<?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-8862957776736080014</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:31:06.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Gracie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-671904703025465425</id><published>2011-05-13T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:00:36.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVZS8ZCYH0A/TdCS7SVnTQI/AAAAAAAABMY/4HkL6HAnftY/s1600/bulletin%2Bboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607143083308698882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVZS8ZCYH0A/TdCS7SVnTQI/AAAAAAAABMY/4HkL6HAnftY/s400/bulletin%2Bboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When will the tears stop? I am so overcome with emotion I can hardly see straight. It all started last Monday when Gracie’s teachers put up the “yearbook” style bulletin board (see photo). At that moment, it struck me. . .this is it! We will not walk these halls, see these same faces or be in the classroom that took Gracie from baby to big girl. This is it. Regrettably, it is the end of a season that I have so often wished away. The last 5 years have been the most incredible time of my life. The opportunity to watch the child that grew in my womb turn in to a loving, kind, smart young lady has been truly priceless. We have had good times and bad, but every day was a blessing. In three months, my constant companion will be moving on. I will not have her shining face and silly songs to “drive me nuts”, nor will I have that soft, tiny hand in mine every time I go to the store. How do mothers do this? I don’t know that I can let go. I feel like my heart is ripping it two! I have so many regrets. Why didn’t I stop and play more? Why were silly little things such a big deal? The time has passed and I can’t get it back. . .Oh, dear Jesus, please do not let me miss one single moment this summer. Let me cherish each second. . .this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-671904703025465425?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/671904703025465425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=671904703025465425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/671904703025465425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/671904703025465425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-it.html' title='This is it. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVZS8ZCYH0A/TdCS7SVnTQI/AAAAAAAABMY/4HkL6HAnftY/s72-c/bulletin%2Bboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3124368170893794790</id><published>2011-04-24T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:39:48.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful weekend. . .family, friends and Jesus! Here are a few photos from our egg party, Easter Morning and dinner &amp;amp; hunt at Aunt Sue and Uncle Gary's house. . . &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607150016120073250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIto1gScdf0/TdCZO1EprCI/AAAAAAAABNg/CbJfMEwxGwU/s400/Easter%2B1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607152155622777986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hK-N0K9X-HQ/TdCbLXV2JII/AAAAAAAABN4/Oocl_ZUEAJA/s400/Easter%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnQVTD6thvE/TdCY1m9ZYeI/AAAAAAAABNQ/34_u2i3OwrQ/s1600/Easter%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607149582834819554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnQVTD6thvE/TdCY1m9ZYeI/AAAAAAAABNQ/34_u2i3OwrQ/s400/Easter%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWgs1fItpSs/TdCY1UcNHII/AAAAAAAABNI/MURBrcAmZd8/s1600/Easter%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607149577863765122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWgs1fItpSs/TdCY1UcNHII/AAAAAAAABNI/MURBrcAmZd8/s400/Easter%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Db7s9hBVHes/TdCY06pj7XI/AAAAAAAABM4/ycuyC8ABpCs/s1600/Easter%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607149570940464498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Db7s9hBVHes/TdCY06pj7XI/AAAAAAAABM4/ycuyC8ABpCs/s400/Easter%2B7.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/8862957776736080014-3124368170893794790?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3124368170893794790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3124368170893794790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3124368170893794790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3124368170893794790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIto1gScdf0/TdCZO1EprCI/AAAAAAAABNg/CbJfMEwxGwU/s72-c/Easter%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8804381152851032000</id><published>2011-04-23T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:15:28.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you see it. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now you see it. . .now you don't! Gracie lost her first tooth today! Two weeks ago the dentist let us know she had a loose tooth. After several days of hard work, she resorted to Daddy and a pair of tweezers! As awful as that sounds, it was just hanging on by a thread. . .but I will admit, she was WAY braver than I ever was! It's unbelievable how different she looks. . .how "big" she looks:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145522709038002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcRPIq1uvA0/TdCVJRz-g7I/AAAAAAAABMw/mxIDLHCaQjM/s400/tooth%2B1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh0YGBiLKcI/TdCVJGVNhZI/AAAAAAAABMo/CQUc8YqvxCU/s1600/tooth%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145519627208082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh0YGBiLKcI/TdCVJGVNhZI/AAAAAAAABMo/CQUc8YqvxCU/s400/tooth%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the big event, we went to another "big event". . .Lindsey and Jake's engagement party! We all had a wonderful time celebrating. . .and showing off her "tooth". On the way home she was very concerned about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy coming to the house at the same time:) Fortunately, we all crashed when we got home. . .and the Tooth Fairy came early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccXoYuV_HJ0/TdCVIpU8GgI/AAAAAAAABMg/ddE2Dup8aXg/s1600/tooth%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145511841438210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccXoYuV_HJ0/TdCVIpU8GgI/AAAAAAAABMg/ddE2Dup8aXg/s400/tooth%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8804381152851032000?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8804381152851032000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8804381152851032000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8804381152851032000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8804381152851032000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2011/04/now-you-see-it.html' title='Now you see it. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VcRPIq1uvA0/TdCVJRz-g7I/AAAAAAAABMw/mxIDLHCaQjM/s72-c/tooth%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-5957875158595420015</id><published>2011-04-18T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:42:21.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Bunny. . .</title><content type='html'>Tonight at the dinner table Gracie announced "The Easter Bunny is just a guy dressed up in a bunny costume." I don't get it. . .she's scared to death of the tooth fairy coming in to the house, but somehow a big creepy guy in a bunny suit is o.k.??? Thank goodness she's got this one all wrong:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-5957875158595420015?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5957875158595420015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=5957875158595420015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5957875158595420015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5957875158595420015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-bunny.html' title='The Easter Bunny. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-422183709425260001</id><published>2011-04-07T18:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:00:32.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie's 5th Birthday Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>What a fun way to start off Gracie's 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday celebration! We had a 70's party (thanks be to "Julie" her 70's American Girl Doll) at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; and Poppy's house; there was disco music, freeze dance, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt; die craft and fondue to eat. Plus, the end of the party had an extra-special surprise. . .see the video below (make sure to pause the music player before watching the videos). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grand arrival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-127f9d5e8325e6ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D127f9d5e8325e6ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A85F7C426F845815B3F3B69C1650B47D1D51857.67129455BB8190D112DF8A75C5356546CEB882D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D127f9d5e8325e6ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1_ngz9-St_Bf5Nu4ACVSftHnkmY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D127f9d5e8325e6ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A85F7C426F845815B3F3B69C1650B47D1D51857.67129455BB8190D112DF8A75C5356546CEB882D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D127f9d5e8325e6ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1_ngz9-St_Bf5Nu4ACVSftHnkmY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQn9ygeWDEM/TZ5U7kcPM7I/AAAAAAAABLg/pZZkSZc_8zM/s1600/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCIa6a77XNg/TZ5U6VZKthI/AAAAAAAABLI/02JPbowMfs4/s1600/bd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593001148392584722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCIa6a77XNg/TZ5U6VZKthI/AAAAAAAABLI/02JPbowMfs4/s400/bd4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Btfo4PLPbs0/TZ5U51jtHCI/AAAAAAAABLA/nB14IY6Ks3c/s1600/bd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593001139846847522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Btfo4PLPbs0/TZ5U51jtHCI/AAAAAAAABLA/nB14IY6Ks3c/s400/bd5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ea00ba74b3c1e2d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ea00ba74b3c1e2d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C747D0B2A05717F504B87681888EC93513F652C.5F8959A76D02B678505557B3BD8C68E9C3220B35%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ea00ba74b3c1e2d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxT6s5XXGp1WZ5hUYoDLuqnRrr1k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ea00ba74b3c1e2d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C747D0B2A05717F504B87681888EC93513F652C.5F8959A76D02B678505557B3BD8C68E9C3220B35%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ea00ba74b3c1e2d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxT6s5XXGp1WZ5hUYoDLuqnRrr1k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the party we had a special phone call from the "big cheese". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b5f766242dbc13b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b5f766242dbc13b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ABE9926BB36C5E03579832ECDCC12E4F1A4744C.16F4A2E6E8E69A498B44C37DC47A18396921E93C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b5f766242dbc13b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJlOIIGysE-83zxvExxbckMIerhc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b5f766242dbc13b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ABE9926BB36C5E03579832ECDCC12E4F1A4744C.16F4A2E6E8E69A498B44C37DC47A18396921E93C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b5f766242dbc13b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJlOIIGysE-83zxvExxbckMIerhc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night we had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tradtional&lt;/span&gt; "Red Robbins" Birthday dinner and hit the sack early to be ready for our VERY early morning!&lt;/p&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/8862957776736080014-422183709425260001?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/422183709425260001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=422183709425260001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/422183709425260001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/422183709425260001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2011/04/gracies-5th-birthday-extravaganza.html' title='Gracie&apos;s 5th Birthday Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQn9ygeWDEM/TZ5U7kcPM7I/AAAAAAAABLg/pZZkSZc_8zM/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-964500724864949009</id><published>2011-04-07T17:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:04:35.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well. . .I'm back. . .</title><content type='html'>Last week something made me think to come to the blog to have music on while I was cooking dinner. As I was explaining to Gracie what this site was all about, she said "I have my own blog?" and told her that I used to write down all of the funny things she did and said and she replied "You should do it again!" Quite frankly, those words have haunted me this week. Tonight, getting ready to make dinner, I came back for music. Instead, I've sat and read the first year, looked at photos and been blown away by the early videos. My heart is sad that I am missing the last year. Now is such a crazy time, but I can't miss out on this once in a lifetime opportunity. In 4 months, Gracie will start school. . .all day, every day. So, I will do my best to add pictures and stories. . .and maybe I'll even add a few thoughts on the last year! I must say, this blog is my most precious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;. . .it almost brings me to tears. I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-964500724864949009?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/964500724864949009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=964500724864949009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/964500724864949009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/964500724864949009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-im-back.html' title='Well. . .I&apos;m back. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8511736368672892343</id><published>2010-01-25T20:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:09:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>What a fun day! We started off bright and early with Birthday french toast as we ran out the door for school. She took cupcakes for her class and was fused over by all of the teachers. Momma AND Daddy picked her up from school and headed to Buffalo Boyd's for lunch. We've been celebrating for many days, but she knew she still had one more present from us. When we got home a shiny pink Barbie bicycle was waiting! She had a blast riding her new Big Girl Bike (which has a miniature bike for Barbie) even though it was frigid outside. I think she must have gone around the driveway at least 100 times! Fortunately, Daddy was willing to participate in the parade and the "pretend like I'm your neighbor and you don't see me coming until you hear my bell" game. Tonight, Daddy grilled steaks (which is still her favorite meal) and we sang one more round on the last cupcake from school. Tomorrow will be the party at Build-a-Bear, which will surely bring more photos! So as I close out another year with my sweet Amazing Grace, many things have changed, but even more hold true. This year has brought ballet, potty training, power-struggles, bravery, swimming, school, friendships, writing, crafting, cooking, "I can do it" and "I've got it" 's, Barbie Dolls and Disney World. Monumental? Yes. The key take-away? No. The past year has strengthened and solidified her personality. I am actually able to imagine what she'll be like in 5, 10 or 15 years. She has only continued to become more kind, sweet and loving. She is very sensitive and concerned for those around her. . .family, friends or strangers. She is still incredibly verbal. . .I will often laugh out loud in the middle of our conversations. Just last week she told one of her friends that what she said "hurt her feelings and so she was going to be speechless!" I guess this is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; time to mention is still has a flair for the dramatic:) She loves to help and be involved with whatever Mommy and Daddy are doing and is actually getting to the point of "productive" with the duster:) She still eats Mac and cheese and chicken nuggets whenever possible, but has finally taken to fresh fruits and veggies. She dances and sings all day long, now making up her own lyrics. The amazing part is they are often really good:) Sadly for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt;, it is only a matter of time before she demands a Hip Hop or Poms class! Nothing will ever come between this girl and her books. To save Mommy's sanity, we finally put a bookshelf in her bedroom. Her love of animals became apparent at Christmas when most of the gifts were of the "furry nature". Her newest companion is Ginger. . .the Furreal cat. I swear she thinks it's real. . ."just one that Mommy is not "lairgic" to". She spends a lot of time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' on Denver and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beaux&lt;/span&gt;. Fortunately, Dewie (her grandparents &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Labradoodle&lt;/span&gt;) has become one of her favorite pass times. When she stayed with us a few weeks ago, it was not unusual to see her in a princess crown and "dress". . .and yes, I am referring to the dog:) She also still "wags her booty" when she is really excited. . .I guess that is the one and only downfall of having puppy dogs as siblings! We have had such a great year watching this precious child come in to her own. . .she fills each day with joy, excitement and love. My heart wants to explode every time I "check her covers" at night. I could stand there for hours just watching. The old saying is so true. . .it is like watching your heart beat and live outside of your body. I could not love her any more then I do at this very moment. . .and yet tomorrow will come and somehow the impossible will happen. She will do or say something and once again my heart will burst open making room for more. . .more Amazing Grace! Thank you, Lord. Thank you! They are both truly gifts from above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/S15oKxE0lfI/AAAAAAAABKA/K8XHi3tz4LI/s1600-h/four.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430892734836938226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/S15oKxE0lfI/AAAAAAAABKA/K8XHi3tz4LI/s400/four.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/S15oJ4LPJcI/AAAAAAAABJw/f0Ug01lB7f4/s1600-h/bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430892719563023810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/S15oJ4LPJcI/AAAAAAAABJw/f0Ug01lB7f4/s400/bike.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/S15oJZAbohI/AAAAAAAABJo/t7uX8WdIGnM/s1600-h/cupcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430892711196205586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/S15oJZAbohI/AAAAAAAABJo/t7uX8WdIGnM/s400/cupcake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8511736368672892343?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8511736368672892343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8511736368672892343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8511736368672892343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8511736368672892343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-4th-birthday.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/S15oKxE0lfI/AAAAAAAABKA/K8XHi3tz4LI/s72-c/four.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7987958755840195897</id><published>2009-12-25T21:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:31:38.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>'Twas the Night of Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. . .but the computer mouse:) What an awesome day! From watching her peek out of her bedroom, see the stockings and then CHARGE down the hall to our room. . .to the excitement over each gift (especially the bath fizzies from Lala). . .to watching her read the gift tags and deliver the presents. . .to her sweet prayer at dinner thanking Jesus for coming to this earth. . .it has been a truly blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;The tree. . .pre Gracie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWuHAeptI/AAAAAAAABJY/CKUJ5DpxeFc/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403445509465810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWuHAeptI/AAAAAAAABJY/CKUJ5DpxeFc/s400/Christmas+Tree.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note from Santa Claus. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWtwGgHFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/r7VWXNoh03c/s1600-h/Christmas+Santa+Letter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403439360711762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWtwGgHFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/r7VWXNoh03c/s400/Christmas+Santa+Letter.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie with her things from Santa. . .(when she realized Santa brought Hannah Montana Flip Flops she ran straight to her room to put on her "morning clothes" ~ a Hannah tee shirt and pink pants. . .so much for the adorable Christmas Morning Jammies!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWtfxuROI/AAAAAAAABJI/8pE7a09EitA/s1600-h/Christmas+Santa+Gifts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403434978591970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWtfxuROI/AAAAAAAABJI/8pE7a09EitA/s400/Christmas+Santa+Gifts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have any idea what she just opened, but this was the reaction almost every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWsojffJI/AAAAAAAABI4/L_L9NoqHHE8/s1600-h/Christmas+Gifts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403420154952850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWsojffJI/AAAAAAAABI4/L_L9NoqHHE8/s400/Christmas+Gifts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of the animals. . .FurrReal Cat named Ginger, Barbie Lab named Belle and last but not least. . .the Barbie Pet Vet Center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWtPvBrtI/AAAAAAAABJA/byDeh9LZzOM/s1600-h/Pet+Vet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403430672314066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWtPvBrtI/AAAAAAAABJA/byDeh9LZzOM/s400/Pet+Vet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Beaux has finally met his match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVeV8C6SI/AAAAAAAABIw/lTEe1pVsoZU/s1600-h/Ginger+and+Beaux.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402075127867682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVeV8C6SI/AAAAAAAABIw/lTEe1pVsoZU/s400/Ginger+and+Beaux.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet precious NeNe (in her new pink and white polka dot collar) outside in the 5 degree weather smokin' a brisket with Daddy! This is the perfect example of loyalty and devotion! Oh how we love you, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVeIR-CjI/AAAAAAAABIo/xquxOfst7rM/s1600-h/Nene.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402071461726770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVeIR-CjI/AAAAAAAABIo/xquxOfst7rM/s400/Nene.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Gracie:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWcUQLvDNI/AAAAAAAABJg/34FuU2KdbXg/s1600-h/Plaid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419409598365764818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWcUQLvDNI/AAAAAAAABJg/34FuU2KdbXg/s400/Plaid.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The perfect ending to a perfect day? Poppy's reading of Santa Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVddCXZLI/AAAAAAAABIY/3RRBSSLU9n4/s1600-h/Santa+Mouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402059853554866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVddCXZLI/AAAAAAAABIY/3RRBSSLU9n4/s400/Santa+Mouse.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all. . .and to all a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVdMFLRdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/tQwPL4z8GS0/s1600-h/Chrstmas+Jammies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402055301940690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWVdMFLRdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/tQwPL4z8GS0/s400/Chrstmas+Jammies.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7987958755840195897?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7987958755840195897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7987958755840195897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7987958755840195897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7987958755840195897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SzWWuHAeptI/AAAAAAAABJY/CKUJ5DpxeFc/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-590636525064176998</id><published>2009-12-21T08:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:50:03.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wishes from Gracie. . .</title><content type='html'>Here is a special Christmas wish from Gracie. . .&lt;br /&gt;You'll want to pause (II) the Playlist at the very bottom of the page and then press the arrow to play. Merry Christmas. . .to you and your "kids":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c38789d44949543" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c38789d44949543%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2059A778E04B807E8B604D490969A29DAB84536F.27D3A03BBA5064367DDD4D4E2C59EED53949741%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c38789d44949543%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFZJ8QVwJesOk5eB1EdjVBILfDjo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c38789d44949543%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2059A778E04B807E8B604D490969A29DAB84536F.27D3A03BBA5064367DDD4D4E2C59EED53949741%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c38789d44949543%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFZJ8QVwJesOk5eB1EdjVBILfDjo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other photos from this fall. . .&lt;br /&gt;Gracie picking out her pumpkin. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jtOPBROI/AAAAAAAABII/57KNdDNqkOc/s1600-h/p1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728874060530914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jtOPBROI/AAAAAAAABII/57KNdDNqkOc/s400/p1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Little Mermaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jsgqsqHI/AAAAAAAABH4/tP4TexiUj6o/s1600-h/ff3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728861828589682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jsgqsqHI/AAAAAAAABH4/tP4TexiUj6o/s400/ff3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE of the rounds of cake walk at the Fall Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jsY_zGQI/AAAAAAAABHw/aeD-acQGOx4/s1600-h/ff2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728859769608450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jsY_zGQI/AAAAAAAABHw/aeD-acQGOx4/s400/ff2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_57DVoI/AAAAAAAABHo/nOawinSDvqE/s1600-h/ff1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417726996002330242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_57DVoI/AAAAAAAABHo/nOawinSDvqE/s400/ff1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and "Uncle" Mike trying to make Gracie feel better when she was  upset about not having  tricker-treaters. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jtLvtNiI/AAAAAAAABIA/-bRoK7JyAa8/s1600-h/h1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728873392322082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jtLvtNiI/AAAAAAAABIA/-bRoK7JyAa8/s400/h1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Castle Rock Star Lighting. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The baby camel at the live nativity scene. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_vF6y6I/AAAAAAAABHg/zEi1BQ-BVrg/s1600-h/sl4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417726993095117730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_vF6y6I/AAAAAAAABHg/zEi1BQ-BVrg/s400/sl4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-4-3-2-1. