where all of the same family from church met up for lunch. It was a good thing that we bought the 25 lbs. turkey at the Case Lot Sale at the base, because we sure did need it with all of those people. After a lunch of Turkey, Ham, Crockpot Dressing, Broccolli Casserole, butterbeans, stuffed celery, deviled eggs, rolls, fruit salad, and 2 desserts we were all stuffed and ready to take a nap. But that didn't happen except for with Little Kinsey, poor thing was wiped out after that long day, so she passed out in Granny's lap&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271245912766714706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc6Orowk1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E66Vz21LWV0/s320/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt; while all of the lady's sat around talking&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271246379242889138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc6p1ZWH7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7dXnGPddml4/s320/DSC02522.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and the men played football&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271246910998734530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc7IyV0ZsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e5U3Zf-EnlE/s320/DSC02531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271246907050505986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc7IjofNwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HJS4ukrsZuo/s320/DSC02530.JPG" border="0" /&gt; outside after their lunches settled. Oh, yeah and a quick photo opt with some of the family.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8p8LgLOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WH5wWz1oFSo/s1600-h/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271248580087131362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8p8LgLOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WH5wWz1oFSo/s320/DSC02550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8pqP5wtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2sQJtqLqlRk/s1600-h/DSC02533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271248575273747154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8pqP5wtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2sQJtqLqlRk/s320/DSC02533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8qRAY7xI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g2nOcuWqmBc/s1600-h/DSC02544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271248585677664018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8qRAY7xI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g2nOcuWqmBc/s320/DSC02544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247714992369362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc73lc1rtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rWXhIalQV6Q/s320/DSC02526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247726444830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc74QHUXUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kduCA7Zt9Hw/s320/DSC02536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8n6veWZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Qd0M5k2JsAY/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271248545341397394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8n6veWZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Qd0M5k2JsAY/s320/DSC02527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8qjkUF1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fayqnfv8UdU/s1600-h/DSC02547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271248590660179794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc8qjkUF1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fayqnfv8UdU/s320/DSC02547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247731086922594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc74haFE2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2yUOTv5A6xk/s320/DSC02541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247713306711314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc73fK8lRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oNGJoLfA3lQ/s320/DSC02510.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271251300206394306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc_IRaeO8I/AAAAAAAAAII/KnRU7EFmBXY/s320/DSC02539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This in my opinion, was a great day! I love my family!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4443435026567491467?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4443435026567491467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4443435026567491467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4443435026567491467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4443435026567491467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SSc6Orowk1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E66Vz21LWV0/s72-c/DSC02525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-7401777520045568285</id><published>2008-11-09T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:28:18.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistletoe, Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friday afternoon I went to the Sit, Eat and Be pretty luncheon at &lt;a href="http://www.jljackson.org/?nd=mistletoe"&gt;Mistletoe&lt;/a&gt;, and I had a change of heart on Mistletoe Marketplace. The Junior Auxilary and Baptist, hosted this luncheon where Bon Ami provided a lite lunch of Spinach Salad, Chicken Salad, honeydew melon and the best part, a chocolate pudding with cream on top (yummy!). Deanna Farve (Brett Farve's wife)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854230960653186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SRegBKAsQ4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uvgEhjVamrQ/s320/DSC02469.JPG" border="0" /&gt; was the keynote speaker and spoke on her battle with breast cancer as well as many other struggles in her life being married to a famous football player. She was truly an inspiration, and she probably didn't even realize it, she said she was shy, but you would have never known it, she was great! After she spoke there was a fashion show&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854807879709986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SRegivM6dSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2wTpNpWmhh0/s320/DSC02487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854792527561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SRegh2ArQkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B75SEAYBLz4/s320/DSC02478.