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_QQ5gTI/AAAAAAAABHY/8QXxf96VUGU/s1600-h/sl3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417726984819671346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_QQ5gTI/AAAAAAAABHY/8QXxf96VUGU/s400/sl3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie, Trinity and Amber trying to stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_F8AS4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/vytzwfMiLNI/s1600-h/sl2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417726982047681410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h_F8AS4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/vytzwfMiLNI/s400/sl2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h-76dFyI/AAAAAAAABHI/asep9tE2-cU/s1600-h/sl1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417726979356825378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-h-76dFyI/AAAAAAAABHI/asep9tE2-cU/s400/sl1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to the North Pole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie and Alyssa in Santa's sleigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-bb9qX1LI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ru824xVuH_I/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719781461054642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-bb9qX1LI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ru824xVuH_I/s400/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie's first time on Santa's lap. . .thanks for the help Alyssa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-bbokQefI/AAAAAAAABG4/tBjBKbc2mvg/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719775798262258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-bbokQefI/AAAAAAAABG4/tBjBKbc2mvg/s400/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a full blown conversation. . . the result. . .a Barbie Dollhouse and Hannah Montana Flip Flops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-bbclCpLI/AAAAAAAABGw/p6FwMREHi6Q/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719772580324530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-bbclCpLI/AAAAAAAABGw/p6FwMREHi6Q/s400/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie riding Rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-baw5H5fI/AAAAAAAABGo/7YSkz1tP0mY/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719760853394930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-baw5H5fI/AAAAAAAABGo/7YSkz1tP0mY/s400/1.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-590636525064176998?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/590636525064176998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=590636525064176998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/590636525064176998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/590636525064176998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishes-from-gracie.html' title='Christmas wishes from Gracie. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sy-jtOPBROI/AAAAAAAABII/57KNdDNqkOc/s72-c/p1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-62970390795286598</id><published>2009-12-16T20:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:24:33.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Videos. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These are a few of my favorite videos:)  If you want to watch, make sure to press pause (II) on the Playlist at the very bottom of the page and then click the small arrow in the lower left of each video. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video shows Gracie being turned in to a real fairy. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b44262f602e4e643" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63ddab6919093380%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D550A2D9DE265FE0723971321CC97C717336B59D8.85C5DB3A69A3BA7AFA031B8A600C401DAE57592C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63ddab6919093380%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTzF9Wdp2VUjO-1itaz8sByfhdJ4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63ddab6919093380%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D550A2D9DE265FE0723971321CC97C717336B59D8.85C5DB3A69A3BA7AFA031B8A600C401DAE57592C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63ddab6919093380%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTzF9Wdp2VUjO-1itaz8sByfhdJ4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I am having a problem uploading the video from the Biergarten where she was selected from a large group of children to turn on the Christmas Tree lights.  It is one of those moments that we'll think of every time we talk about Disney!  Hopefully I'll figure something out. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-62970390795286598?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/62970390795286598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=62970390795286598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/62970390795286598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/62970390795286598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/disney-videos.html' title='Disney Videos. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-870849869837461895</id><published>2009-12-16T10:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:35:12.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykaDEDtzTI/AAAAAAAABGg/iFK75lbZDXY/s1600-h/pj+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888666820988210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykaDEDtzTI/AAAAAAAABGg/iFK75lbZDXY/s400/pj+day.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, to have been a fly on the wall today! Gracie's class is having a pajama party. . .she was so excited (along with all of the other kids)! I think she must have asked 100 questions about what it would be like. She was thrilled when she saw her teachers dressed up and even had to comment on the one wearing "Chip and Dale"! I could not be happier with this school! The teachers and curriculum are awesome! Now I need to come up with a some fun ideas to keep us busy for the next 3 weeks. . .they make it look so easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-870849869837461895?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/870849869837461895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=870849869837461895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/870849869837461895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/870849869837461895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/pajama-party.html' title='Pajama Party!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykaDEDtzTI/AAAAAAAABGg/iFK75lbZDXY/s72-c/pj+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7729804759770395356</id><published>2009-12-15T21:07:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:21:13.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.k., I know it has been a really long time since my last post. The past few months have been fabulous. . .and busy. I won't blame it all on schedule. . .quite honestly it was more about a mental block than lack of time or material. I have tons of great pictures to show that we did not drop off the face of the earth, but there is nothing, or no one that can snap you out of a block like DISNEY! We just returned home from an amazing trip to Orlando. It will go down as one of the best weeks of my life! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; and I have always loved going to Disney, but watching your precious baby experience it for the first time. . .well, I don't have words to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; it! She was so good!  She waited patiently in lines, knew exactly what she wanted to do (and not do ~ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. Pirate's and Peter Pan) and had NO melt downs!  Granted she rode on Daddy's shoulders for 5 days straight and got ALMOST everything she wanted, but she did so much better than I could have even hoped!  I know that the pictures go on and on (and on), but how can you narrow down 800 "keepers" in to one blog? I have a handful of video clips that are absolutely priceless ~ I will try to upload them tomorrow.  So, in the spirit of Disney. . .I hope you have a magical day!  Enjoy!  &lt;div&gt;Day 1 ~ Magic Kingdom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie and Daddy on the way out the door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqXiWfgaI/AAAAAAAABFg/Zt1cznhrL-c/s1600-h/d2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415695504503701922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqXiWfgaI/AAAAAAAABFg/Zt1cznhrL-c/s400/d2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of gratitude and sugar as we board the monorail:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqXFvRiQI/AAAAAAAABFY/4vCiITtp_X0/s1600-h/d3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415695496823015682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqXFvRiQI/AAAAAAAABFY/4vCiITtp_X0/s400/d3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the Magic Kingdom for the first time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqW0n-ADI/AAAAAAAABFQ/78XBij48hTs/s1600-h/d4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415695492228972594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqW0n-ADI/AAAAAAAABFQ/78XBij48hTs/s400/d4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first glimpse of "Main Street USA" and Cinderella's Castle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqWQ2t40I/AAAAAAAABFI/BXqFQjbgOqo/s1600-h/d5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415695482627154754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqWQ2t40I/AAAAAAAABFI/BXqFQjbgOqo/s400/d5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweetly waiting in line to meet her first Character. . .the Fairy Godmother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqWFgSeKI/AAAAAAAABFA/IHnKuuZlodc/s1600-h/d6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415695479580293282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqWFgSeKI/AAAAAAAABFA/IHnKuuZlodc/s400/d6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewing ("like Momma") at Minne's house. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoO4C3D1I/AAAAAAAABE4/qoCtC7pVBho/s1600-h/d7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415693156684861266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoO4C3D1I/AAAAAAAABE4/qoCtC7pVBho/s400/d7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book? Check. Pen? Check. Excitement? TRIPLE CHECK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time Cinderella, Princess Aurora and Belle are the prize!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoOn3gYmI/AAAAAAAABEw/SM89i5fjsLE/s1600-h/d8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415693152342270562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoOn3gYmI/AAAAAAAABEw/SM89i5fjsLE/s400/d8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl (and her momma &amp;amp; daddy) LOVES &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller coasters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoOcqX9RI/AAAAAAAABEo/UZ24vJTP2xY/s1600-h/d9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415693149334402322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoOcqX9RI/AAAAAAAABEo/UZ24vJTP2xY/s400/d9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prince Charming and his NOT SLEEPING Beauty! Yes, we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rollin&lt;/span&gt;' right through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoNyfI_PI/AAAAAAAABEg/sdjKxxwHqbw/s1600-h/d10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415693138012994802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoNyfI_PI/AAAAAAAABEg/sdjKxxwHqbw/s400/d10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie's first Disney parade. . .her face speaks for itself. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi3qoXMoI/AAAAAAAABEQ/oJy-KPzeIxg/s1600-h/d11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687260388930178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi3qoXMoI/AAAAAAAABEQ/oJy-KPzeIxg/s400/d11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 ~ More Magic Kingdom and the EPCOT Candlelight Procession&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi2xaE3AI/AAAAAAAABEA/FeZ39fS_NHc/s1600-h/d14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687245028187138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi2xaE3AI/AAAAAAAABEA/FeZ39fS_NHc/s400/d14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All time favorite ride. . .Splash Mountain! She did not like the slow, dark parts, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would take the plunge all day long! She loved that her hair got wet:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoNfKoTjI/AAAAAAAABEY/XVExcJ3znZU/s1600-h/d12a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415693132826693170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhoNfKoTjI/AAAAAAAABEY/XVExcJ3znZU/s400/d12a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell. . .enough said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi2sYoEiI/AAAAAAAABD4/jimGbV4Bkxg/s1600-h/d15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687243679928866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi2sYoEiI/AAAAAAAABD4/jimGbV4Bkxg/s400/d15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Danicin&lt;/span&gt;' with Daddy in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biergarten&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhyBRdB4PI/AAAAAAAABFo/1b54Pv6dTfI/s1600-h/d13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415703918103617778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhyBRdB4PI/AAAAAAAABFo/1b54Pv6dTfI/s400/d13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 ~ Animal Kingdom and Mickey's Very Special Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to meet Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Chip &amp;amp; Dale, Donald and Pocahontas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi2ESb1UI/AAAAAAAABDw/FMgEbp7nQsY/s1600-h/d16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687232916542786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhi2ESb1UI/AAAAAAAABDw/FMgEbp7nQsY/s400/d16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Street USA at Mickey's Christmas Party. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, snow in 65 degree weather is so much better than snow in -17 degree weather. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is what we escaped while in Florida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh5Y0YKjI/AAAAAAAABDo/33D40qlyCTo/s1600-h/d17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415686190455597618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh5Y0YKjI/AAAAAAAABDo/33D40qlyCTo/s400/d17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody does it like Disney. . .the castle was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh5MLaaGI/AAAAAAAABDg/ouOzoTzNUSg/s1600-h/d18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415686187062552674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh5MLaaGI/AAAAAAAABDg/ouOzoTzNUSg/s400/d18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the "umpteen" over-the-top shows. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh41S2c8I/AAAAAAAABDY/5oXBF1xzZm4/s1600-h/d19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415686180919735234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh41S2c8I/AAAAAAAABDY/5oXBF1xzZm4/s400/d19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas parade. . .words can not describe. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh4eu6YdI/AAAAAAAABDQ/m_GHhkVJgmQ/s1600-h/d20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415686174863417810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh4eu6YdI/AAAAAAAABDQ/m_GHhkVJgmQ/s400/d20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 ~ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bibbidi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobbidi&lt;/span&gt; Boutique, Norway Castle for Princess Lunch and EPCOT&lt;br /&gt;At the boutique being transformed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh4JoyA3I/AAAAAAAABDI/qZ6L-EcrMK0/s1600-h/d21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415686169200558962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhh4JoyA3I/AAAAAAAABDI/qZ6L-EcrMK0/s400/d21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgS5rJpHI/AAAAAAAABDA/3EP4nCdl6i4/s1600-h/d22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415684429748741234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgS5rJpHI/AAAAAAAABDA/3EP4nCdl6i4/s400/d22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Gracie with Princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LaLa&lt;/span&gt; and Fancy Minnie. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgSTh1t_I/AAAAAAAABC4/7lF0I71oKqc/s1600-h/d23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415684419509139442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgSTh1t_I/AAAAAAAABC4/7lF0I71oKqc/s400/d23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding out that she was at the castle for a Princess Lunch! This was a PRICELESS moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgR6c63XI/AAAAAAAABCo/aaGNFlHkLko/s1600-h/d25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415684412777618802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgR6c63XI/AAAAAAAABCo/aaGNFlHkLko/s400/d25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgRqCFgaI/AAAAAAAABCg/nIVyk1jOvFE/s1600-h/d26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415684408370102690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhgRqCFgaI/AAAAAAAABCg/nIVyk1jOvFE/s400/d26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Aurora (with Princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt;!). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhfBhuPkDI/AAAAAAAABCY/Ml3xDWvRiFw/s1600-h/d27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415683031749857330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhfBhuPkDI/AAAAAAAABCY/Ml3xDWvRiFw/s400/d27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meeting with Snow White. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhfBAAEDoI/AAAAAAAABCQ/RZXd6pCOupc/s1600-h/d28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415683022697795202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhfBAAEDoI/AAAAAAAABCQ/RZXd6pCOupc/s400/d28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel ("with her legs on"). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhfAxeq1CI/AAAAAAAABCI/YXCAI61L3b8/s1600-h/d29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415683018799633442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhfAxeq1CI/AAAAAAAABCI/YXCAI61L3b8/s400/d29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; in Paris!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syh1bni0e1I/AAAAAAAABFw/vBWmZoOrY-k/s1600-h/d30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415707669244967762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syh1bni0e1I/AAAAAAAABFw/vBWmZoOrY-k/s400/d30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5 ~ Magic Kingdom (one last time) and Hollywood Studios. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing checkers (he even let her win!) while we waited for "ears". . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykMmUt33HI/AAAAAAAABGI/iPdT-nrQWUg/s1600-h/d32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415873879425408114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykMmUt33HI/AAAAAAAABGI/iPdT-nrQWUg/s400/d32.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when Momma goes shopping. . .Daddy wrestles up a private parade with Pluto!  Nice Job, Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykQSzSXXyI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Bp6IDBI6ET4/s1600-h/d33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415877942080659234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykQSzSXXyI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Bp6IDBI6ET4/s400/d33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie's new favorite character ~ Pluto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhd__HPpII/AAAAAAAABBg/jgQPNBggPpU/s1600-h/d34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415681905767982210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhd__HPpII/AAAAAAAABBg/jgQPNBggPpU/s400/d34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BRAND NEW Princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tiana&lt;/span&gt; from Princess and the Frog. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykMl4_4mSI/AAAAAAAABGA/-Axk-cGNGyA/s1600-h/d31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415873871984761122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykMl4_4mSI/AAAAAAAABGA/-Axk-cGNGyA/s400/d31.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie fought for this all week!  "Wishes" (the name of the design) do come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhd_jhkKOI/AAAAAAAABBY/RPwLPYjlxqk/s1600-h/d35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415681898362185954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhd_jhkKOI/AAAAAAAABBY/RPwLPYjlxqk/s400/d35.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most amazing Christmas Light display. . .ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhd_F6JVeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/aXSnGl-O-VU/s1600-h/d36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415681890412221922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Syhd_F6JVeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/aXSnGl-O-VU/s400/d36.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&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/8862957776736080014-7729804759770395356?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7729804759770395356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7729804759770395356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7729804759770395356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7729804759770395356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/disney-world-2009.html' title='Disney World 2009!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SyhqXiWfgaI/AAAAAAAABFg/Zt1cznhrL-c/s72-c/d2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4493232749388227921</id><published>2009-12-13T15:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:22:45.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first glimpse. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykXW5aGevI/AAAAAAAABGY/cXuZYP5la1Y/s1600-h/d1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415885709024590578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykXW5aGevI/AAAAAAAABGY/cXuZYP5la1Y/s400/d1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is Gracie's first glimpse of Cinderella's castle, and your first of our trip to Disney World! I have tons of photos that I will start to download tonight. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4493232749388227921?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4493232749388227921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4493232749388227921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4493232749388227921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4493232749388227921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-picture-is-gracies-first-glimpse-of.html' title='The first glimpse. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SykXW5aGevI/AAAAAAAABGY/cXuZYP5la1Y/s72-c/d1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1689827715136937201</id><published>2009-09-16T21:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:00:55.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day. . .</title><content type='html'>So, today was supposed to be the day I finally posted all of the Rivah pictures ~ unfortunately, it will have to wait. At 4:22 a.m. I was called in to Gracie's room for the 3rd time last night. I can't even recall what she needed on round 1 and 2, but on round 3 it was instantly clear. It has been 3 years, 7 months and 16 days with out the dreaded "middle of the night" stomach virus! My poor, sweet baby sat there scared and confused. She just kept saying "my throat, my throat", and of course, she had no idea what was happening. Praise God that she missed the 25 stuffed animals around her, including both Lalas! Unfortunately, yellow blanket did not fair so well. I stripped off the top covers, cleaned her up with some wipes and cuddled in for the duration. Neither one of us actually slept until 6:30a.m. We went through 2 more "close calls", but she would not give in. She actually handled the event quite well. Thankfully, Amma and Poppy were staying with us, since Daddy was out of town. They actually did not know any of this was going on, but provided some much needed moral support. At least I knew I had instant help, if needed. As I lay cuddled behind her, listening to her little finger "tink" the glass bowl, one of the first things that crossed my mind was that she would have to miss school. I know it is just preschool and that it is normally not a big deal, but not today. . .today was her turn to be the line leader and snack helper! My heart just broke. I was certain she would fall apart when she realized she could not go, but like the little trooper she is, she took it all in stride. She got to do the job on Monday and will get it again on Friday, but after 3 1/2 years, it just stunk that it had to be today. After Amma and Poppy left we slept for several hours with her head leaning up against my chest. It just felt good to feel her breathing and to know that I'd be there if anything else happened. I hate that she went through that alone. . .maybe the lesson for me was to demonstrate I can not be there to protect from all things, at all times. . .even in our own home. Lesson learned. As I think back to the wee morning hours, it was a sweet moment to have one mommy consoling another mommy over their baby's discomfort. I guess if it had to happen (which it was only a matter of time) I am glad that we both had our mommy to help us through! Thank you for always being there for me. . .physically, emotionally and spiritually. I am so grateful for your example. So what did we do after she woke up? First and foremost, we talked to Daddy. Then I made her a bed in the big chair, cuddled her, read to her, made her Chicken Noodle Soup with saltine crackers and spent the entire day focusing on making her feel better. . .just like my mom taught me to do! She seemed to be back to her old self by this afternoon and is now sleeping soundly. There were many precious moments today, but I think my favorite part was listening to her say "It's o.k., Jesus will make me better!". . .and Praise God, He did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-1689827715136937201?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1689827715136937201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1689827715136937201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1689827715136937201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1689827715136937201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7963526135002159765</id><published>2009-09-06T21:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:34:37.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hair Cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After church today, Daddy said he needed a haircut. . .which, of course, meant Gracie did, too! I don't know how we've managed to go 3 3/4 years with out touching those beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; locks, but today was a blast watching her in the chair. Again, she knows that she is "big", so she must behave as such. She sat there, obviously nervous on the inside, but totally stoic on the outside. After the first few seconds she realized how wonderful it is to have someone (other than mommy) do your hair! I don't know if she said more than 3 words the entire time, but she looked like she might fall asleep a few times:) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; mentioned later this afternoon that he was concerned that she has "Mommy's spa gene". Oh, I hope so! I think it is almost time for the first official Momma/Baby Mani/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pedi&lt;/span&gt;! Maybe we'll go to celebrate my birthday in November. . .what a perfect gift! One of my favorite moments today was when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; was watching her in the chair and said "She's so big." It was the same exact sentiment that I expressed in the last blog. . .complete disbelief. . .it almost took his breath away, if not filled his loving eyes with tears. He adores her (and vice versa).  I am so glad that he was there with us today! Of course, here are a few pictures. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR-HvP1uaI/AAAAAAAABA4/g7heM0tLxZg/s1600-h/hc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378562526394300834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR-HvP1uaI/AAAAAAAABA4/g7heM0tLxZg/s400/hc1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR9-3vzljI/AAAAAAAABAw/Fu9kHnh4Bf8/s1600-h/hc2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378562374057039410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR9-3vzljI/AAAAAAAABAw/Fu9kHnh4Bf8/s400/hc2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR9-s1D8SI/AAAAAAAABAo/m_qMoUSl8qs/s1600-h/hc3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378562371126292770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR9-s1D8SI/AAAAAAAABAo/m_qMoUSl8qs/s400/hc3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR9-K90IEI/AAAAAAAABAg/HgXdEmkQmWg/s1600-h/hc4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378562362036199490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR9-K90IEI/AAAAAAAABAg/HgXdEmkQmWg/s400/hc4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR994X2kGI/AAAAAAAABAY/r58mqrcgKME/s1600-h/hc5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378562357045137506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR994X2kGI/AAAAAAAABAY/r58mqrcgKME/s400/hc5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR99ewpOOI/AAAAAAAABAQ/bzyiFY14XqE/s1600-h/hc6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378562350169798882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR99ewpOOI/AAAAAAAABAQ/bzyiFY14XqE/s400/hc6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8862957776736080014-7963526135002159765?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7963526135002159765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7963526135002159765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7963526135002159765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7963526135002159765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-hair-cut.html' title='First Hair Cut!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SqR-HvP1uaI/AAAAAAAABA4/g7heM0tLxZg/s72-c/hc1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6810425649307072910</id><published>2009-08-31T15:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:18:25.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of Preschool!</title><content type='html'>Today was the perfect first day of school! We woke up early (after a late night flight home from vacation), had a relaxing breakfast with Amma and Poppy, put on her school clothes, loaded up her backpack, took the traditional photos and headed out. It was a longer than normal drive since we stayed with Amma and Poppy last night. As we got closer and closer the butterflies started and then full anxiety set in. Fortunately, by the time I got her out of the car. . .I was starting to feel much better:) I guess her calm, confident demeanor helped me settle down! I had come to terms with the fact that she would completely melt down and make it a heart-wrenching experience for both of us. I am proud to report LBG (Little Big Girl) did awesome! I am also pleased to announce that Mommy did not make a scene:) I must confess that I was a bit weepy on the ride to school but as soon as we walked in and saw Joslyn and Andi the excitement took over. The girls (big and small) were very happy to see each other, gave hugs and said "see you on the playground"! It was absolutely precious watching these babies walk hand in hand down the hallway this morning as they crossed over in to this new season of life. I am grateful that we are able to share this with a dear friend! Upon arrival at her room, we found her cubby, hung up the backpack (with the promised Hannah Montana picture inserted in the display area) greeted her teacher, Miss Amy, gave hugs and kisses and walked away. It did surprise me how easy it was for her to go in to the room. . . she didn't even look back (obviously, I did:)). On the way to school she talked to Daddy on the phone and rocked out to the Hannah Montana CD from Nikki. I could just see a change in her personality. She knew this day was a right of passage. The smirk on her face was priceless. She did say that she was most excited to play with her new friends. I think the class has about 12 kids, with a few more boys than girls. Several were in this same class last year but most are new students. My friend and I had to laugh at ourselves (and each other) as we both arrived 20 early to pick them up. They have the parents line up outside the classroom door and one at a time come get your child. All of the kids sing this sweet little good-bye song as they empty out their cubby and wave good-bye. It is such a nurturing / caring environment! On the ride home I asked her about her favorite part of the day and she replied "making a craft for you and daddy"! Yes, my heart melted. I know she and Jozi played together at recess and that they had circle time. I also know that she did not get to play dress up/baby dolls during "stations" because it was already full and that she choose not to read, but that is really all that I know about today. As I sit here processing the events, it puts a lump in my throat to realize that this is the first time that I was not a part of her life. I know she was excited to show me her craft, but there were plenty of things that she did not want to share ~ maybe because she could not remember, but maybe because she wants them to be her own. That is hard. So, now it is time to move on to the next phase of life. Interestingly enough, I am already very excited. . .no &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; sadness. God is so good. . .last week while on our vacation, He allowed me to get to know this new "little big girl". I don't know where she came from. . .it was almost overnight, but she is even more awesome than before (refer to the definition on the top right of the blog). I can not wait to share my LBG with you. . .here are several photos from today, but stay tuned for more stories, pictures and videos. We had a great, great time last week at the "Rivah" and by the time I'm finished, you'll feel like you did, too!&lt;br /&gt;First day of school (at Amma and Poppy's house). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239650562679730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9ekcoo7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3D5JW7YwOhg/s400/s1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new favorite pose. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9fXVmaEI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yeWVFcN4siA/s1600-h/s3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239664223381570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9fXVmaEI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yeWVFcN4siA/s400/s3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the entrance. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9f25C5dI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YgGfFcvBW2o/s1600-h/s4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239672693548498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9f25C5dI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YgGfFcvBW2o/s400/s4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Jozi. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376239682688927602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9gcIIR3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/j0nYbu_u_8I/s400/s5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school they showed us everything they did on the playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9zz-PYRI/AAAAAAAAA_4/dUnmirdq7s4/s1600-h/s6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376240015507415314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9zz-PYRI/AAAAAAAAA_4/dUnmirdq7s4/s400/s6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly little girls. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw90Zt6OaI/AAAAAAAABAA/_HlL2YrHIFM/s1600-h/s7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376240025639467426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw90Zt6OaI/AAAAAAAABAA/_HlL2YrHIFM/s400/s7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first piece of art, which included marker, stickers, scissors and Hannah Montana Glue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw90yX4MbI/AAAAAAAABAI/BakcD03T4ss/s1600-h/s8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376240032257946034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw90yX4MbI/AAAAAAAABAI/BakcD03T4ss/s400/s8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6810425649307072910?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6810425649307072910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6810425649307072910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6810425649307072910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6810425649307072910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='The First Day of Preschool!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Spw9ekcoo7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3D5JW7YwOhg/s72-c/s1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7503890083028085732</id><published>2009-08-20T22:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:38:36.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>In the last post I mentioned that we had something every day until. . .forever! It has been a crazy, busy week but full of fun! We spent last weekend with Ken, Lara and Nikki. We had a blast riding ATVs, shooting, shopping and playing Polly Pockets! Thank you guys for a great time! Monday we had an ice-cream social for the Mom's Group, Tuesday was family day with my nephew Joey, aunt Lindsey, Grammy and Papa. Wednesday was the much anticipated Teacher Conference. . .to say the least, we are all very excited about her school. That morning I woke up early to get dressed and while I was showering she came in with her hands covering her mouth and said with a silly look on her face "I'M SO EXCITED!" I can only hope the first few days of actual class go as well. After the conference we went to the Grand Opening for our local Walmart. I think I was walking around, covering my mouth with both hands, saying "I'M SO EXCITED!" Sad when Gracie knew what a big deal this was for me:) After a quick shopping trip we headed to Lil' Monkey Bizness to meet up with Alyssa, Amy, Jeremy and Jacy. More fun, followed by a good nap! As great as this week has been, today was definitely the highlight. . .the first Ballet and Tap class at our new dance school! I love Colorado School of Dance! It is completely different from our prior experience (in all good ways). She was absolutely adorable! Brey must have known how great this would be, because he actually left a meeting to come and watch her first class! GOOD DADDY! She was "beside herself" excited when she saw him in the reflection of the mirror. I can not say enough wonderful things about Miss Kelly, our teacher. They have two way mirrors for the parents to watch without disrupting, but she saw many of us trying to take pictures, so she said to "come on in!" I love the professionalism and discipline this school offers, but they also get kids (and parents). She made us all very happy! Here are a few pictures and a video from today (as always, don't forget to pause (II) the music on the playlist at the bottom of the page).&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Joslyn. . .full of anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oN-gN1PI/AAAAAAAAA_I/pNVO2yku9CE/s1600-h/ballet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372275626081113330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oN-gN1PI/AAAAAAAAA_I/pNVO2yku9CE/s400/ballet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kelly establishing expectations. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oNW1sWkI/AAAAAAAAA_A/k1zHrnzPkus/s1600-h/ballet+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372275615433775682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oNW1sWkI/AAAAAAAAA_A/k1zHrnzPkus/s400/ballet+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballet is over. . .let the tap begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oNB0FqcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wnzd6KzYAxw/s1600-h/ballet+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372275609789901250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oNB0FqcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wnzd6KzYAxw/s400/ballet+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oMS5IAvI/AAAAAAAAA-w/BbIAkHtiUnw/s1600-h/ballet+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372275597194560242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oMS5IAvI/AAAAAAAAA-w/BbIAkHtiUnw/s400/ballet+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite sure what to say about this photo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oL7orOsI/AAAAAAAAA-o/74M6JkkAyIg/s1600-h/ballet++4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372275590951549634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oL7orOsI/AAAAAAAAA-o/74M6JkkAyIg/s400/ballet++4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the arrow after you've muted the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video is the first few minutes of the tap class. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-44bfc89a23ea006a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/So4oN-gN1PI/AAAAAAAAA_I/pNVO2yku9CE/s72-c/ballet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3084235395371876390</id><published>2009-08-11T08:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:19:54.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this is it. . .the last day. . .the last day that Gracie and I will hang out around the house together, just the two of us, before school begins.  It struck me that we have something planned everyday from now until August 31st, which is the first day of school.  Then I realized that after 3 1/2 years of being together, all day ~ everyday, that things are about to change. . .forever.  Am I being a bit mellow dramatic? Maybe, but maybe not.  It is so much fun to just sit and watch.  She has started to enjoy playing alone. . .she takes care of her baby (Hannah), plays Barbies, and of course reads (and reads and reads. . .).  She spends hours dancing and making up songs and is always so pleased when one rhymes.  The look on her face is priceless when she catches you watching!  She has changed so much this summer.  She is much more adventurous (and less fearful).  I am still amazed to watch her at the swimming pool considering last summer she would not go in past her ankles!  She has become much more sensitive towards others, especially our Lab, Denver.  I am thrilled to report that she likes to share now.  It is still on her terms but we've made significant progress!  Her vocabulary is better than most "middle-schoolers". . . if we could just master the "R" sound:)  It is always entertaining to watch her dance.  Any time she hears music she'll "bust a move". . .regardless of location (living room, grocery store, church).  She really is a natural!  She also LOVES to help!  She tries so hard. . .she'll sweep the floor or dust daddy's office, help "fold" laundry and do the dishes.  We can only hopes this continues!  Being potty trained has changed the entire dynamic of our household.  It's almost like when she decided to do it we all decided she was a big girl and needed to behave / be treated like one. . .and we've never looked back!  It is amazing to think back to the first few weeks with her as I tried to imagine who she would be and what she would be like.  I can honestly say I never dreamt she would be this amazing.  She has changed my life in every possible way and made me a better person.  So after I mourn this first season of our life together, I will begin to dream again about who and what she will become.  Will I get it right this time?  Probably not, but I know that she will not disappoint!  Whoever she decides to be will be perfect. . .because that is how God created my sweet Amazing Gracie!  Now, I'm off to get a box of tissues because I can barely look at her with out "welling" up:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3084235395371876390?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3084235395371876390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3084235395371876390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3084235395371876390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3084235395371876390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3003719637686630377</id><published>2009-07-29T20:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:32:32.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to our 1st baby!</title><content type='html'>Today is Denver's 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! I can not believe we have had her that long. . .yet I can not remember a day with out her. She is truly a gift from God that I could not be more thankful to have received. I know it sounds silly, but she really did change my life. . .a true demonstration of unconditional love, forgiveness and joy. I will admit, I often find myself trying to behave more like her! I remember when we picked her out. . .it was a month and a half after our wedding and a few days before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; was scheduled to go to the field. As usual, I traveled the entire time he was away. 3 days before he was scheduled to come home, I picked up my precious puppy. I put her in a box on the front seat of my car and made the hour drive from Nashville to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clarksville&lt;/span&gt;, Tennessee. I slept next to her crate those first few nights and got up with her more times then I ever did with Gracie. And then came the call. . .&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; would not be able to come home until a high tech piece of equipment was "found" (or turned in. . .everyone knew someone had stolen a pair of night vision goggles). The first time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; met Denver (as our puppy) was at a Company Meeting with 100 angry wives. This was the first time sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NeNe&lt;/span&gt; was able to calm the crowd. Everyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooh'd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh'd&lt;/span&gt; over her and then I put her back in the travel box and headed home. After a few more days together, her true personality began to shine. I actually had bruises on the backs of my arms from her "sneak attacks"! I remember &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; calling from the one spot in the field that would get a cell connection and all I could do was cry and say "I don't know what to do with her. . .I may have to take her back!" I still laugh out loud every time I think of it:) Daddy finally came home and it took all of 12 hours for her to start sleeping in our bed and she had gone from a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; girl to Daddy's girl by nightfall on day 2. Some things will never change! I often credit her with saving our marriage during those first few years. When we'd disagree and not know how to make-up, she would often be what brought us back together. What a priceless gift! She would go everywhere with us. . .day trips, road trips, shopping trips. . .it did not matter as long as she was riding on Daddy's lap. We would come back to the car and she would be curled up in my seat. . .it became a game to see if we could see her before she saw us. No matter what we threw at this dog, she would roll with punches. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beaux&lt;/span&gt; definitely wreaked havoc on her lifestyle, but even he adores her! A lot has changed for Denver in 12 years, but she has only become more loving and more loyal. I know this might be a bit much for "non-dog" people, but I kid you not, this animal is a blessing that I count second only to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; and Gracie. I am so thrilled that Gracie loves her as much as we do. Every morning she comes in to our room and cuddles her on our bed. I often find her laying next to Denver just petting her head or telling her what a good dog she is. It is so precious to see her develop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey's&lt;/span&gt; love of animals. So tonight I thank my Heavenly Father for this gift that He has used over and over again to teach me and to love on me. . .I will cherish each day we have to spend with her!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3003719637686630377?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3003719637686630377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3003719637686630377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3003719637686630377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3003719637686630377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-our-first-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday to our 1st baby!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4871220798564304177</id><published>2009-07-20T21:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:55:55.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GAME ON!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited I can barely stand it! For months, we've had a vacation planned to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey's&lt;/span&gt; family cottage. . .two weeks ago we received Gracie's Preschool information and it overlapped our vacation. Without a flinch, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; cancelled our trip knowing that this was important in the overall picture of her education. After phone calls to the school, the family and the airlines:), Gracie and I will fly to the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rivah&lt;/span&gt;" while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; executes the original plan. As I look back at the photos from our last trip, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; is almost too much to contain! I don't know why, but this is my favorite place on earth. It is so restful. . .I remember a trip the we took the day after I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; my grandfather. It was so peaceful. . .I firmly believe God knew exactly what I needed. . .He blessed us with mild &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperatures&lt;/span&gt; and no neighbors. I sat on the porch and read for 5 days. It was a perfect way to mend the soul. Several trips come to mind of. . .crazy fun! We love spending time with our "neighbors". . .it's as if not a day has passed. Boats, beer and being with "forever friends" makes for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt; time! I can not wait to walk down the pier, breath the sea air and know that all is well in the world. This place is especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt; because of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey's&lt;/span&gt; memories. Photographs of his childhood line the walls. It is one of the few things he truly remembers from his childhood ~ and it is complete happiness for him. I long for Gracie to have the same memories and feelings that we have for this modest cottage. A 27 hour drive makes it more difficult, but I vow to uphold this heirloom in the eyes of my child. I will admit, the idea of three days in a car with a strapped in kid and two dogs (each way. . .uphill both ways, without shoes on) was enough to drive me to drink! When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; decided we should &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cancel&lt;/span&gt; the trip I was not really disappointed. However, now that the trip is "GAME ON!" I could not be more excited! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; (and the dogs) will pick us up in Washington, D.C. (another one of my favorite places) and drive us the short 3 hours drive to the cottage. I can't wait to cross the bridge over Horn Harbor. . .Denver (my precious 12 year old lab) will raise her head (no doubt, she will be riding in Daddy's lap), sniff the air. . .look at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt;. . .sniff the air again. . .and begin to cry! She knows. . .we all know. This is a small piece of Heaven on Earth. Please pray for our safe travels. . .&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; will be driving 27 hours each way. . .alone. Granted, he usually drives 90% of the time. . .but it is a long (boring) drive. Gracie and I will return home the night before Preschool begins (responsible. . .no ~ heirloom. . .YES!). Hopefully we will land on time and only be a few hours past bedtime. So. . .here are a few of my favorite photos from "the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rivah&lt;/span&gt;". . .hope you can "step off" for a few moments and enjoy our "Sound Retreat". . .&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmVIHQ4DFlI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cDme-bZy_ac/s1600-h/rivah+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360770221080778322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmVIHQ4DFlI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cDme-bZy_ac/s400/rivah+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmVIG-WWF7I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5tZtAmsTPYo/s1600-h/rivah+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360770216107579314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmVIG-WWF7I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5tZtAmsTPYo/s400/rivah+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmVIGZupXWI/AAAAAAAAA-I/MrAQPv10Zyw/s1600-h/rivah+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360770206277393762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmVIGZupXWI/AAAAAAAAA-I/MrAQPv10Zyw/s400/rivah+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmU83s0zb-I/AAAAAAAAA94/zP18PqJSWPE/s1600-h/rivah+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360757859077550050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmU83s0zb-I/AAAAAAAAA94/zP18PqJSWPE/s400/rivah+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmU83x-LEzI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2x5MTz9igDc/s1600-h/Rivah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360757860459025202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmU83x-LEzI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2x5MTz9igDc/s400/Rivah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise ~ more to follow. . .&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/8862957776736080014-4871220798564304177?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4871220798564304177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4871220798564304177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4871220798564304177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4871220798564304177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/game-on.html' title='GAME ON!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmVIHQ4DFlI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cDme-bZy_ac/s72-c/rivah+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4292959990236988909</id><published>2009-07-18T09:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:26:16.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the week. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So VBS did not end on a high note. . .the Tuesday night skit scared the pants off of her (and several other small kids), which resulted in mommy scooping her up from her group and exiting the building. The next night she went to Amma and Poppy's while Mommy and Daddy went to the Sugarland / Keith Urban concert (yes, it was insane!). Thursday we spent some time with Lisa and the kids. The first picture is of Benjamin and Gracie. . .this is what happens when little boys come to play at our house:) After nap she woke up wailing for Daddy (he left town. . .again. . .unfortunately for Uncle Dick's funeral this time). It took a good 30 minutes to get her settled down so I decided VBS would not be a very good idea. I am certain the down time at home has done wonders. She is sleeping really well and her mood is 100% better. We had a great time at the pool yesterday with her friend from ballet. You'll get to know Joslyn really well this year as the girls are in the same preschool and ballet classes. She is a doll and we really enjoy spending time with them. Here are a few photos from the end of the week. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpFBAYs_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/zmC4MXPSA0U/s1600-h/priceless+princesses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821303926273010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpFBAYs_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/zmC4MXPSA0U/s400/priceless+princesses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpE79lY4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/01OXCo4nhOs/s1600-h/p+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821302572344194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpE79lY4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/01OXCo4nhOs/s400/p+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpEtI4K3I/AAAAAAAAA84/CHROhQxOF6M/s1600-h/p+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821298593180530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpEtI4K3I/AAAAAAAAA84/CHROhQxOF6M/s400/p+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpED4-r6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/7w38tUS7EWM/s1600-h/p+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821287520645026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpED4-r6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/7w38tUS7EWM/s400/p+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpD8xDdvI/AAAAAAAAA8o/gkmqhNugW34/s1600-h/p+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821285608355570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpD8xDdvI/AAAAAAAAA8o/gkmqhNugW34/s400/p+4.