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854808379814370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SRegixEJceI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uE2ExHMF-Q0/s320/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;where the models wore clothes from &lt;a href="http://www.therogue.com/"&gt;The Rogue &lt;/a&gt;and Coattails, very cute, but expensive. I took a lot of pictures in hopes to find the same items at cheaper places. I know, smart right?!?!? All the while, I was getting to sit with some of the best women that I know, Clarion Ledger's &lt;a href="http://momslikeme.com/"&gt;Momslikeme.com gang&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266855611941710690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SRehRikO62I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Dw1R5Kpvvfc/s320/DSC02471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266855319815882370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SRehAiUAhoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LtHBq7inEFs/s320/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I left here feeling better about Mistletoe Market place without such a negative outlook, although, when I did go "shopping" (what little I did, I hit up all of the food booths, go figure) I found the GREATEST honey butter&lt;strong&gt;. Cowboy Country's Amaretto Pecan Honey Butter&lt;/strong&gt;, this was the best stuff I have put in my mouth in a long time. As a &lt;a href="http://nicolebradshaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;fellow mom squad member &lt;/a&gt;put it, this stuff can make any carbohydrate taste wonderful (not exactly it &lt;a href="http://www.nicolebradshaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, but pretty close) and she's right!!! If you haven't bought any of this in the past, don't plan on getting any in Ms this year, they are from Texas and have done their rounds at Mistletoe for the year so you will have to wait until next year, or hit Nicole up for one of her 15 jars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-7401777520045568285?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/7401777520045568285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=7401777520045568285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7401777520045568285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7401777520045568285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/11/mistletoe-round-2.html' title='Mistletoe, Round 2'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SRegBKAsQ4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uvgEhjVamrQ/s72-c/DSC02469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2337197608084025272</id><published>2008-11-06T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:26:33.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas already?</title><content type='html'>That's right... Christmas is right around the corner but we first have to pass through Thanksgiving! Obviously, the people who set up &lt;a href="http://www.jljackson.org/?nd=mistletoe"&gt;Mistletoe Marketplace &lt;/a&gt;didn't get the same memo as I. This morning after I ran out of gas (read the other post for that story) and dropped Hayden off at MMO I headed to work the momslikeme.com/Clarion Ledger booth. We have T'shirts and books of &lt;a href="http://www.clarionledger.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?category=PluckPersona&amp;amp;U=1b147a797e9e46b884bd2455bcc15a67&amp;amp;plckPersonaPage=PersonaBlog&amp;amp;plckUserId=1b147a797e9e46b884bd2455bcc15a67"&gt;Marshall Ramsey's &lt;/a&gt;(that he is signing) that we are selling. However, if you have ever been to Mistletoe you know they have a ton of Handmade products that are way over priced (in my opinion), very cute and holidayish, but not in my catagory of fun. We were sitting at our booth, myself, Marshall, and another &lt;a href="http://momslikeme.com/"&gt;momslikeme.com &lt;/a&gt;volunteer, and we were people watching. Yep, that' probably one of my favorite past times, that's also probably why Jeff and I get along so well because we are both people watchers and that means we really don't have to talk to each other (haha, just kidding, or am I?). Anyway, so we are sitting there with our shirts and books, not handmade and not over priced, meaning that people were not really interested at the time so we got to watch and talk... about everyone. When I first arrived, they hadn't let the cattle gates open yet so there were people who wanted to pay EXTRA to get in before the crowd. Mind you, I have never been to Misteltoe Marketplace so I had never seen the "crowd" that comes to this event, and it is truly an event!!! As I'm sitting there watching the first "crowd" I'm thinking, "man this is a lot of people to sit and watch and talk about". There is a girl that walks by with her mom (uh-huh her mom, meaning she needed to be in school) decked out in her winter attire, okay, how cold was it today? It wasn't, that's right, especially at 10:00 in the morning when they were there. Then we see people who are dressed to the nines to go shop, no way would you catch me in some of the garb they had one just to shop, especially on concrete floors, very uncomfortable. I just wish I could've gone to the Gala on opening night last night to see all of that, I'm sure everyone had fun and ate well. After all of this, 11:00 roles around and the REAL crowd comes in. Ain't no way on this earth are you gonna catch me shopping in that. Once I took a break and walked around for a minute I walked straight back to my booth. In that 2 or 3 minutes I had taken maybe 2 or 3 steps away from where I was and ran back for cover. When they asked why I was back so soon, I told them I would take my break at the booth, I can't stand crowds, they really drives me crazy! And they really do, there was no breathing room in that place once everyone else was let in. Needless to say, I am going back tonight to work from 6-9 so if you want to pay $10 to get into a madhouse come see me at the Clarion Ledger booth, otherwise, I'm sure I'll see you soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2337197608084025272?