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/8862957776736080014-4292959990236988909?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4292959990236988909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4292959990236988909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4292959990236988909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4292959990236988909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-week.html' title='The end of the week. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHpFBAYs_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/zmC4MXPSA0U/s72-c/priceless+princesses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7953664886279438086</id><published>2009-07-13T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:35:12.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Pinecrest Presents Hope Hospital. . .a.k.a. VBS!</title><content type='html'>Vacation Bible School ~ Day 1! What a blast. . .Gracie did great, considering the last session started at her usual bedtime!!! She made a sock puppet, played Duck. Duck. Goose!, had a snack, sang songs and hung out with her friends. What else could she want? It was really cute on the way home when she said "Mommy. . .I was the only one in my class that. . ." (really LONG pause) (Mommy's mind running wild)!. . ."That what, Gracie?", "that was nice the whole time!" What a wonderful surprise (and surely not any of the scenarios that flashed through my head ~ sorry, sweetheart:))! Hopefully tomorrow night will go as smooth (even after falling asleep at 9:45p.m., a morning with Cousin Alyssa in the swimming pool and no "official" nap). Here are pictures from Monday and Tuesday. . .&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHi1OWVtbI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/twLhz_Zpp5I/s1600-h/vbs2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814435560338866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHi1OWVtbI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/twLhz_Zpp5I/s400/vbs2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large group ~ Day 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHi0_LJWEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EwLvKGOEehc/s1600-h/vbs3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814431486859330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHi0_LJWEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EwLvKGOEehc/s400/vbs3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHi0jWKmcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/K2WwHaiNUE0/s1600-h/vbs4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814424016886210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHi0jWKmcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/K2WwHaiNUE0/s400/vbs4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what you do with a slip-n-slide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1kTnVfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/bfwnIvrNvKc/s1600-h/A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359833133152163314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1kTnVfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/bfwnIvrNvKc/s400/A1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still trying to get the hang of this. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz0sHgSwI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/B6u7SDRz0jU/s1600-h/A4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359833118068984578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz0sHgSwI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/B6u7SDRz0jU/s400/A4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the ham in the back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1FDcsXI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/R82YeXjX8ww/s1600-h/A3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359833124762857842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1FDcsXI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/R82YeXjX8ww/s400/A3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ariel's turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1ftaTgI/AAAAAAAAA9g/g0zKMIF-F1U/s1600-h/A2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359833131918183938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1ftaTgI/AAAAAAAAA9g/g0zKMIF-F1U/s400/A2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The preschool class. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1wy5pjI/AAAAAAAAA9w/tgDlqcW_e5I/s1600-h/A5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359833136504612402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHz1wy5pjI/AAAAAAAAA9w/tgDlqcW_e5I/s400/A5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a movie. . .hit pause (II) on the playlist below before pressing the play arrow. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-63113b99aa968922" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63113b99aa968922%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8435331CA4FABD333F0A13440D5CD7C5EFB335EE.14A0928D3DFAA8CE351F6ED1EECED576F29F679A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63113b99aa968922%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEUmAXcajp5_54bXjmNIqutE3jTM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63113b99aa968922%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8435331CA4FABD333F0A13440D5CD7C5EFB335EE.14A0928D3DFAA8CE351F6ED1EECED576F29F679A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63113b99aa968922%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEUmAXcajp5_54bXjmNIqutE3jTM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7953664886279438086?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=63113b99aa968922&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7953664886279438086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7953664886279438086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7953664886279438086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7953664886279438086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp-pinecrest-presents-hope-hospital.html' title='Camp Pinecrest Presents Hope Hospital. . .a.k.a. VBS!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SmHi1OWVtbI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/twLhz_Zpp5I/s72-c/vbs2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4022915964023193688</id><published>2009-07-04T07:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:29:55.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S DADDY DAY!</title><content type='html'>Well, after 5 long weeks. . .DADDY COMES HOME TODAY! It has been a really interesting time for all of us. Gracie is almost a different child. She is completely potty trained and very independent. She is sleeping like a champion, but still waking up a bit early. However, she will let the dogs out and get her own "breakfast snack", as well as take herself to the bathroom and put her clothes on for the day (which is sometimes quite entertaining:)). She loves to help Mommy with any task, which includes filling the dog bowls with water!!!! and giving them their treats; it is amazing that my other "daughter" has been able to lose 4 pounds. Denver is having a lot of trouble with her knees and shoulder so I have restricted her (people) food intake, as well as cut back her exercise. She is doing much better (thanks be to a double dose of Rimadyl) but I think Brey will really see a difference. We had a HUGE scare with Denver. . .she was panting all of the time and doing this strange gagging cough. Being that I WAS a drug rep (which is almost a doctor:)) I decided to research and diagnosis her condition online. . .I was 100% certain that it was congestive heart failure. When Brey called the next morning I promised myself I would not say anything. . .but out it came! Poor Daddy had to sleep and then climb the Swiss Alps the next morning with this extra baggage weighing him down. After an extraordinarily long day and a $400 vet bill. . .Denver is totally fine! The vet actually said she is in really good condition for an almost 12 year old dog.  Praise God drug reps are just that. . .The vet must think I am a lunatic. . .I completely presented the case as it was a done deal. Oh well. . .I LOVE TO BE WRONG! Beaux is still Beaux. The weather has been pretty severe this month, which means the carpet cleaner has been hard at work. Poor little dude, I know he'll be so relived to see Daddy. Only Brey makes him feel safe. Unfortunately, Daddy missed Father's Day, but Gracie has been planning his celebration for a month! Mommy has done remarkably well. I think having a jam-packed schedule has helped us both, but unfortunately I did not finish any of the tasks I had wanted to do. I am actually looking forward to cleaning the house today. . .now that is a significant personality change! I have learned to use the tractor to mow the lawn. Who would have ever thought I could plow with an ATV and mow with a tractor? I really do love to do the yard. . .I mow about every 4 days:) Could it have something to do with complete isolation? Gracie plays outside and gives me a "thumbs up" every time I come around to let me know that she is o.k. I have also executed Daddy's vision for the backyard. YIKES! This is the scariest part of the entire separation/reunion. . .I had 9 huge trees planted, a new patio put in, electrical overhaul done and the hot tub is being delivered on Tuesday! Hope he loves it! He is still having a fireplace built, so I will post pictures when the project is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our 12th Wedding Anniversary! What a perfect gift. . .time together! It is funny to look back on how I used to handle separation. I remember the first time he went to the field. We had only been married 6 weeks and he had to leave for a month. Granted, it was just to Fort Campbell (which is where we were stationed) but it was completely devastating! I sat in the foyer sobbing. I remember him telling me years later that he had forgotten something and knew that he could not come home to get it, so he actually had to go to the store and buy a new one:) I wish I still felt that way when he leaves. Sad how life hardens your heart. A week long business trip here and a two week training course there make it easier to be apart. . .but it shouldn't be easy. Being a parent forces you to go on with the normal routine, or at least create a new normal. I know many of the issues that Gracie and I dealt with were directly related to not having Daddy's attention and influence. Obviously, we have been counting down the minutes to Daddy Day. Last Sunday we started talking about the upcoming week. . .Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday ~ ballet camp, Friday ~ dentist and Saturday = Daddy Day! The bedtime routine ran way long last night as she'd been running around the house singing and dancing to songs she'd made up about Daddy coming home:) This morning at 6:20, in the midst of a dead sleep, I heard my door open. I peeked open one eye and she had a huge smile on her face! She shouted out "IT'S DADDY DAY!" For the last hour she has been popping in to say "I miss my Daddy" just to hear me say "You don't have to. . .he's coming home today!" She laughs and say "I KNOW!" and runs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thought. . .It was really hard to be apart for this long (especially when you can not just pick up the phone and call whenever you want), but a lot of good has come, too. I pray that our normal will be slightly adjusted from the way it looked before he left. May we sit and relax more. . .laugh out loud more. . .talk about the insignificant more. . .think about the little things more. . .in general, not take one day together for granted. Here's to the new normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4022915964023193688?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4022915964023193688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4022915964023193688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4022915964023193688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4022915964023193688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-daddy-day.html' title='IT&apos;S DADDY DAY!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-643208768915022031</id><published>2009-07-03T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:04:30.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First visit to the Dentist!</title><content type='html'>I had no idea what to expect today. Gracie is a trooper, but when it comes to visiting the doctor, a bribe for good behavior/participation is usually involved. I have to say this dentist and her staff is AWESOME! It is a Pediatric office which was chosen because of her education (Baylor College of Medicine with a UT Houston Residency). They are top notch and high tech! Gracie had to be coaxed from the waiting room due to all of the cool toys. We were taken to an initial visit exam room that did not even have a "chair". . .but it did have more really great toys! Their plan was to have Gracie lay back on my lap and put her head in Dr. Foster's lap so she could manually examine, brush and floss her teeth. As we were discussing her history, Gracie interrupted with "I want to go in the big chair!" She knew they had t.v.'s on the ceiling and could not wait to check that out! They prepped a room and made her dream come true. The hygienist was so calm and nurturing. She showed her all of the tools and explained how she would use them. She gave her a test drive with the water/suction routine and let her touch everything else. She started up the Dora video and Gracie never flinched. Of course the Doctor was just as fabulous and ended by giving Gracie a bag of goodies and a token for the prize machine. Because she did not have any cavities she will be entered in a drawing to win an I-Pod. . .seriously, who thought of this stuff? When did the dentist become a fun, social outing? She can't wait to go back in January. . .she has even picked out the prize she will get with her next token! Here are a few photos from today. . .              &lt;br /&gt;Checking out the equipment. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SXsm983I/AAAAAAAAA7o/_hA9b801Tek/s1600-h/d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354448311543526258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SXsm983I/AAAAAAAAA7o/_hA9b801Tek/s400/d.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaning. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SXPs796I/AAAAAAAAA7g/oynfW1Qd-cw/s1600-h/d4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354448303783933858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SXPs796I/AAAAAAAAA7g/oynfW1Qd-cw/s400/d4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Breeze. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SWWHx97I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/i3pXZLAJUM8/s1600-h/d1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354448288327268274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SWWHx97I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/i3pXZLAJUM8/s400/d1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the phone with Daddy. . .He comes home tomorrow after being away for 5 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SVyz8zDI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LHzYxQqsJSw/s1600-h/d2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354448278848850994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SVyz8zDI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/LHzYxQqsJSw/s400/d2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bright and shiny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SViigvTI/AAAAAAAAA7I/CY4JrJLqzJg/s1600-h/d3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354448274480741682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SViigvTI/AAAAAAAAA7I/CY4JrJLqzJg/s400/d3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-643208768915022031?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/643208768915022031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=643208768915022031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/643208768915022031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/643208768915022031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-visit-to-dentist.html' title='First visit to the Dentist!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sk7SXsm983I/AAAAAAAAA7o/_hA9b801Tek/s72-c/d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6564972184782355903</id><published>2009-07-02T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:51:43.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Camp. . .The finale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So after a rough ending yesterday, today was fantastic!  Gracie had a blast learning the routine and making a Dora the Explorer Vest (out of a paper sack).  She was not thrilled about the part where she said her name in Spanish, but she managed through. . .for Daddy.  I encouraged her to do her best so Daddy could see the video. . .it worked:)  I am still devastated by the fact that I missed the actual performance.  I had been sitting in the parking lot for almost an hour and I MISSED IT!  I don't know why they started 5 minutes early, but they did.  Fortunately, they did the performance again, which is why no one is wearing their vest.  I can only imagine what she must have been thinking.  I know she knew that I was there because she waved at least 10 times.  I'm sure I feel much worse about this then she does, as she has not even mentioned it.  None the less, Dance Camp was a huge success and will be repeated next year ~ hopefully with Cousin Alyssa in toe:)  Here is the video from her final performance at the Princess / Dora Adventure Dance Camp 2009. . .(yeah, yeah. . .mute the music on the playlist below by pressing pause (II)).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38a91b6c1e2fa27" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D038a91b6c1e2fa27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D8B71D9DE365B02ED11FF32E3B660FF857C0D7D.77BAB8695CAC1E2A07B3DA4A158BB769CBE76495%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38a91b6c1e2fa27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqvd0-RUp-pzE5e80uWph6zWzy1U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D038a91b6c1e2fa27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D8B71D9DE365B02ED11FF32E3B660FF857C0D7D.77BAB8695CAC1E2A07B3DA4A158BB769CBE76495%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38a91b6c1e2fa27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqvd0-RUp-pzE5e80uWph6zWzy1U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6564972184782355903?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38a91b6c1e2fa27&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6564972184782355903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6564972184782355903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6564972184782355903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6564972184782355903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/dance-camp-finale.html' title='Dance Camp. . .The finale!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7010048879385150346</id><published>2009-07-01T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:27:12.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Camp ~ day 3. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So. . .what can I say? The teacher said Gracie had a great time today and did a great job learning the routine, but when it came time for the mommy recital. . .not so much! She half-way participated for the first few moves and then started whimpering, which was followed by full crying. So out of character. On the way home I asked her why she was upset. The first answer was she's afraid of the dragon in Sleeping Beauty (which was no where near the class, but they were dancing to Sleeping Beauty music). The next answer was that she did not like pretending to be asleep and the final answer was that she missed daddy. I'm not sure any of them were the truth, but I will say there was a 180 degree mood swing from the time I walked in and the time the recital started. Who knows? The mind of a three year old is almost impossible to decipher. I will say she came home and had a great nap:) Tonight we were able to spend some time with Aunt Lara, Cousin Nikki, Amma, Poppy and Nana. What a treat! I think the highlight of the day was playing dress-up with Nikki and Nebo (the life size stuffed chocolate lab)! So, yes, I do have video of today, but I don't think she'd appreciate me posting it for all to see. You'll have to make do with a picture from tonight. . .&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Skwo4zh53TI/AAAAAAAAA7A/_Q7qqdK23e0/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353699013406874930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Skwo4zh53TI/AAAAAAAAA7A/_Q7qqdK23e0/s400/DSC01184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7010048879385150346?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7010048879385150346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7010048879385150346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7010048879385150346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7010048879385150346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/dance-camp-day-3.html' title='Dance Camp ~ day 3. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Skwo4zh53TI/AAAAAAAAA7A/_Q7qqdK23e0/s72-c/DSC01184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-2360866378560116427</id><published>2009-06-30T16:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:11:02.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Camp ~ Day 2. ..</title><content type='html'>First, you'll notice that I've changed the name of the camp from "ballet" to "dance", as today was HIP HOP!  I am sure this is not going to go over very well with Daddy.  I believe his exact words after the recital in May were "She'll NEVER do a Hip-Hop class!"  Unfortunately for him, she had a blast!  She loves the moves she learned today and continued to practice them all afternoon while we were at the mall.  They did not do a "Mommy Recital" today. . .the teacher said she is going to practice this again on Thursday and it will be the grand finale.  Our intent was for Gracie to be a sweet, innocent ballerina.  She has already decided she loves lyrical dance (modern ballet with a mix of  jazz) and hip-hop.  UGH. . .her teenage years are flashing in front of me!!!!  Anyway, the Dora theme was adorable.  They all took turns being Swiper the Fox, as well as made a fun bird feeder craft and had a "picnic" snack.  The school is doing a great job and fortunately there were only half the number of girls today.  We did discuss the appropriate way to handle a situation where someone else is misbehaving, but I couldn't help myself this morning and had to ask which one was "the spitter".  Funny thing is her mom is really sweet and quiet, and obviously shares many of my beliefs.  I guess that blows my false sense of "good parenting" security out of the water.  One more funny. . .for those of you that do not know Dora the Explorer. . .it is a program that teaches basic Spanish and Hispanic culture.  She has watched it for a long time and really enjoys participating in Dora's adventures. Gracie just came in  and said "Mom, I have to tell you something. . .Lala can speak Spanish.  When she wants something she says como saw-te and then I say como latte. . .o.k.?"  And I always thought Starbucks was out of Seattle. . .who knew?  Here is a short clip from Gracie and the girls playing Swiper the fox. . .&lt;br /&gt;(again, remember to pause (II) the Playlist at the bottom of the page before pressing play on the video).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e36633d965fd9a03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De36633d965fd9a03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10E75390E79EC6107DC7FBF8D33B97FB0DF932F5.736903F829C64DD73D55EDEC9E989747F51DFB90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De36633d965fd9a03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZkrYCdQCoQ1ybx4QpJ_7gQ4DSvU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De36633d965fd9a03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10E75390E79EC6107DC7FBF8D33B97FB0DF932F5.736903F829C64DD73D55EDEC9E989747F51DFB90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De36633d965fd9a03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZkrYCdQCoQ1ybx4QpJ_7gQ4DSvU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-2360866378560116427?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e36633d965fd9a03&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2360866378560116427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=2360866378560116427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2360866378560116427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2360866378560116427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-camp-day-2.html' title='Dance Camp ~ Day 2. ..'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8281898918949917013</id><published>2009-06-29T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:15:51.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess / Dora Adventure Ballet Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, today was the first day of the Princess / Dora Adventure Ballet Camp!  We have been eagerly awaiting this day. . .and it did not disappoint!  Gracie had a blast, even though she did not know a soul.  Not only is this not the school she attended last year, but it is  not the one she will start in the fall. . .they just had the coolest camp:)  Each day she will learn a routine, make a craft, have a snack and then do a performance for mom ~ seriously, what more could a three year old want?  I was worried about leaving her since we did not know anyone or anything about this school, but she was  totally fine (a bit shy, but content).  Mommy, on the other hand, had a bit of a panic moment as I drove away.  I swear, I did not cry, but I could have.  I am totally consumed with the "only two more months until she starts school and will never be just mine again" thought process.  It was down right strange doing errands without her.  She was so excited when we all filed back in to watch the performance (mainly because she wanted to show me the pink wand she had made).  I have to laugh that she did more of the routine that she learned in the two hour class than any of the girls did in her recent recital, but hey, she was with older girls and I know that always helps.  We are really looking forward to going back tomorrow ~ I don't even think there will be any arguments, but we shall see:)  So, after class on the way to the swimming pool for a Mommy Group play date, she told me about how much fun she had and that her favorite part was making the wand.  She went on to discuss a "big girl" that would not share the pink (still unsure if that is a marker or sticker).  After several minutes of explaining the interaction (including a barrage of questions from an over-protective mother like did Miss Heather get involved?  Did you behave nicely?  Did you ask her for a turn?)  she throws out "and then she spit on me."  WHAT????  She did what to my baby?  I think I nearly ran off the road I was so angry.  It is sad to admit, but I responded with "Which. . .one?"  Of course, they all had on pink leotards, skirts and ballet shoes which means her description did not help at all.  I then hit a low point and said "you can show me who she is tomorrow at class."  What am I going to do, beat her up?  Give her the evil eye?  Honestly, I know that I can't fight her battles, but I sure want to!  This is only making the looming event in the fall that more difficult.  So, now that I have talked (blogged) this through, I will discuss with her on the way to class the appropriate way to handle a situation (where a spoiled rotten, stupid, meany kid) behaves inappropriately. . .wish me luck:)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't forget to press pause (II) on the play list below before starting the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e4cf6918e9f7051" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e4cf6918e9f7051%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48BFD47BF134BD5AE6EEE79AC329930E2F0E5C2D.7D91D5B5752904BACD148C4E9C958A1686E32BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e4cf6918e9f7051%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dajbag170nHxGfswxwyK5RX9TlHo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e4cf6918e9f7051%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48BFD47BF134BD5AE6EEE79AC329930E2F0E5C2D.7D91D5B5752904BACD148C4E9C958A1686E32BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e4cf6918e9f7051%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dajbag170nHxGfswxwyK5RX9TlHo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8281898918949917013?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e4cf6918e9f7051&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8281898918949917013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8281898918949917013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8281898918949917013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8281898918949917013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/princess-dora-adventure-ballet-camp.html' title='Princess / Dora Adventure Ballet Camp!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8438301243194658760</id><published>2009-06-20T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:30:14.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day ~ almost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a fun day! Gracie and I went to the Highlands Street Fair with my Dad, Mary, Lindsey, Jake, Michael. . .and Dewie! It was really overcast, which probably kept the crowds away but also provided the perfect temperature. We saw a few really good bands, ate some really good (bad) food and just enjoyed spending the day together.  Of course the highlight of the day for Gracie was have her face painted for the first time.  The lady asked her what she wanted and Gracie said "Cinderella's face!"  Obviously, this booth was sponsored by the Denver Children's hospital, because the lady saw my face and instantly said "we can make a mask like the one Cinderella wore to the ball!"  Gracie was thrilled. . .and unusually patient.  Fun day, quiet ride home.  Hopefully a really late nap will not mess us up tonight.  Anyway, to my dad, Jim, Brey and Pappy. . .Happy Father's Day!  We are so blessed to have such wonderful fathers.  Know that you are loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2Kzxit8UI/AAAAAAAAA64/E267wWVN3yo/s1600-h/sf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584554462933314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2Kzxit8UI/AAAAAAAAA64/E267wWVN3yo/s400/sf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2KzR2Nu-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/wD6TWnVaF3U/s1600-h/sf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584545954773986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2KzR2Nu-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/wD6TWnVaF3U/s400/sf1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2KzF0ZueI/AAAAAAAAA6o/oMkHnOyZ8nw/s1600-h/sf2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584542725945826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2KzF0ZueI/AAAAAAAAA6o/oMkHnOyZ8nw/s400/sf2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2Ky1IfNAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/SANU4ztVTGM/s1600-h/sf3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584538246788098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2Ky1IfNAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/SANU4ztVTGM/s400/sf3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8862957776736080014-8438301243194658760?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8438301243194658760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8438301243194658760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8438301243194658760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8438301243194658760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-almost.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day ~ almost!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sj2Kzxit8UI/AAAAAAAAA64/E267wWVN3yo/s72-c/sf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3942276568013027305</id><published>2009-06-18T23:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:20:53.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to post this all day, but it has been crazy. . .GRACIE GOT THE ARIEL DOLL!  Sorry if this is TMI, but hopefully it is the last poopy post:)  She had not gone since last Friday.  I was really stressing, due to her past problems.  Last night I did something I swore I would not do. . .I forced her to sit on the potty for a long time (like 30 minutes).  We read, talked, discussed why this needed to happen as well as the consequences of it NOT happening. . .nothing.  I was sure today was going to require drastic measures.  This morning I doubled her Miralax dose, gave her oatmeal for breakfast and pretended I was not interested.  While I was on a short phone call she wandered in to the bathroom and. . .WHA-LA!  It was that simple.  I screamed and clapped and danced around like an idiot (mostly since I would not have to give her an enema) and ran upstairs to get the prized Swimming Ariel doll.  We ran a full bath and loaded her up with new batteries.  I read the instructions, pushed the button and put her in the water. . .NOTHING!  That $#!*(@ doll did not work!  I was furious.  My sweet baby had worked so hard to get this thing and it just laid there floating on her back.  Gracie was still thrilled and immediately striped down to take a bath with her new toy.  After much debate, she decided we could return her and look for something else.  She clung to the doll all the way to the Customer Service Desk and kissed her goodbye in front of the worker.  We shopped and shopped.  She evaluated everything Target had to offer and finally settled with a bright pink make-up bag, eye shadow, glitter powder, nail polish, "diamond" nail stickers and 2 types of lip gloss.  Sorry Daddy. . .I really could not say no and was just relieved that she finally walked away from the large (scary) BRATZ Doll head that let you do her hair and make-up.  I also picked up a few other "happy's" like a bathtub Ariel doll that is not supposed to do anything but be waterproof, as well as a few new puzzles.  I am so proud of her!  I feel terrible that I may have made the situation more difficult.  I feel like I can finally let go of this (even though I know accidents will happen) and let her take responsibility (like I've pretended to do for the last week).  Obviously, she is much smarter than I give her credit and she knows that she is winning the power struggle.  Now that the O.R. is not lingering over my head, I am ready to let go ~ whatever the result.  I guess I should clarify. . .ready to let go of the potty training psycho that I had turned in to, NOT let go of my precious baby. . .I am stressing more than ever about letting her start preschool!  You can keep praying for me on that one:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3942276568013027305?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3942276568013027305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3942276568013027305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3942276568013027305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3942276568013027305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/huge-update.html' title='HUGE UPDATE!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7156576079015233713</id><published>2009-06-15T19:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:23:31.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago we were able to go visit my cousin Amy, her husband Jeremy, and Gracie's cousin Alyssa (who is 2 months younger than Gracie) for an AWESOME weekend! It started off on Saturday afternoon with Alyssa's ballet recital. . .you should see this girl dance:) Afterwards, we all went to Aunt Sue and Uncle Gary's for a BBQ and time for the girls to play. After a very long night sleeping in the same bed, we woke up early and got ready for a trip to the house boat! I will try to get some pictures. . .it is a day I don't want to forget anytime soon! We relaxed, ate, played in the sun, cruised the lake and ate some more. We also inherited a very used Jeep from Sue and Gary's neighbor. I thought it would be a fun "project" to work on while Brey was away. . .yeah, right! The next day I tore that thing apart. I made a sketch so I would remember how to re-assemble and crossed my fingers that it would actually work. So after almost two weeks of rain storms, we had a few breaks in the weather (and schedule) and I finally finished her cool, new ride (with a little help from Papa on the electrical stuff:)). . . &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Before. . .(yes, this belonged to 3 boys!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347737407167728162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sjb61ppNCiI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/T6-o45ORdcg/s400/before+jeep.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And After. . .(ALL Girl!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sjb62Kqe0GI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/5ETFm1Vmdbg/s1600-h/finished+jeep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347737416031457378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sjb62Kqe0GI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/5ETFm1Vmdbg/s400/finished+jeep.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all honesty, I had a blast restoring this classic car:) Thank you Sue, Gary, Amy and Jeremy for your generosity. . .the car, the dinners, the lake. . .it was such a fantastic weekend! We look forward to bringing Daddy along next time:) Sweet baby, don't forget to steer. . .and be home by 12:00. . .noon!  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Between potty training and Brey's 2 weeks in the field, we have tested each other. Since Daddy has been back, EVERYTHING is "no. . .Daddy can do it!" He even asked her to go tee-tee today and she replied "O.k.!" It is very entertaining and I know it makes him feel good. . .but when I stop and think about it, I find myself slightly irritated. This afternoon I headed out for the weekly grocery trip. As I was driving ~ alone ~ listening to MY music, enjoying a few "question-free" moments, I had a profound realization. Yes, this was blissful, but in three short months she will be starting preschool! These next few months are the last time that I will have her all to myself. I swear it knocked the wind out of me. I have been really eager to have a few hours a week to do as I please; I know it will be good for both of us, but I guess it is similar to child birth. While I was pregnant, she was all mine. I could protect her and make sure she was well cared for, but when she entered this world I had to allow others to help. This will be the first time that someone else will be responsible for protecting her. . .physically and mentally. What if someone picks on her? What if she gets hurt on the playground? I won't be there to rescue my precious child! I know this all boils down to being a control freak, but it makes my heart ache to think she would be scared or excited and that I won't be there to share it with her. I guess I should be thankful for this realization. . .and I am.  It gives me a new perspective on our relationship. Oh, how I hope to make this time extra special. . .for both of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-5784184677897505765?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5784184677897505765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=5784184677897505765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5784184677897505765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5784184677897505765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/profound-realization.html' title='Profound Realization. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6389172243013624473</id><published>2009-06-12T08:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:04:53.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Millers. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SjJuD-9WEfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/_4plwNjxMKo/s1600-h/moth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346456722361160178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SjJuD-9WEfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/_4plwNjxMKo/s400/moth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM OVER THE MILLER MOTHS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the silver lining is that Gracie no longer screams at the top of her lungs every time she sees one. . .unless, of course, we are driving in the car:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6389172243013624473?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6389172243013624473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6389172243013624473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6389172243013624473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6389172243013624473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/millers.html' title='Millers. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SjJuD-9WEfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/_4plwNjxMKo/s72-c/moth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8191259017571199847</id><published>2009-06-10T20:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:48:38.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little "Big Girl". . .</title><content type='html'>O.k., that was fun! I have been taking Gracie for Japanese food since she was born. She has never been interested in actually eating anything but the broth soup. Tonight, after another successful swimming class, I asked if she wanted Japanese food. She seemed enthusiastic, so we went to a place near the rec center. She decided we should still sit in the sushi bar, but we were able to really observe what happens at the hibachi tables. As I was paying the bill, she told me "I think I want to sit over "dere" (there) now." Of course it was too late, but next time ought to be photo worthy. She ate Pork Gyoza (pot stickers), an entire bowl of soup (most of it by herself), hibachi chicken and most of my broccoli. I will admit that I grew up eating sugar on my white rice. She has never been willing to even try rice, but as of tonight. . .the tradition lives on! The best part was watching her work the kiddie chop sticks. The last few times she has refused to even take them from the waiter. Tonight we did not even have forks! It was cute watching the lady next to us try not to stare:) She had a big smile on her face and was really entertained by my "little big girl". I told Gracie that I loved going on dates with her. . .she replied "I love going on dates with Daddy!" I should have seen that coming a mile away. Anyway, it was a lovely girls night out. It is so much fun actually doing all of the things I have dreamt about with her. . .can anyone mother/daughter pedicure????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8191259017571199847?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8191259017571199847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8191259017571199847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8191259017571199847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8191259017571199847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-big-girl.html' title='My little &quot;Big Girl&quot;. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3398249534756979625</id><published>2009-06-09T20:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:09:08.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pueblo Children's Museum. . .</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to come home and blog about our trip to the Pueblo Children's Museum today, but that will have to wait. The good news is this is NOT a potty blog, the bad news is that Gracie is really missing Daddy. He is just about finished with Annual Training, which means he's been at Fort Carson for 2 weeks. The first week blew by because our schedule was packed full of new and exciting stuff. The second week has been much more normal and Daddy's absence is extremely noticeable. So today when we arrived back at Gracie's cousin's house we were all playing in their toy room (which you should have to pay admission for a visit!). Uncle Jeremy joined us for a round of Hi-Ho Cheerio and then some rough housing. After a few minutes of watching Alyssa and Jeremy play, her entire demeanor changed. She sat down on one of the chairs that was on the outskirts and just stared at them. It was obvious what was going through her mind. . .she missed her Daddy. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it again. I have NEVER seen this look on her face. . .it was truly heart-breaking. Sweet Uncle Jeremy (yes, you are a strong, brave cop, but you are also very kindhearted) tried to include her but she really did not want any part of it. On the way home I asked her why she was sitting alone and being so quiet, she replied "I just wanted to be playing with MY Daddy." It was so pitiful and there was nothing I could do or say to make it better at that moment. We quickly switched gears to what we would do and say when Daddy gets home, which put her in a much better mood. I guess the pit, that is still in my stomach, is imagining how I'll handle those type of questions when it is a real deployment. . .12 to 18 months out of the country. I try so hard not to allow myself to think about that time, but days like today make it impossible to control that anxiety. For now, I push back down the "what if's" and begin to get excited for his arrival home. Unfortunately, I'd be lying if I said this won't stick with me for a while. I guess I need to spend some time in Psalm 94:19, Psalm 112:7, Isiah 41, Romans 8:15, Philippians 4:6, 1 Peter 5:7, 1 Peter 3:6, and 1 John 4:18. Does anyone else see a theme here? I guess I really need to give up the the anxiety, worry and fear. Funny how I already have a peace after just reviewing these few scriptures. . .God is SO good!&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the original blog. . .the Pueblo Children's Museum. We had a great time with Amy and Alyssa at the "Big Messy Art Adventure" Exhibit. Who new this was the #2 ranked Children's Art Museum in the Country? It was really fantastic. The girls made several pieces of original artwork, played (jumped, kicked, squealed) in the Andy Warhol Experience "Pillow Room", Danced their hearts out on a stage with a reactive background and even built sand ice cream cones in the indoor sandbox. Let's just say that the bedtime routine was REALLY easy tonight. Thanks for the invite, Amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indoor sandbox. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dDr07eWI/AAAAAAAAA54/7qbYng0kBLw/s1600-h/cm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345523231853607266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dDr07eWI/AAAAAAAAA54/7qbYng0kBLw/s400/cm2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid totally cracks me up! Alyssa in the "Pillow" Room. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dC6HCNsI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_z27xEGd_BA/s1600-h/cm5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345523218507773634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dC6HCNsI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_z27xEGd_BA/s400/cm5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie trying to catch a "pillow". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dDS_8arI/AAAAAAAAA5w/WEo4RzJpTJE/s1600-h/cm3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345523225188919986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dDS_8arI/AAAAAAAAA5w/WEo4RzJpTJE/s400/cm3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first experience with "funny" mirrors. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dDLQ8tJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/hTu6_KsXyjM/s1600-h/cm4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345523223112758418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dDLQ8tJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/hTu6_KsXyjM/s400/cm4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow Art. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dCSIN0tI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KZIt9HxIPG4/s1600-h/cm6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345523207775310546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dCSIN0tI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KZIt9HxIPG4/s400/cm6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last, but not least. . .Mona Alyssa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8tbl05i8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/Nmp9-8j-RfM/s1600-h/cm1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345541234745772994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8tbl05i8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/Nmp9-8j-RfM/s400/cm1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3398249534756979625?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3398249534756979625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3398249534756979625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3398249534756979625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3398249534756979625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-so-excited-to-come-home-and-blog.html' title='Pueblo Children&apos;s Museum. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Si8dDr07eWI/AAAAAAAAA54/7qbYng0kBLw/s72-c/cm2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3221971767778146198</id><published>2009-06-08T19:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:25:43.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the end of the tunnel. . .</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I thought I was going to have to throw in the towel. I've tried bribery, I've taken away things she enjoys doing, I've begged and I've pleaded.  Then, I found an article written by a pediatrician that addressed "Toilet Training Problems". I was starting to get worried that her past issues of "holding it in" had messed up her system to the point she couldn't control it. Well, come to find out. . .I am the problem:) As you can imagine, I was mortified to think I was causing my own grief! Sweet baby has a few traits of a strong-willed child. It turns out that this was a power struggle that was exacerbated each time I would ask if she had to go (which was about every 5 minutes). The article suggested explaining that it was her responsibility and that she was now going to have to take control. It had me apologize for "hounding" and promise to never ask again (which has been really, REALLY hard being that we live so far out. . .and yes, I failed once because I knew she would fall asleep in the car!!!) So this plan goes on to have the child be responsible to clean up any messes that they choose to make. Today, after the fifth time of cleaning (of course I am helping. . .a lot) she said "I don't like to clean it up." I replied "Neither do I" and we finished the chore. The doctor also says to have a basket of desirable things that she can have for 15 minutes after each success. To create something worth while, we went and got the swimming Ariel doll that she has been obsessed with, as well as several new pairs of panties. I even broke down and bought a set of Hannah Montana underwear that she may have after 4 successes with ZERO accidents. So, since the time the official "training" began, she'd only had one success. I was really getting frustrated. Last night, 5 minutes after I put her to bed, she said she had to go. I told to go on in and try. 20 minutes later we had a win! We were both thrilled. She got a new pair of Ariel panties and a cool flashlight that shines fairies on the ceiling and I slept knowing that we were going to beat this. This morning. . .two accidents. She had to return the panties and the flashlight and help clean up. We are also not playing outside until she shows some effort; mainly due to the fact that EVERY time we are outside she has an accident. So, after round three today (yes, I did mean 3 ~ she had her first tee tee accident in months while I was on the telephone ~ anyone see passive aggressive behavior here?) I thought "now what?" I was so angry. . .however, I felt so bad because this is not supposed to be a negative experience. Then I remembered the article suggesting to have them go naked. I knew that she would have to go soon and of course it did not take much convincing, so we played blocks and cheerleader. . .yes, I know, you can only imagine how funny it is to watch a three year, naked. . .with pom poms! Anyway, you could tell she was getting antsy and then. . .it happened! She got her Ariel panties back and a new headband and I, once again, breathed a sigh of relief. I caution you about making unannounced visits any time soon. I think we are going to stick with the new plan (while we're at the house) to help reinforce what we've learned. I know you are all getting sick of potty training stories. . .trust me, I'm sick of telling them. Hopefully the next post will be the All Clear signal!&lt;br /&gt;One quick funny. . .Her cousin Alyssa had learned the arm muscles and leg muscles in her ballet class. At her recital last weekend, the AWESOME teacher had them demonstrate this cute exercise they would do at the end of every class. She'd have them "make muscles" and then they'd all point and say biceps, triceps, quadriceps, hamstring . . today while I was folding clothes, my silly goose came in, made her muscles and said "Bi-cycle, tri-cycle. . .leg, leg!" It was definitely the comic relief in the drama series:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3221971767778146198?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3221971767778146198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3221971767778146198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3221971767778146198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3221971767778146198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the end of the tunnel. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-2771803782503234138</id><published>2009-06-05T09:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:20:25.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlast. . .the ballet recital!</title><content type='html'>Gracie's ballet recital was one of those events I will never forget! I was so proud of her! What an amazing thing to watch your baby take the stage for the first time. She has really enjoyed her class this year and I feel like it will be something we do for a while. I was so impressed that these 2 and 3 year old girls went out on that big stage and "danced". The instructor refuses to go out with them, which means this class has been known to just stand there. Not this time ~ our little girls shined. They waved their streamers and seemed to have a great time.  Funny how they were not nervous. When do we learn that feeling? I think Gracie's motivation was a promise made by Daddy. He told her if she would dance, he would yell "WOOLY, WOOLY, WOOLY!" at the end. We used this to help her practice, which usually consisted of Mommy and Daddy doing the dance, while Gracie watched:) Another event I will NEVER forget is Brey doing the full out routine, streamers and all! The things he does for his little girl!!! Gracie says her favorite part of the recital was going out on stage for the finale with the big girls. I catch her playing "big stage" all the time. She uses our back yard as the stage. The funniest part is watching her run out, turn her back to the "audience", stand tall with her hands at her side, and then whip around and strike a pose! It is classic. . .I am still try to get a video of it! For now, here are a ton of pictures. . .hopefully the video (recital and "big stage") will follow:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilCzthjr0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/zbhEtlfxpjo/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875889012911938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilCzthjr0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/zbhEtlfxpjo/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875891403641458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilCz2bjUnI/AAAAAAAAA5I/V-1XYKNs_D4/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilCzfjeBFI/AAAAAAAAA44/cgPTjFNw0FI/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875885262832722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilCzfjeBFI/AAAAAAAAA44/cgPTjFNw0FI/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilCzGvU8LI/AAAAAAAAA4w/1kBoCUti2Vg/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343875878601683122" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilD2bxuKlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qk16_3akewk/s400/b3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-2771803782503234138?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2771803782503234138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=2771803782503234138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2771803782503234138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2771803782503234138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/atlast-ballet-recital.html' title='Atlast. . .the ballet recital!