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2337197608084025272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2337197608084025272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2337197608084025272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2337197608084025272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-already.html' title='Christmas already?'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-2316670079569629886</id><published>2008-11-06T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:05:56.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas... What's that for?</title><content type='html'>This morning as I am on my way to work at Mistletoe Marketplace I am driving down Liberty Rd/Flowood Dr. and I run out of gas for the first time in my life. Yes, I said I ran out of gas this morning, and yes it was in the middle of the a super busy street, luckily I know how to put my car in Neutral and coast to the Capital Body shop parking lot. Another good thing was that Jeff took off of work today (little did he know it would be to be there to help me out). God knew what he was doing when he had Jeff take off of work, but he failed to remind me that I needed to get gas in the car. So he did remind me I suppose, when the light came on Tuesday night and the lady in my car said, "Low Fuel... STUPID!" Ok, she didn't call me stupid, but she may as well have when I ignored her and kept driving. I'm pretty sure everyone knows that I have a fairly new car, larger than the little "rice burner" Honda that I used to drive. You could drive for days with the light on in that thing, but not the HHR. We kept going on Tuesday night when the warning came on, driving around trying to find a place under $2 trying to get lucky. We didn't find anytihng, so I continued driving saying that I would wait until Wednesday to get gas because as fast as it was going down I'm sure it would be down past $2. Well.... no, it wasn't!!! So the only place I drove yesterday was my mamaw's house and then back home, never thinking to get gas on my way home. So, like I said, this was the ONLY place I drove yesterday, then woke up this morning to take Hayden to Mother's Morning Out with full intensions of getting gas, but before I made it to a gas station I started putting down the road. With my foot on the gas to the floor board I wasn't going anywhere but straight to humility!!! Luckily I was close to Capital Body Shop parking lot so I put it in Neutral and coasted my way in. Embarassed as anything to call Jeff and tell him to come bring me some gas! Being the sweetheart that he is, he did and I was on my merry way! For future reference, don't ever compair a Honda Civic's gas tank to a Chevy HHR's! Although, the Honda would have made it for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-2316670079569629886?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/2316670079569629886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=2316670079569629886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2316670079569629886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/2316670079569629886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/11/gas-whats-that-for.html' title='Gas... What&apos;s that for?'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4718249230836037205</id><published>2008-11-06T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:45:55.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm over it!</title><content type='html'>So it all ended (or should I say, it had just begun) on my birthday of all days! On November 4, 2008 I woke up to a wonderful birthday surprise from my mama, a card, candy, MONEY (always a plus), and a bear (later found it wasn't for me) left on my door step, with a wake up call telling me to go outside. After this, Hayden and I went and voted, okay, so I voted Hayden just went. The perfect start to a great birthday! Through out the day I recieved several calls, text, emails and so forth telling me (and singing to me) happy birthday. Jeff came home from work and called Hayden outside, a few minutes later they both come inside and Hayden is dragging a bag behind him, hands it to me and says, "Happy birfay mama" absolutely precious, that kids melts my heart with every word these days. I open the bag up to find a Nintendo DS Lite (I'm such a kid I know, but I know the only way I got it was because my husband is a kid also and will play on it just as much as me), after opening my gift and reading my sweet card from my sweet husband with a personal signature from my 2 year old, Jeff tells me we are going to Biaggi's for dinner. This is a new Italian Restaraunt in Renaissance that I have been waiting to eat at for a while! It was AMAZING!!!!!!! The people, the service, the atmosphere, the food all superb and not expensive at all (in my opinion)! They served homemade bread made with mashed potatoes (probably why I liked them so much) that you could dip in olive oil with cracked black pepper and parmesean cheese mixed in. Then we moved on to an appetizer of crab, shrimp and spinach dip, this is like an artichoke and spinach dip, also to die for! As if we were not already full we still had our entree to go, Jeff ordered Veal Parmesean which he said was great, I couldn't try it just knowing what it was (I have a hard enough time eating red meat sometimes). I ordered Black Fettucine and Lobster! This was great, it had HUGE chunks of lobster in with the pasta and the cream sauce, this was also amazing. Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE food, so I will pretty much try and eat anything, but this was one of the best meals that I've had in a really long time (besides my own of course). Well... the night ended with having to watch the turn out of the elections! We all pretty much knew the outcome I believe, but hoped and PRAYED for the best. God works miracles everyday and I truly believe he has a plan for us, I just hope that everyone is prayed up and knows Jesus as their Lord and Savior because I think there are plenty of hard times to come and that is the only way to get through them. So that was the end to my night after a wonderful day, and then I had to wake up and hear about it all over the news, peoples blogs, the daily paper, and everywhere else. I'm so over hearing and reading about the "CHANGE". I'm sorry, but when I am having to support someone elses child and the child's mama and daddy out of our hard earned money I will not strive for the "American Dream" (as my husband says) anymore. I will probably be just as content to live in my middle class ways and let someone support me if I can get it out of them, since everyone else is going to be doing the same. Okay, enough of being on the soap box, I'll step down now. But like I said before, I'm so over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4718249230836037205?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4718249230836037205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4718249230836037205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4718249230836037205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4718249230836037205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m over it!'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-3933658897272638193</id><published>2008-10-30T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:49:20.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future CEO</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have to start this post by saying that my kid is THE cutest 2 year old on the face of this earth. Take a look at his Halloween picture and you will agree!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263155813881358306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQp8U8vuJ-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zhxpaHB8xSg/s320/DSC02375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See, I told you that you would agree and couldn't argue. Thursday was Rankin County's trick or treat night and Hayden went as a Future CEO, he was sporting his briefcase and all. Of course after the night was over his briefcase wasn't full of paper work, but candy, he knows better than to bring his work home with him. We started off going to Winner's Circle Park with our friends Tim and Darla and her daughter Breland. Shortly after being there for about 45 minutes we left because it was entirely to crowded for my comfort level. When the kid wants to ride the train around the park and you walk to find the line and it's a mile long, you have to break your promise immediately and apologize profusely that you "lied" when you said, "I promise we will ride the train before we leave" you know there are TO MANY people there. So, after that, we all left and went to our neighborhood to trick or treat. Breland and Hayden had a blast! There was no stopping these kids from getting their candy. Once Hayden got the hang of everything and realized, "hmmm I get candy in my briefcase and all I have to do is walk up to someone's door and say trick or treat and look absolutely adorable while doing it". We finally had to make the kids stop when all the lights on the houses were turning off because it was getting late. Needless to say, Hayden and Breland got a lot of candy and we got a good workout from walking around the neighborhood. We tried and tried all night to get Hayden and Breland to take a picture together, but Hayden wasn't gonna stand by a girl.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263159368818618178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQp_j36z70I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IrivV1QBek8/s320/DSC02376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263159365171858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQp_jqVWzbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UPAtsU4pzLs/s320/DSC02380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263159360817488994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQp_jaHMZGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8Y0CqB1hNSs/s320/Haydenandmommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263159383548313730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQp_kuypQII/AAAAAAAAAFY/HAASCIwmMTc/s320/DSC02391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263159387574804162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQp_k9yonsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nWJ1HTI_HRs/s320/DSC02395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-3933658897272638193?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/3933658897272638193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=3933658897272638193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3933658897272638193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/3933658897272638193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/future-ceo.html' title='Future CEO'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQp8U8vuJ-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zhxpaHB8xSg/s72-c/DSC02375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6017196302657691974</id><published>2008-10-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:50:51.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadyman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Looking back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768508854793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkcE1Fm9pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jrOOgJ-mMKM/s320/01+Hayden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768519510419810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkcFcyG6WI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fUBDJO1R4AM/s320/Hayden+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768525987176066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkcF06SXoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LrYvqGCcA3U/s320/Hayden+034_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768536281148130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkcGbQj6uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EhIInphL6Go/s320/1st+birthday+108_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262769940385930994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkdYJ9OnvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mnx19Ti63IQ/s320/DSC01605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkcEQg4JnI/AAAAAAAAADw/qaKjENsnt4A/s1600-h/Picture+day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262769937932521010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkdYA0SjjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NBM41uF0YJc/s320/Hayden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby, but what a little man he has become. Hadyman, is what he likes to call himself, I thought it was cute so I kept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-6017196302657691974?