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SilCzthjr0I/AAAAAAAAA5A/zbhEtlfxpjo/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1474697122301369842</id><published>2009-06-03T17:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:21:36.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress. . .</title><content type='html'>If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it! Gracie was nuts today at her swimming lesson / play time in the pool. This girl loves to dive! They would be working on her strokes when she would demand a trip to the edge. Claire was actually using it as leverage to work on her arms. She did a great job floating on her back ~ she is only holding on to one finger! At the end of class, Gracie decided she wanted to float in the lazy river. . .alone! Mind you, she has always refused (kicking and screaming) to get on the inner-tube. After a few minutes, she told Ms. Claire "I can do it myself!" Of course, Claire was right there with her, but she sure was proud of herself. I think the most amazing part of this is her comfort level in the water. The fear is almost gone. After the lesson we went to the kiddie pool to play. I had looked away and when I turned back she was wiping water off her face and had obviously "gone under". I reassured her and she proceeded to dunk herself again! I was shocked. . .she was tickled! She is still having a blast on the slide. She made a friend that taught her to go down HEAD FIRST! The video has short clips of most of these events, just to prove it to you:) Enjoy! Oh, don't forget pause (II) the music on the "Playlist" at the bottom of the page before you start the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca1773722bd971ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca1773722bd971ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20868D2AA7D6000CF00348EF59F0DA3E72FFA133.22F9C8C005A0847756A2AA3F9F31691CE5F0233%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca1773722bd971ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-gqQKEnP92UbrQL4t57qsj5JW_8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca1773722bd971ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20868D2AA7D6000CF00348EF59F0DA3E72FFA133.22F9C8C005A0847756A2AA3F9F31691CE5F0233%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca1773722bd971ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-gqQKEnP92UbrQL4t57qsj5JW_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidLBvc48QI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ndWdQ20FWeY/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343321976187973890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidLBvc48QI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ndWdQ20FWeY/s400/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidKT0cWTII/AAAAAAAAA3I/121RB_laTuI/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343321187253898370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidKT0cWTII/AAAAAAAAA3I/121RB_laTuI/s400/DSC01077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-1474697122301369842?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ca1773722bd971ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1474697122301369842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1474697122301369842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1474697122301369842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1474697122301369842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-hadnt-seen-it-with-my-own-eyes-i.html' title='Progress. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidLBvc48QI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ndWdQ20FWeY/s72-c/DSC01065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4898872714286411587</id><published>2009-06-03T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:05:03.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up. . .</title><content type='html'>Here are a bunch of photos from the last month. . .&lt;br /&gt;The girls at the zoo. . . &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBvnLVK6I/AAAAAAAAA14/N2m4Fxj01No/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343311769124547490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBvnLVK6I/AAAAAAAAA14/N2m4Fxj01No/s400/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giraffe was so cool. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until she realized it did not move! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we were able to switch to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gorilla just before the ride started:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBvbmAw_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/8FB1i3qjsd8/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343311766015230962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBvbmAw_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/8FB1i3qjsd8/s400/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bongos. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBvJngBVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5lKXM0Abyvs/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343311761189635410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBvJngBVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/5lKXM0Abyvs/s400/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; and Meme. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDzAMn_fI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/INhJlypxvPk/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343314026403724786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDzAMn_fI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/INhJlypxvPk/s400/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking tea (a.k.a. lemonade). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBv3JXqpI/AAAAAAAAA2A/sUeep_ajesE/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343311773411289746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBv3JXqpI/AAAAAAAAA2A/sUeep_ajesE/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second greatest place on earth. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Monkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bizness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDzooUkEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/0qB3b_78lOw/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343314037257310274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDzooUkEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/0qB3b_78lOw/s400/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love this picture, but she looks so grown up:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBwSJZ1HI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eRpHGvwWbxo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343311780659188850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBwSJZ1HI/AAAAAAAAA2I/eRpHGvwWbxo/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidD0PMQV8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/M7hCtoPOQw4/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343314047608575938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidD0PMQV8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/M7hCtoPOQw4/s400/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDz9ow0hI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lIFwDuZsvgU/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343314042896306706" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDz9ow0hI/AAAAAAAAA2o/lIFwDuZsvgU/s400/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She climbed, jumped, bounced, dressed up, danced, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painted, colored, crafted and played until her heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDzYmcG8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/D08kG3RgcWY/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343314032954448834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidDzYmcG8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/D08kG3RgcWY/s400/DSC01034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4898872714286411587?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4898872714286411587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4898872714286411587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4898872714286411587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4898872714286411587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SidBvnLVK6I/AAAAAAAAA14/N2m4Fxj01No/s72-c/17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-5396842775138181249</id><published>2009-06-01T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:43:38.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be concerned?</title><content type='html'>Gracie is playing dress up with her princess "stuff" and she just put a sparkly Cinderella top around her waist and said "I am going to the big stage to DANCE!"  I said "If you are going to dance on the big stage, you'll need to cover your boobies."  She replied "Not for the kind of dancing that I'm doing!"  Seriously, when will she grow out of this phase. . .I'm starting to get concerned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive (really fantastic, amazing, I think I can finally breathe again) note. . .SHE DID IT!  A few weeks ago we agreed that she would start wearing panties last Friday.  She has been "tee-tee trained" for months, but has refused take the second step.  As the day approached, I started talking about it all of the time.  Several days before she decided that she would get a jump start on the plan.  Oh, how she loves to wake up in the morning and pick out a new pair of panties:)  She was doing great. . .when she needed to go potty she would ask for a diaper and use it instead of the toilet.  On Friday, we discussed that we would not be using a pull up anymore and that we would do all business in the toilet.  She agreed and was completely on board.  Since Friday morning, she not even tried to use the toilet.  At this point, I honestly wish that it was the "holding it in" issue from before, but no. . .it was just a lack of trying.  I really thought I was going to have to go back to the pull ups.  Today, after an "accident" (again, I use that term lightly because she has refused to even try), she realized that I was going to throw out a pair of princess panties.  I think I just hit the jackpot!  This afternoon she said her tummy did not feel good.  A few seconds later she said she had to go potty.  Of course we were on the toilet before she could blink and she said "No potty, just tee-tee."  Then "it" happened. . .SHE DID IT!  I went nuts, the dogs went nuts, she got presents and then she went nuts!  A great time for all:)  I know this battle is not over, but at least she tried!  I was not upset about the accidents, just the lack of effort.  Hopefully this is the first day of many.  After two days without an accident we get to go shopping for new panties and any toy she wants (pray she doesn't pick Hannah Montana because I will have to let her have it).  Sorry if this was too much information for you, but it was a major moment for us.  I let you know when we go pantie/toy shopping. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-5396842775138181249?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5396842775138181249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=5396842775138181249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5396842775138181249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5396842775138181249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/should-i-be-concerned.html' title='Should I be concerned?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8188164371984675186</id><published>2009-05-27T21:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:46:34.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are still alive. Yes, I've been busy. Yes, I have a ton of updating to do. Yes, I will post pictures of. . .everything. No, it will not be tonight. Three days ago I finished my last obligation for the entire summer! It was a very crazy 6 weeks and I have just been breathing the last few days. I have often thought "I need to post", but nothing really came to mind. . .until tonight:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; had just arrived home from work and they were out on the back deck while I finished preparing dinner. I heard him talking to her about a deer that was less than 50 feet away. "He's called a buck. He has velvet on his antlers. Oh, he only has one antler. . .", which was immediately followed by her putting one hand with all five fingers straight out on top of her head and replying "it's o.k., Daddy. . .we can give him one of ours from downstairs!" She was so serious and we were so entertained:) What a sweet soul. Good or bad (we shall see), Gracie always wants everyone to be "o.k.". If someone gets hurt, she will run and get a stuffed animal to make them feel better. So, as much as I worry she will be a "people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt;", I am quickly reminded that this kid can stand up for herself. Now all we have to do is find the balance.&lt;br /&gt;One more quick funny from tonight. . .after dinner they were messing around in the kitchen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; said to her "I'm the best daddy you'll ever have." She looked at him square in the eyes, put her hand on her hip and said. . ."DUH!" Oh it was priceless. . .full tone, full "tude". Remember a moment ago when I mentioned "balance"? Wish me luck. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8188164371984675186?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8188164371984675186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8188164371984675186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8188164371984675186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8188164371984675186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1618734401129605542</id><published>2009-04-12T19:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:43:21.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Day!</title><content type='html'>What an AWESOME day! We had a blast hunting for her Easter basket and eggs this morning. The Resurrection Cookies were finished with the same level of enthusiasm as the prep. . .maybe we will try a different recipe next year:) I will say, the tomb was empty! I'd call it a high altitude success. We actually made it to the first church service and Gracie enjoyed playing with her friends. When we left it was snowing. . .again. We got just enough to make sundresses and sandals out of the question. They say it will be almost 70 degrees tomorrow. . .you've got to love Colorado weather! After church, it was off to Amma and Poppy's for lunch with Aunt Sue, Uncle Gary, Aunt Amy, Uncle Jeremy, Alyssa, Uncle Chad, and Nana. We enjoyed talking and (over) eating while the girls played. They had so much fun together. I love watching their relationship develop! So, it's just about bedtime and Gracie is exploring all of her loot. . .including a variety of candies:) Sleep should be interesting. . .but rest easy, my precious child, for you are loved by THE King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I will upload video soon. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Easter Dress. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKiTaKYqLI/AAAAAAAAAz0/MiUWPSzC_w4/s1600-h/Easter+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996163829442738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKiTaKYqLI/AAAAAAAAAz0/MiUWPSzC_w4/s400/Easter+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they really need an introduction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKiTLOKhmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/yni1-rxESb8/s1600-h/Easter+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996159818761826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKiTLOKhmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/yni1-rxESb8/s400/Easter+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basket. . .round 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKiS5Jo5HI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Y_KzYhzwpj0/s1600-h/Easter+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996154967942258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKiS5Jo5HI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Y_KzYhzwpj0/s400/Easter+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie and Poppy watching Barbie Swan Lake:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPtN1yGGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/bcRSTIKXoWU/s1600-h/Easter+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323975716477474914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPtN1yGGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/bcRSTIKXoWU/s400/Easter+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at those smiles. . .when do they grow out of this phase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPs2koBYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MIbgaKcKl2Q/s1600-h/Easter+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323975710231496066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPs2koBYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MIbgaKcKl2Q/s400/Easter+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing "Jesus Loves Me" immediately followed by "You better watch out, you better not pout. . .", thanks Alyssa. . .that was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPsxtvYbI/AAAAAAAAAzM/UcSZDQKGF38/s1600-h/Easter+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323975708927549874" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPsxtvYbI/AAAAAAAAAzM/UcSZDQKGF38/s400/Easter+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up is way more fun with a cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKlZDGaghI/AAAAAAAAAz8/cUEGdUiZKjY/s1600-h/Easter+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323999559252869650" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKlZDGaghI/AAAAAAAAAz8/cUEGdUiZKjY/s400/Easter+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tired little Egg Hunter. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPscqzX7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/mqODp4r0nxM/s1600-h/Easter+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323975703278084018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKPscqzX7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/mqODp4r0nxM/s400/Easter+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-1618734401129605542?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1618734401129605542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1618734401129605542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1618734401129605542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1618734401129605542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-day.html' title='Easter Day!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeKiTaKYqLI/AAAAAAAAAz0/MiUWPSzC_w4/s72-c/Easter+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3335721616603348937</id><published>2009-04-11T13:56:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:46:44.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Week...(UPDATED!)</title><content type='html'>This year we have done several things to celebrate the Resurrection. . .&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos (and hopefully videos) to show you what we've been up to. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we took a full fledged field trip! Fortunately, we live in the country and our local Farm and Feed Shop had baby chicks, ducks, geese, roosters and rabbits. It may have been the first time we were able to leave Big R with out buying something:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB1sVRX8I/AAAAAAAAAys/GkG-964DuQY/s1600-h/Chicks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538256473710530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB1sVRX8I/AAAAAAAAAys/GkG-964DuQY/s400/Chicks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Baptism (of sorts). . .&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday brought a real swimming lesson! Funny that Ms. Claire was actually much less "pushy" than I was! That was a lesson learned:) Once again, she did great. She is working on keeping her legs straight when kicking, blowing bubbles, paddling arms and laying on her back. The biggest challenge was FOCUS! She was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in the other kids swimming lessons. She is very excited to go back to the pool. . .not so excited about another lesson:( (before you press the play arrow on the bottom left , you'll want to mute the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; at the bottom of the page ~ press II).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c587c6b7808d0a4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc587c6b7808d0a4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D717EB814A5709AC2FDA8BCF8A24F4A3EBE0EC6F.7A8FA389561B0E9CB476ACF7D4BB8EF6B3FEAC63%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc587c6b7808d0a4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK0_-41-Fv7J4LnBNCghjP1er8mI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc587c6b7808d0a4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D717EB814A5709AC2FDA8BCF8A24F4A3EBE0EC6F.7A8FA389561B0E9CB476ACF7D4BB8EF6B3FEAC63%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc587c6b7808d0a4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK0_-41-Fv7J4LnBNCghjP1er8mI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was Daddy's birthday and Easter Egg Day! Not quite as exciting as I thought. She enjoyed telling me which cup to put the egg in and when each egg was the perfect shade. . .maybe it was too rushed or just not enough freedom (go figure:)). I guess next year we will try to do them outside. On the upside. . .we only broke one egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB1fJtNXI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ycnzv4y-chM/s1600-h/EE+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538252935542130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB1fJtNXI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ycnzv4y-chM/s400/EE+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNT! 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a national "community event", in which our church was a participant. 6 local churches sponsored a 20,000 egg hunt this morning. Yes, it was freezing cold. Yes, it was almost canceled due to rain AND snow. Yes, we actually found her best friends, Trinity and Amber. And yes, we had an awesome time! She actually went out there on her own and came back with a full basket! She loved using the basket Nana made for her and we received MANY compliments on it. . .thanks, Nana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB1Owd4uI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A6H4C_xEYmw/s1600-h/Hunt+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538248534713058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB1Owd4uI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A6H4C_xEYmw/s400/Hunt+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hunt. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-678f4ae0e51cc703" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D678f4ae0e51cc703%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41A40330E6C3F0626EECDB567620002F05044863.72745138C7EBE5C5B1FD393303A0CCB2DA13CABA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D678f4ae0e51cc703%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRApuenSERRj1qbxU7ETIKCgpEls&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D678f4ae0e51cc703%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41A40330E6C3F0626EECDB567620002F05044863.72745138C7EBE5C5B1FD393303A0CCB2DA13CABA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D678f4ae0e51cc703%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRApuenSERRj1qbxU7ETIKCgpEls&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Girls. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB059eNaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tt3nyaphNk8/s1600-h/Hunt+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538242952115618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB059eNaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tt3nyaphNk8/s400/Hunt+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB0SExBNI/AAAAAAAAAyM/OFgsgH6UnSg/s1600-h/Hunt+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538232245290194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB0SExBNI/AAAAAAAAAyM/OFgsgH6UnSg/s400/Hunt+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we will make Resurrection Cookies. It is a GREAT recipe to make the night before Easter. Each item that goes in to the bowl represents an item of the Easter Story (for example, vinegar ~ which is what they gave Jesus to drink while He was on the cross). After each item is added you read a specific scripture that goes along with that item. At the end, you put the unbaked cookies in to the oven and tape the door closed. It helps kids understand how sad the disciples must have been when they put Jesus in to the tomb. Then, in the morning you come down and open the oven and the cookies are finished! When they bite in to the meringue type cookie it has a hollow center that represents the empty tomb! Praise God for the empty tomb and Praise God for saving us! May you all have a blessed Easter Day remembering not the eggs or the candy or the food on our tables, but the Risen Lord that died for you and for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a photo of Gracie making the Resurrection Cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeFhrjW6rLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/CEPngg3DXmA/s1600-h/cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643635382267058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeFhrjW6rLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/CEPngg3DXmA/s400/cookies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is beating the pecans with a wooden spoon to symbolize Jesus being beaten by the soldiers. Sadly, she looks like she is really enjoying herself. She made it through the entire process but did ask to go watch television a couple of times. I think the story is a bit scary (as it should be for all of us), even though I've tried to keep it as mild (but accurate) as possible. Last year we did not talk about the tomb at all, whereas several of her books this year went in to full detail. I don't think she has a reference point to be able to comprehend, but I am still glad she is starting to learn the reality of what happened. Here's to hollow cookies. . .I'll let you know if these worked at high altitude:) Something I still have not figured out! &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/8862957776736080014-3335721616603348937?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=678f4ae0e51cc703&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c587c6b7808d0a4f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3335721616603348937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3335721616603348937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3335721616603348937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3335721616603348937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-week.html' title='Easter Week...(UPDATED!)'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SeEB1sVRX8I/AAAAAAAAAys/GkG-964DuQY/s72-c/Chicks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4319524731550963687</id><published>2009-04-04T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:29:26.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those moments where you think to yourself "Why did I just do that?". . . I just did!!!  As I am typing, Gracie is "cutting" my hair with her plastic scissors!  It started out as a simple doctor's exam (in preparation for her visit on Wednesday) and is now a beauty treatment (think blood pressure cuff hair tie and stethoscope headband) . . .I instantly realized what I had done and began backtracking. . ."You only do this with mommy, right?  You know you NEVER put real scissors on someone hair?  The only time you would do this is with your pink play scissors, right?"  So, does anyone want to place a bet how long it'll be before I'm posting about Gracie and her real hair cutting skills?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4319524731550963687?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4319524731550963687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4319524731550963687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4319524731550963687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4319524731550963687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3447723279364055612</id><published>2009-04-03T15:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:14:58.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Report. . .</title><content type='html'>What a crazy 24 hours. Yesterday morning we were all having a great time at the Pinecrest Mom's Group. . .fast forward 12 hours and I am sitting with my dear friend at Denver Children's Hospital waiting for her daughter to come out of surgery. About 2 p.m. yesterday, Corina had a terrible car accident with 2 of her 4 children. These 2 girls are Gracie's best friends, Trinity and Amber. Amber was taken by Flight for Life to DCH, while Corina and Trin were rushed to a local hospital. I received the phone call yesterday while Gracie was napping. As she came down the stairs she obviously overheard my conversation with a friend that was also with us earlier in the morning. The crazy part is she had taken her girls to her brothers house (which happens to be in Corina's neighborhood). He is a volunteer paramedic in Elizabeth and a fireman in a nearby town. He was not on duty but had his radio on and was able to be on the site in 2 minutes. I firmly believe God had him ready and waiting, as Amber had sustained severe cuts and trauma to her head. After the call he went home very disturbed. He felt like he knew them but could not figure out why. When he said her name to my friend she almost passed out. The paramedic's daughter and Amber are good friends and they had ALL been at the same BBQ the weekend before. After the call Gracie began to ask questions and I tried my best to explain in a simple way that they had an accident but they were going to be o.k. Her face was full of fear and the tears welled up in her eyes (and mine, too). We cried and we prayed and we trusted God. Oh, how thankful I am for that time with her. It still makes me sick to my stomach thinking of an alternative conversation. She is doing o.k. now, but pray for her to be able to be a good friend when she sees Amber. Pray that she will be able to handle the wounds and not be afraid. Pray that I will know how to prepare her for the reunion. I could go on and on about the number of times God orchestrated people being in the right place at the right time but the post would probably be denied for being to large. It was an amazing day. One of the gals that helped her at the hospital was talking with her son last night before bed. They were discussing how many people were at the hospital with them. . .our pastor, an elder, friends, family. . .and then James replied "and God was there, too". He said it so matter of fact that it took her breath away. She said "what?" and he said "God was in the room with us. . .I couldn't see Him but I could feel Him." Mind you, this boy is 6. I have always believed that children's innocence allow them to experience things we are too cynical to see. So, after a helicopter ride and many hours of surgery to remove glass and repair lacerations on Amber, a night in the ER observation for Trinity and a horrific time for two parents and two older siblings, I am so thankful to report everyone is a home together, safe and sound. I know they have a lot of healing to do ~ more mental than physical, but I pray that God's goodness and glory will be able to shine through this experience. I don't know what He'll do, but I do know that I will not let it pass in vain. Instead of being fearful, I will be grateful. I will use this as an opportunity to stop taking the little things for granted and I will remember the fear in my friend's eyes each time I start to snap at Gracie or over-react to a situation. I pray that these words will touch you and that you, too, will find some way to glorify God through this. Is there someone you need to call? A behavior you need to abandon? Do you need to spend more time with God? Whatever it may be, please do it. Do it for these girls that God choose to spare. Do it to honor Him. . .especially considering He loved us enough to NOT be spared. Thank you, Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3447723279364055612?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3447723279364055612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3447723279364055612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3447723279364055612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3447723279364055612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-report.html' title='Praise Report. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7008968467882229894</id><published>2009-04-01T20:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:52:21.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This season has been unusually dry. Our "blizzard" last weekend was the first opportunity to get out the sled this year. We had a blast!  I am trying to get video uploaded, but for now, here are a couple of pictures of Little Cool Breeze "taking the hill". . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQnzzOmfJI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mz8MjqC5Rkg/s1600-h/sledding1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319920830709660818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQnzzOmfJI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mz8MjqC5Rkg/s400/sledding1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQnznCQgtI/AAAAAAAAAx8/mAJtYmqzOdM/s1600-h/sledding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319920827436663506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQnznCQgtI/AAAAAAAAAx8/mAJtYmqzOdM/s400/sledding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7008968467882229894?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7008968467882229894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7008968467882229894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7008968467882229894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7008968467882229894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/sledding.html' title='Sledding!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQnzzOmfJI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mz8MjqC5Rkg/s72-c/sledding1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4270008591971231202</id><published>2009-04-01T20:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:48:08.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie's First Swimming Lesson. . .</title><content type='html'>We have been trying to have Gracie's first swimming lesson since last Friday when it snowed 16 inches! We re-scheduled for Monday, which is when it snowed 6 inches. We were going today. . .regardless! The funny thing is we also are getting 4 inches of snow today and seriously, have hardly had any this year! So, we arrived at the rec center 30 minutes early to give her some time to get suited up and observe. There were two classes (each with several kids) going on as we sat and waited for our neighbor, Claire, to arrive. It was a perfect opportunity to show her what was supposed to happen. Next to the "lesson" pool is a kiddie water park with every imaginable sprayer and slide available. I decided I would let her play for a while since we still had 25minutes until her lesson was supposed to begin. At 10:50 we went back out and waited (and waited). She was having a blast just dancing around and dipping her feet in the pool, the time seemed to fly. At 11:15 I assumed something was wrong. I knew I would have to take matters into my own hands. . .we were going to have a lesson today! So, yes, Mommy taught the lesson:) We learned "motorboat" bubbles and even got to the point she would put her entire face in the water. We learned to monkey crawl around the edge of the pool and finally, she practiced floating on her back. She did not love it, but she did it. . .several times. I am so proud of her! Not just for doing things I know made her uncomfortable, but for doing them for me! No arguing or whining. . .just the perfect little student. I am so excited to see what happens next week when she has an actual teacher that really knows how to swim! Here are a few photos. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQkjVJ0KzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3M0UVelzWSg/s1600-h/swim+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319917249223732018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQkjVJ0KzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3M0UVelzWSg/s400/swim+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQkjGWA-6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hfZbBIUrrQU/s1600-h/swim+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319917245248371618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQkjGWA-6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/hfZbBIUrrQU/s400/swim+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQki-AktoI/AAAAAAAAAxk/AkoAdl4KgSg/s1600-h/swim+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319917243010954882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQki-AktoI/AAAAAAAAAxk/AkoAdl4KgSg/s400/swim+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4270008591971231202?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4270008591971231202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4270008591971231202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4270008591971231202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4270008591971231202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/gracies-first-swimming-lesson.html' title='Gracie&apos;s First Swimming Lesson. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SdQkjVJ0KzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/3M0UVelzWSg/s72-c/swim+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-9065438198496152610</id><published>2009-03-23T20:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:03:24.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Lord. . .</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had one of those moments that every parent prays will not happen ~ Gracie got a pink marshmallow (yes, pink) stuck in her throat at the dinner table. The worst part is that Brey and I were sitting right there and had no idea that it was happening. We were carrying on a conversation when she started crying. . .really crying. We assumed she had bitten her lip but she kept shaking her head while I tried to retrieve a soggy marshmallow from her mouth. When Brey saw the size of the marshmallow, combined with the lack of teeth marks, he realized what had happened. He asked her if it had been stuck and she started crying harder, just shaking her head up and down. My stomach sank as I realized how quickly something awful could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord for watching over her when I can not. Thank you for protecting her and thank you for this small exercise in trusting You with my precious baby. Oh, how you appeared in all of Your glory. Thank you for being our El-Roi, our Jehovah-Shammah, our Jehovah-Jireh, our Jehovah-Rophe and now as I sit here reflecting on the moment. . . my Jehovah-Shalom. You are so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-9065438198496152610?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9065438198496152610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=9065438198496152610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/9065438198496152610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/9065438198496152610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you, Lord. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4766320231729959068</id><published>2009-03-19T17:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:38:24.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's kid is this????</title><content type='html'>Every day this week Gracie has DEMANDED to take a bath.  When I've told her "not now", it resulted in a full meltdown!  On Tuesday she said to me "ballet made me really stinky!"  (No, it did not:)) but in to the tub she went ~ for 45 minutes!  She loves how it feels to walk around the tub (which I do not allow her to do), she says she is a "space walker".  Where does she come up with this stuff?  Today, gave me a glimpse in to the future. . .she washed her own hair!  I was actually able to sit and watch the news!  Granted I had to get all of the soap out, but otherwise she was really thorough.  So daddy just got home and snuck up on her:0  She looked at him and said "What are you doing here?". . .right before she ran and leaped in to his arms!  Guess it's time for dinner. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4766320231729959068?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4766320231729959068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4766320231729959068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4766320231729959068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4766320231729959068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-kid-is-this.html' title='Who&apos;s kid is this????'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3681810251899047779</id><published>2009-03-15T17:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:13:14.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a blast. . .we took Gracie to Disney on Ice this weekend!  It was a slight glimpse into what Disney World will be like when we go next Christmas!  She was completely overwhelmed by the vendors with the Disney Merchandise (of  course, several  items made it home with us!) as well as the idea of the ice skating.  She can not wait to learn to skate. . .she often scoots around the hardwoods on two paper plates pretending she is skating:)  Anyway, she was amazed by the show. . .until the Incredibles Villain showed up!  For the remainder of the show she had a blanket on her head so she could cover her eyes at a moments notice.  I'm a bit mad a Disney for making the event "scary".  Granted most of the other kids seemed to love it and overall, so did Gracie, but as the parent. . .I thought it was a bit much.  The good news is she was not scared of the large creatures.  I have been concerned about her reaction at Disney World because she is petrified of Chuckie Cheese (can you blame her ~ he is pretty creepy).  Overall, I think it was a great  introduction ~ for both of us.  This kid can be very demanding. . .she nearly had a meltdown when she saw the Cinderella Barbie!  Through this process, Mommy also learned a bit more about about sewing:)  I can honestly say this is the first thing I have ever made that was worn out of the house!  I think I am totally addicted to applique!   Here  is a picture of Gracie and Cinderella.  You can imagine how much she loves this photo. . .she keeps it on the table next to her chair!  I will add more pictures to this post when I get them from my friend that went with us. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sb2J8dybgoI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UIBkP7ZhBD8/s1600-h/disney+on+ice1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313554807248355970" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sb2J8dybgoI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UIBkP7ZhBD8/s400/disney+on+ice1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3681810251899047779?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3681810251899047779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3681810251899047779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3681810251899047779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3681810251899047779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sb2J8dybgoI/AAAAAAAAAxc/UIBkP7ZhBD8/s72-c/disney+on+ice1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7189382025604796017</id><published>2009-03-10T16:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:37:17.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee. . .</title><content type='html'>Now that Gracie is three, she seems to do a lot more on her own.  For instance, when I was plowing this morning (yes, it "surprised" snowed again while Brey was out of town) she quietly played Barbie's until Aunt Lindsey was awake.  Last night, Lindsey and I carried on an adult conversation for a few hours while she played dress up and cooking.  It is really wonderful for me to have a few moments to get things done.  So today while I was cleaning up the lunch mess she was playing make-believe ~ she was "working".  So when I finished the dishes I found her in Daddy's office. . .PULLING ALL OF THE KEYS OFF OF MY COMPUTER!  The good news is that I am finished re-assembling the keyboard. . .the bad news is I am down a "K", "," and "Ctrl" key!  Boy, am I looking forward to the conversation with the Dell support person. . .normal communication is a enough of a challenge. . .how on earth am I going to explain this one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7189382025604796017?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7189382025604796017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7189382025604796017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7189382025604796017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7189382025604796017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7127455466373354432</id><published>2009-03-10T16:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:18:39.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbblyzfRpFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/AbTVJQ5o41g/s1600-h/makeup+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311685471507686482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbblyzfRpFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/AbTVJQ5o41g/s400/makeup+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbblyjphhII/AAAAAAAAAxM/avqTmtsCScc/s1600-h/makeup+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311685467255702658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbblyjphhII/AAAAAAAAAxM/avqTmtsCScc/s400/makeup+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbblyTJPTUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Y59az0xyOtI/s1600-h/makeup+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311685462825323842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbblyTJPTUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Y59az0xyOtI/s400/makeup+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sbblx1nkcMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/zkgw7zaGKy4/s1600-h/makeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311685454899474626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/Sbblx1nkcMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/zkgw7zaGKy4/s400/makeup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, if you think she looks good . . . you should see Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7127455466373354432?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7127455466373354432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7127455466373354432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7127455466373354432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7127455466373354432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-can-say-is-if-you-think-she-looks.html' title='Beautiful?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbblyzfRpFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/AbTVJQ5o41g/s72-c/makeup+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8656678781473003982</id><published>2009-03-06T17:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:22:49.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Home. . .</title><content type='html'>Daddy's been in Baltimore all week and we are thrilled to have him home! He surprised Gracie today at lunch and I think she nearly fell out of the seat trying to get to him:) He has started a wonderful tradition (for us) when he travels. . .he always brings surprises! I am so looking forward to my She Crab Soup and I will let her gifts speak for themselves. . .&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the family "Balty"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbG96vqv3QI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nbkJ74kutV0/s1600-h/Balti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310234252572351746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbG96vqv3QI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nbkJ74kutV0/s400/Balti.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/8862957776736080014-8656678781473003982?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8656678781473003982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8656678781473003982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8656678781473003982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8656678781473003982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddys-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Home. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SbG96vqv3QI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nbkJ74kutV0/s72-c/Balti.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-5747416909566502655</id><published>2009-02-20T08:31:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:39:15.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracisms. . .</title><content type='html'>1. "I can't find the other one." What she said while trying to find the second sleeve in her shirt which was followed by "Oh, there I go! There I go!" once she found it:)&lt;br /&gt;2. "I got a cam-flage. A pink cam-flage on a Kitty." This is what she said to Daddy on the telephone when we called him during the meltdown ~ good luck decoding that one! Translation. . .she got a pink camouflage Hello Kitty watch in her Happy Meal. Surprisingly enough, it is an actual digital watch that works. Nice job, Micky Ds!&lt;br /&gt;3. "Are you happy?" She asks me this, over and over, all day long. It is sweet, but always in response to making a "bad decision". I try to tell her it does not matter if I am happy. . .I just want her to make good choices. Teaching a child to "do the right thing, for the right reason" is a really difficult task. &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;4. "I'm potty trained!" What she told Amma and Poppy at lunch last week. They looked at me and said "Really?" and I said "ask her why she is potty trained." She proudly replied "Because all of the chocolate is gone!" Remember the Advent style calender? We finally finished all of the doors, so she assumed she was trained:) If only it were that easy! Now we are trying the Princess Potty Chart (hearts, stars and dots for tee-tee, poo-poo or miss)! Oh how I long for the day to blog about her being finished!&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;5. "BUT I WANT TO WASH THE DISHES!" Whose kid is this? Surely, she doesn't belong to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ4IJZof4sI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Mxl4GHvT83E/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304686368681616066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ4IJZof4sI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Mxl4GHvT83E/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ4IJvV6O5I/AAAAAAAAAws/0Gfz0aAdybI/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304686374509230994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ4IJvV6O5I/AAAAAAAAAws/0Gfz0aAdybI/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-5747416909566502655?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5747416909566502655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=5747416909566502655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5747416909566502655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5747416909566502655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/gracisms.html' title='Gracisms. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ4IJZof4sI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Mxl4GHvT83E/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6987004534264200669</id><published>2009-02-19T15:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:13:03.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh, how different three is than two. We had a great morning "jumping" with friends, followed by lunch at McDonald's (where she actually went in to the tunnels for the first time) and then a car ride home with her new little friend Joslyn. Most of the girls are in her ballet class and will all start Kindergarten together. . .it is surreal watching her develop friendships with the girls she will probably stand next to at Graduation. Anyway, after we got home she played for a few minutes and then went down for a nap. I had very high hopes of a long, winter's rest (like every other "post jump" nap), today. . .not so much. 25 minutes later she was up, wondering the house wailing. The last breakdown was "I DON'T LIKE "LELLOW", I LIKE PINK!" This is the second time this has happened this week and I am really starting to worry it is becoming a habit. I will admit, I actually called Daddy today to talk her down. So pitiful. Now she is totally fine, smiling and asking for a ponytail! I thought I had at least 10 years before mellow drama and mood swings! So, to all of you that warned me about "3". . .let the record show, you're right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l_wd-IlI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ScJctd65Rsw/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304648819617440338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l_wd-IlI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ScJctd65Rsw/s400/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l_8zSFTI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Vd48eg1a7IQ/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304648822928053554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l_8zSFTI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Vd48eg1a7IQ/s400/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l_hf4NKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/5ByttI3eW_8/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304648815598908578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l_hf4NKI/AAAAAAAAAwM/5ByttI3eW_8/s400/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l-9tjrxI/AAAAAAAAAv8/uI96dVmielo/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304648805992607506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l-9tjrxI/AAAAAAAAAv8/uI96dVmielo/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&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/8862957776736080014-6987004534264200669?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6987004534264200669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6987004534264200669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6987004534264200669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6987004534264200669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/three.html' title='Three???'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZ3l_wd-IlI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ScJctd65Rsw/s72-c/DSC00588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6108767443270751573</id><published>2009-02-11T18:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:42:02.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracism. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZN-FQXFkfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/hmCUSiWlTd8/s1600-h/cooking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301719815101452786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZN-FQXFkfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/hmCUSiWlTd8/s400/cooking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, this girl loves to cook! So tonight, as I was assembling the dinner, she was right next to me on her stool. I was making a chicken dish that had Swiss cheese slices on top. She looked at the cheese and then looked at me and said "Momma, do you think the mice got it?" It was really funny:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6108767443270751573?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6108767443270751573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6108767443270751573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6108767443270751573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6108767443270751573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/gracism.html' title='Gracism. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SZN-FQXFkfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/hmCUSiWlTd8/s72-c/cooking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3115231366972755161</id><published>2009-02-09T19:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:11:14.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless. . .</title><content type='html'>Last spring I purchased a toddler's Bible, which we would read every night at the dinner table.  After a few months we had gone through each story several times and sadly, the ritual faded away.  Well, Gracie received a new "big girl" Bible for her birthday and tonight we started reading again.  I set it on the table before dinner and she was so excited. . .I think she asked at least 10 times if I would read while daddy was grilling.  So, after dinner it was finally time and she wanted Mommy to read.  I began the creation story (which was significantly longer than in the previous Bible);  she kept trying to peek at the next page since there were more words and fewer pictures.  I decided I should try to engage her with a few questions.  I read how "on the sixth day God created man."  