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6017196302657691974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6017196302657691974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6017196302657691974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6017196302657691974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/hadyman.html' title='Hadyman!'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkcE1Fm9pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jrOOgJ-mMKM/s72-c/01+Hayden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-4712692927526189774</id><published>2008-10-29T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:21:03.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why does my child think that he needs medicine for EVERYTHING? Besides the fact that he's my husband child also and daddy takes medicine for splinters (not really, but he would if it helped). The other day he stumped his toe while running through the house and while running to me crying he's saying the whole way, "meicine, ice, mama kiss". I can kiss it and I will put ice on it if it's bad enough, but there is no way on this earth I am going to give the kid medicine for a stumped toe! Get a straw and suck it up kid! That's not what I said to him, but when he gets old enough I will. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-4712692927526189774?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/4712692927526189774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=4712692927526189774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4712692927526189774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/4712692927526189774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-7789121963492858766</id><published>2008-10-26T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:48:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street Live</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon we went to the Momslikeme.com showing of Sesame Street Live and Hayden had a great time, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkflO3epbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iJwuABK89fw/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262772364065547698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkflO3epbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iJwuABK89fw/s320/DSC02271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while Jeff and I had a great time just watching him enjoy the show. We got there just a few minutes before show time which was a good thing because it didn't give Hayden much time to get antsy, right in time to see our fearless leader of the Momslikeme "Mom Squad" welcome everyone to the show. Not long after that we were greeted by the opening of Elmo Makes Music on a huge sign with neon lights, following right after that we got to meet Burt, Ernie, and Rubber Duckie (Rubbie Duckie, if you're Hayden). Then the rest of the characters from Sesame Street appeared in their bright and colorful costumes. After the characters came out, we were introduced to "Jenny" the Music teacher for the afternoon, who was waiting on her truck to arrive to Sesame Street with all of her musical instruments in it. As she waited and waited and became sad sometimes that her truck wasn't there, Elmo and the rest of the crew we trying to find ways to cheer her up and keep her mind off of things. This is where the number and letter of the day come in, "J" and "8". The "Count" counted and sang about the number 8, as did everyone else about the number and letter "J". Through out the show, Hayden was sitting on the edge of his seat waiting for the next dance move and song. He was glued to the show practically the whole time, the other times he was stuffing his face with Cheerios and Gummy Worms, that his smart mommy brought so we wouldn't have to pay 10 bucks for 2 pieces of &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkfkpTbh6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/PkXpqcH5OEs/s1600-h/DSC02269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262772353982236578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkfkpTbh6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/PkXpqcH5OEs/s320/DSC02269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;popcorn (Pop Pop Corn). Then comes intermission, Heaven forbid we go the whole show without a break, and we didn't. This is when Hayden gets antsy and wants to show out Hayden style. Jeff takes him for a short walk and brings him back in time for the second half and Hayden is no longer interested in the production, about 5 minutes passes and he's okay again, because I give him more food (he gets it honestly... from his Daddy haha). All in all we had a fabulous time watching ou little man, actually sit still, and enjoy a major production such as this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-7789121963492858766?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/7789121963492858766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=7789121963492858766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7789121963492858766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/7789121963492858766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/sesame-street-live.html' title='Sesame Street Live'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SQkflO3epbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iJwuABK89fw/s72-c/DSC02271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-8220463973425056223</id><published>2008-10-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:13:23.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Organic Food</title><content type='html'>As I'm trying to stick to the new "eating habits" (we can't call it a diet or it's no fun) of no dairy, or lite dairy, I go to the store Friday and pick up some new things I wanted to try. One of them was "the Laughing Cow" cheese, the cheese is in the cheese and dairy section but it is Lite. I bought the lite, original swiss cheese and took it home and tried it on my 1 apple for the day for my snack and LOVED it! This is my new snack from here on out, even if I eat it on wheat thins or something of the sort it is great! The other thing I bought was NO DAIRY icecream, it was called "Purely Decadent, Chocalate Obsession" it didn't have milk in it, but it was soy. This stuff is to die for, I let Jeff have a taste before I told him what it was, and he LOVED it and wanted all of it. It is in the organic section of the grocery store, needless to say, I will be shopping in the Organic section a lot more in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-8220463973425056223?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/8220463973425056223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=8220463973425056223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8220463973425056223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8220463973425056223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/organic-food.html' title='Organic Food'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-1936684098665296776</id><published>2008-10-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:06:50.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah!</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written in a couple of days, and it hasn't been due to laziness this time. I have been sick since Wednesday and have not felt like this in a long time, if ever. So Wednesday I am begging Jeff to come home as early as possible while trying to round up a little help on the side. When is finally able to come home I am outside with Hayden wrapped up in my house coat, sweat pants, socks and house shoes, before this I was in the bed under the covers in all of this garb while Hayden was napping. After he comes home I pull out the thermometer and have a slight fever, nothing to fret about, 100.8, so I lay back in the bed and wish I had some chicken noodle soup. Meanwhile, my sweet mama is whipping me up a batch of homemade chicken noodle soup to eat the next day. I was a lot better the next day and I still say it's because of the chicken noodle soup :o). Moving forward to Saturday, we go to Elmo (saving the story for a later blog) and then an Office Party right after that where I am outside most of the time. After feeling better the day before, I go home after this party and feel worse (I know, I was outside the whole time). I woke up this morning and hated to sit up because the pain in my throat is so great and then open my mouth to talk and it's nothing but a whisper. Needless to say, Jeff is LOVING his life right now, because he doesn't have a nagging wife, well not a loud one anyway. My crazy father-in-law told him that I needed to tell the doctor tomorrow that he wanted whatever it was that made me unable to talk bottled up so he could sale it to all of the women in the world, probably also to give it to the two in his house haha. So Pappy, I will see what I can do tomorrow because I want to sale it to all of the men as well. Wow, think about that, we would have a perfect world after that! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-1936684098665296776?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/1936684098665296776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=1936684098665296776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/1936684098665296776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/1936684098665296776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6711846044626525569</id><published>2008-10-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:38:11.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta and Fries, Oh my!!!</title><content type='html'>About 2 months ago I went to the doctor for just some congestion and allergy stuff... well, of course they wanted to weight me, like that had anything to do with my allergies! After whining and complaining I was forced onto the scale and wasn't able to take my shoes off and we ALL know that the shoes adds at least 10 pounds to everything haha! Anyway, after leaving the doctors offices with my prescriptions weighing me down and the weight on the scales getting me down even further I decided I needed a change. Skipping ahead a couple of months, I finally broke down and went to my trainer at the gym and told her I needed help. Not just with workouts but with my diet. So here I am looking at this itty, bitty, skinny, cute, little, lady of course older than me so I felt worse, and she's about to tell ME what to do and EAT. Yeah, I was alright with that until we started talking about my eating habits. Any of you who know me well enough know that I like my pasta and french fries!!! I know what you're thinking, "Well that's your problem right there fatty, lay off the carbs!" guess what, you're wrong!!!!! I also love grapes and bananas and she told me to lay off of those also because of all of the sugars. So here I am with a fridge full of "healthy" groceries, so I thought, and now I have to eat all of that (hehe) before I can go and purchase MORE healthy stuff. All in all, it was a GREAT workout and I left feeling better about myself, also a good bit sore, but I will strive to my goal of loosing 10 pounds by Thanksgiving. She did tell me that this was an achievable and healthy goal so I know I can do this. Keep me and Jeff in your prayers, because if I don't kill Jeff because of my new eating habits he is bound to kill me because of my grumpiness due to the lack of pasta and fries in my new "EATING HABITS".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-6711846044626525569?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6711846044626525569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6711846044626525569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6711846044626525569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6711846044626525569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/pasta-and-fries-oh-my.html' title='Pasta and Fries, Oh my!!!'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-8084517768162894704</id><published>2008-10-20T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:45:15.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPztz5JT_GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M92OjHbqWCc/s1600-h/Chicken+Little+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPztz5JT_GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M92OjHbqWCc/s320/Chicken+Little+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259339940630887522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the fall festivities here and the holidays right around the corner I started thinking about Halloween. I'm not much on halloween, but don't want the kid to be left out of all the fun and candy on Halloween. However, he STILL does not have a costume and Jeff will be in a rage if Hayden has to go as "Chicken Little" again. Yes, I said Chicken Little, this is what he was last year due to my procrastination and Jeff wasn't in the least bit happy about it, I on the other hand thought he was the cutest chicken I had ever seen. Hopefully, the guard base will help me out a little bit and get their shipment of supplies in on time and I can go get a flight suit and Hayden can be daddy for halloween. Keep your fingers crossed (for Jeff's sake anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-8084517768162894704?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/8084517768162894704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=8084517768162894704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8084517768162894704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/8084517768162894704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPztz5JT_GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M92OjHbqWCc/s72-c/Chicken+Little+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-9212734052538209557</id><published>2008-10-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:51:06.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This kid is hilarious!</title><content type='html'>Last night as we're eating our left overs for Sunday dinner, Jeff and Hayden are sitting at the table while I am... oh I don't remember. Anyway, Hayden is apparently finished eating when he is no longer eating but playing in his food. As he is playing he looks at his food and says, "hey sausage" a few minutes later he says, "hey fish fies" (also known as french fries) "hey chicken, hey milk" after all of this Jeff and I are bent over we are laughing so hard at the kid, as Hayden looks up and just grins his biggest grin and laughs at himself, we've got to get this kid out more. This was by far one of the funniest things I've seen and heard in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-9212734052538209557?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/9212734052538209557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=9212734052538209557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/9212734052538209557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/9212734052538209557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-kid-is-hilarious.html' title='This kid is hilarious!'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021249598090031675.post-6251133974132757417</id><published>2008-10-19T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:04:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace and Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SP41pkOMd_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Qp34Pa-RSnM/s1600-h/Sunday+nap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SP41pkOMd_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Qp34Pa-RSnM/s320/Sunday+nap.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259700403029440498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Hayden are both asleep... in my bed... meaning I have little toes in my face and the cute little munchkin at the end of those cute little toes is fast asleep... on my side of the bed. So I thought I would take this time to start my first blog. That's right, my FIRST blog EVER, so deal with me people and help me out with any suggestions when you think of them. I decided that I wanted to start the blog for family members and friends to keep up with the Little Family, hence the URL name "littleothis". I hope you guys enjoy reading what I write and find some humor in some things as well. In my household there is very little that goes on without a comical moment, especially with a growing (quickly) 2 year old boy in the house and a 29 year old boy as well (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now, I'm sure there will be many more in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE guides me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandie Little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021249598090031675-6251133974132757417?l=littleothis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/feeds/6251133974132757417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021249598090031675&amp;postID=6251133974132757417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6251133974132757417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021249598090031675/posts/default/6251133974132757417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleothis.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace-and-quiet.html' title='Peace and Quiet'/><author><name>Suburban Housewife... Not so much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489056496256779482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SPlzdFk9CgI/AAAAAAAAABU/y_C0ZoyfJTg/S220/Family+Pics+051_edited_edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJQc6TeGa9g/SP41pkOMd_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Qp34Pa-RSnM/s72-c/Sunday+nap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