I asked if she knew a man. . .of course she replied "Daddy!"  I continued reading. . . "Man was created in God's own image" which is when she interjected "Daddy is strong!"  To say the least, emotion flowed:)  She loves her Daddy so much and I am so thankful that he is a wonderful example of her Heavenly Father.  The story goes on to say "God blessed this first man."  Quite honestly, He has blessed us, too.  Thank you, Lord, for the daily blessings and teachings you bring us through this precious, priceless child.  And now  she is standing out on the deck with Daddy listening to the "Calliou's" (one of her favorite television shows) or coyote's to the rest of us!  She is truly priceless. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3115231366972755161?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3115231366972755161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3115231366972755161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3115231366972755161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3115231366972755161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/priceless.html' title='Priceless. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-16018726447609868</id><published>2009-01-31T17:33:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:46:12.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooie. . .</title><content type='html'>What is better than getting a new puppy? Having your parents get one! I'd like to introduce "Dooie" the Labradoodle. She has the sweetest disposition ever and is so mellow. I know she and Gracie will be the best of friends! Welcome to the family sweet pup. . .Cousin Beaux can't wait to meet you:) HeHeHe! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYTvow03oKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yghxI0J6FmY/s1600-h/Dooey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297622545275003042" style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYTvow03oKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yghxI0J6FmY/s400/Dooey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-16018726447609868?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/16018726447609868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=16018726447609868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/16018726447609868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/16018726447609868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/dooie.html' title='Dooie. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYTvow03oKI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yghxI0J6FmY/s72-c/Dooey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3490743821677372114</id><published>2009-01-30T17:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:29:11.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official. . .</title><content type='html'>Well, after almost 3 month, Gracie's room is now fit for the big girl she has become! We spent the day cleaning out the drawers, closet and. . .THE CRIB! I'm sure you would have thought that it came down weeks ago, but I just could not bring myself to do it. A few weeks ago she actually decided she wanted to go back, so of course I obliged:) We were playing in her room today and I asked if she wanted me to take it down and she replied "Yes, because I am a big girl!" I explained that she would NEVER sleep in it again (halfway hoping she would say just one more night) and she was certain it should come down. Lots of memories, but no tears. I guess that is just another example of enjoying this precious child, oops, I mean big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Girl's room. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYOnrigQzSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KyO7fkdpjuY/s1600-h/closet+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297261953156173090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYOnrigQzSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KyO7fkdpjuY/s400/closet+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fort in her "new" closet. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYOosd4fyII/AAAAAAAAAu8/8I_Yo6wtNcQ/s1600-h/closet+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297263068607137922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYOosd4fyII/AAAAAAAAAu8/8I_Yo6wtNcQ/s400/closet+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you think we can stay this organized?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYOnrMA7DcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/WKPWmdveoTE/s1600-h/closet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297261947119144386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYOnrMA7DcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/WKPWmdveoTE/s400/closet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8862957776736080014-3490743821677372114?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3490743821677372114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3490743821677372114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3490743821677372114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3490743821677372114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SYOnrigQzSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KyO7fkdpjuY/s72-c/closet+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4923043598467312229</id><published>2009-01-29T08:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:59:55.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpiece. . .</title><content type='html'>This is a really strange feeling.  I am at home. . .alone!  Gracie went to the Masterpiece class today at her ballet school which runs from 8 to 12p.m.!  She was actually really excited.  We loaded up a little backpack with snacks and pull-ups and headed out for a morning of "Artistic Play".  They do theater (a.k.a. puppet shows) and crafts and of course, dance!  I feel like I should be a little sad or at least nostalgic, being that this is her first real day of pre-school, but I am not. . .I am downright giddy!  What ever will I do with myself for 3 hours?  What's that?  Oh, I think I hear a closet calling. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4923043598467312229?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4923043598467312229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4923043598467312229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4923043598467312229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4923043598467312229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/masterpiece.html' title='Masterpiece. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3378260814689731971</id><published>2009-01-28T16:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:42:30.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I probably shouldn't post this, but. . .</title><content type='html'>I probably shouldn't post this, but it's way too funny. . .Gracie's new favorite phrase is "OH YEAH, BABY!"  She says it every time we open up a stinky diaper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3378260814689731971?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3378260814689731971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3378260814689731971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3378260814689731971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3378260814689731971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-probably-shouldnt-post-this-but.html' title='I probably shouldn&apos;t post this, but. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1460364312466433976</id><published>2009-01-27T08:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:48:41.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Girl. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX8q89gj6NI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rAB1SdDDOBo/s1600-h/DSC00520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295998913602644178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX8q89gj6NI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rAB1SdDDOBo/s400/DSC00520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning Gracie laid out a blanket in front of the glass doors so she and her puppy could "look at the weather".  A few moments later she turned to me and said "Momma, there is frosting on the trees!" Oh what a magical world that would be. . .and maybe the pine cones could be made of chocolate, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-1460364312466433976?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1460364312466433976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1460364312466433976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1460364312466433976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1460364312466433976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/frosting.html' title='Weather Girl. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX8q89gj6NI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rAB1SdDDOBo/s72-c/DSC00520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8347303532450001421</id><published>2009-01-25T20:18:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:56:54.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barbie Birthday Bash. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06MtdOfjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7dl6qCcCz3M/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe my baby is 3 years old! This has been such a fun and busy week celebrating my precious little princess that I forgot to stop and reflect. It is the first time 2:46 p.m. passed without mention and the first time I have not looked back through the weekly photos from her first year (although the night is not over:)). Why? Why would I forget? Surely, I still cherish those memories. The only thing I can rationalize is that my baby is not a baby anymore. We have complete conversations (and arguments). We play, sing and have make believe. We do crafts and play dress up; and now we take pictures. . . lots and lots of pictures! I will post again this week with a sampling of Gracie's newest love ~ photography, on her Fisher Price Camera! I think I am so consumed with the spectacular person she has become that it's hard to remember her any other way. I tell her all of the time "I couldn't love you anymore. . .but I will tomorrow!" That is such an understatement. She truly is amazing. She is so smart and her vocabulary is amazing. She is very nurturing (just watch her hold her babies or pet Denver). She loves to be involved in anything Mommy and Daddy are doing, but is just starting to enjoy playing by herself. As an only child, her ability to share and her giving nature surprise me every time we play with other kids. She is super silly but quite reserved ~ she still refuses to go in a "Playland" and will probably never return to Chuckie Cheese! She is a very good listener (when she wants) and remembers everything. She loves to pick out her own clothes and always surprises me with how well they match (even if it is ALWAYS shorts, tank tops and flip flops)! She knows she is becoming a "big girl" and likes her Independence ("I can do it!"), but still loves to be rocked to sleep at night. Lala will always be #1 in her heart, but she has at least 20 stuffed animals in her bed and can tell you specifics about each one! Yellow blankie has not missed a night, but now she loves to sleep under her "Frosty" blanket. Her favorite song is Joy to the World; and can this girl carry a tune! She still loves to watch television with her favorites shows being Angelina Ballerina, Max and Ruby, Finding Nemo and ANYTHING BARBIE! She will pick grilled cheese, mac-n-cheese, or chicken nuggets when she has a say, but her new favorite food is STEAK ~ yes, she is a daddy's girl! Speaking of Daddy. . .She adores him! She gets so excited at night when he gets home from work that she runs and hides! They play outside together (she loves to help him with the bird/squirrel food), take walks around the property and of course, they still run! She loves it when he tickles her until she can scream for help. At the dinner table she has to have her chair touching his so they can "eat together". He is better at getting her to sleep than I am, which makes her look forward to my Tuesday night Bible Studies. He is extraordinarily patient and loving with her but is also the disciplinarian when things escalate. . .she tries very hard to please him. On the other hand, she knows how to push buttons, especially Momma's! We are constantly discussing and negotiating. Days can be long since she is only napping 30-45 minutes, but each second of the day is priceless. I am so blessed to have this child and I thank God every day for the opportunity to love and raise this precious girl. Everyone knows that she is Daddy's Girl, but I know she will always be my baby! Tonight she called me into her room to tell me that I am the best Mommy ever! I don't know about that, but I do know that I am the luckiest! Thank you sweet child for the most wonderful three years! I can not wait to see how you change and who you become in the next 365 days!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos from the big Barbie Birthday Bash and our lunch at "Red Wobbins" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first site. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ujaNGOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/F0WOgA5JEIU/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439922722125858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ujaNGOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/F0WOgA5JEIU/s400/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special furry kitty dress. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ui7uzMgI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hzeSZBqToiA/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439914541986306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ui7uzMgI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hzeSZBqToiA/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing bubbles with Alyssa. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ujkWL56I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Cw64oC3dJlc/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ujkWL56I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Cw64oC3dJlc/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439925444601762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ujkWL56I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Cw64oC3dJlc/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie Diamond Castle ring toss. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX07hIz88hI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IuEZwm0dyPI/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295454177344680466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX07hIz88hI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IuEZwm0dyPI/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pass the Barbie" since Momma forgot to read all of the instructions for "Pass the Parcel". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06NTyxsoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/tf4m96sJKXg/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295452737183527554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06NTyxsoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/tf4m96sJKXg/s400/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the gang. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX07g-FjXaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/kgaQUA67SH0/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295454174465711522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX07g-FjXaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/kgaQUA67SH0/s400/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this even need an explanation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06M4-1-bI/AAAAAAAAAto/6-Pp9YTegXA/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295452729986382258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06M4-1-bI/AAAAAAAAAto/6-Pp9YTegXA/s400/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really wanted a globe (to see everywhere Daddy travels)! Thanks, Nana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tDVh6bEI/AAAAAAAAArY/z0MEb2onMEE/s1600-h/DSCI0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295438272199814210" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tDVh6bEI/AAAAAAAAArY/z0MEb2onMEE/s400/DSCI0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last string. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0uiMlnTEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/izls4Qy-zfc/s1600-h/DSCI0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439901886991426" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0uiMlnTEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/izls4Qy-zfc/s400/DSCI0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinata pick up. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0uivzsCcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7V8rMm4ucmw/s1600-h/DSCI0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439911341263298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0uivzsCcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7V8rMm4ucmw/s400/DSCI0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin and Evan looking so dapper. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tDx6cZvI/AAAAAAAAArw/sK__uQmW2AQ/s1600-h/DSCI0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295438279818897138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tDx6cZvI/AAAAAAAAArw/sK__uQmW2AQ/s400/DSCI0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot, toot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tEZM3TWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EJoZfBtDxLw/s1600-h/DSCI0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295438290365140322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tEZM3TWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EJoZfBtDxLw/s400/DSCI0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh how I wish I could just touch Beaux!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tDtlQ96I/AAAAAAAAAro/3d1IrB258Gc/s1600-h/DSCI0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295438278656325538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0tDtlQ96I/AAAAAAAAAro/3d1IrB258Gc/s400/DSCI0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barbie cake. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX07gm-aZUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/FzLwQQI9EKQ/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295454168261748034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX07gm-aZUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/FzLwQQI9EKQ/s400/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little princesses. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06MTNLmNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/BCegY1tM25w/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295452719845972178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06MTNLmNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/BCegY1tM25w/s400/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real Barbie Diamond Castle Princess. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06MFVqnKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MWsDXxXvXWw/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295452716123462818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX06MFVqnKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MWsDXxXvXWw/s400/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post party play. . .look at those eyes:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02nV8L8QI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ar3BI4GgKIQ/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448786389954818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02nV8L8QI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ar3BI4GgKIQ/s400/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone say "tude"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02nHUytKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/elTkt2EFatc/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448782466626722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02nHUytKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/elTkt2EFatc/s400/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, Gracie and "the bird". . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02m6DXYKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/mSPTUmy6qdA/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448778903871650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02m6DXYKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/mSPTUmy6qdA/s400/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete shock (which was followed by burying her head in Daddy's lap)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02manLR_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Es1o532uEDw/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448770464139250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02manLR_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Es1o532uEDw/s400/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.k., an ice cream sundae will make up for that humiliation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02mC01cyI/AAAAAAAAAso/3-y7wR4cvkw/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448764078977826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX02mC01cyI/AAAAAAAAAso/3-y7wR4cvkw/s400/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8347303532450001421?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8347303532450001421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8347303532450001421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8347303532450001421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8347303532450001421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/barbie-birthday-bash.html' title='The Barbie Birthday Bash. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SX0ujaNGOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/F0WOgA5JEIU/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-220721727772646217</id><published>2009-01-21T16:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:59:40.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genetics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXfGNqNKUnI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GUZHKkR7jD0/s1600-h/gift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293917824967398002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXfGNqNKUnI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GUZHKkR7jD0/s400/gift.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should start by saying that I NEVER peek at presents. . .I don't want to ruin the surprise. I love to look at a wrapped present for as many days as possible; somehow, it makes the event last longer. My sister-in-law. . .not so much! Sweet Aunt Heidi can not have a wrapped gift with in eye site. When she comes for a visit she always brings presents. Before we can even get the luggage unloaded she is standing in front of us saying "Open it, open it!" Please don't get me wrong, I LOVE this part of her personality! She has a amazing way of making you feel incredibly special. I say all of this as a lead in to last night. UPS delivered a package for Gracie about 4p.m. At 4:01 she began asking to open the gift. I explained that it was for her birthday and that we would open it at the party. It became clear that Gracie has this same gene as her Aunt Heidi. Asking turned to begging and begging turned to crying. I finally used the "We'll ask Daddy when he gets home" line. The second he walked in she started on him, so here is a snip from the beginning of Gracie's Birthday celebration (Side note: she picked out this outfit all by herself ~ she wanted to look nice for daddy!) Sorry for the choppy video, I ran out of memory:) Doesn't that just about sum it up! Again, press pause (II) on the Playlist at the bottom to mute the music.  Follow up:  I can't get the second video to load. . .sorry.  It was really cute ~ she was telling Meme and Pappy thank you and "I love you" while she was wearing her precious new swimsuit and flip flops.  She wants to wear it all the time.  Hopefully she will be this excited to wear it to swim lessons. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ffd98306f5bc80a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dffd98306f5bc80a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70686D1B936842A2BD65D5F1A8601A530C30EEF4.73D1324ADAEFD077BB26D2538EDED2F4140A29D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffd98306f5bc80a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCSpYWtstt-5cz15OQkhllgQZuTk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dffd98306f5bc80a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331705149%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70686D1B936842A2BD65D5F1A8601A530C30EEF4.73D1324ADAEFD077BB26D2538EDED2F4140A29D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffd98306f5bc80a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCSpYWtstt-5cz15OQkhllgQZuTk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-220721727772646217?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ffd98306f5bc80a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/220721727772646217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=220721727772646217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/220721727772646217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/220721727772646217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/genetics.html' title='Genetics?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXfGNqNKUnI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GUZHKkR7jD0/s72-c/gift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3027845324603784354</id><published>2009-01-19T23:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:16:14.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock Show. . .</title><content type='html'>What a great day at the National Western Stock Show! Gracie was in rare form. . .she even rode a real Texas Longhorn! Just click this link &lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=7e2d1ec4d1c401013a2a80&amp;amp;skin_id=1702&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=7e2d1ec4d1c401013a2a80&amp;amp;skin_id=1702&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&lt;/a&gt; to view the montage. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3027845324603784354?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3027845324603784354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3027845324603784354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3027845324603784354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3027845324603784354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/stock-show.html' title='Stock Show. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1471361185154441741</id><published>2009-01-18T18:55:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:15:58.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Trip?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Daddy's home! Brey's trip was an amazing blessing for us both! I will tell you there is something so spiritual, powerful and alive in this place that you can feel it in the pictures and hear it in the stories. I find it interesting that the country is 98% Muslim, yet filled with the presence of God. On several occasions, the photos actually brought me to tears. Oh how I long to go. . .I wish you could hear Brey talk about each picture and what it meant to him. For now we will have to make do with the photos. Here are a select few. . .I hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The City of Petra ~ one of the 7 "new" wonders: The view from the Siq (a mile long channel that leads you into the city) as you are about to enter Petra. This building is the Treasury (and yes, this is where Indiana Jones was filmed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf4KP8IyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PNKOA_oZCj8/s1600-h/j1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292820143007343394" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf4KP8IyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PNKOA_oZCj8/s400/j1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full view of the Treasury. Notice the detail. This was built over 2000 years ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf3hanfKI/AAAAAAAAAns/CrQBwnjhqdk/s1600-h/j2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292820132046273698" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf3hanfKI/AAAAAAAAAns/CrQBwnjhqdk/s400/j2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tombs along the Street of Facades. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292820128344886178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf3ToIy6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/9aOxCC1GC30/s400/j3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mount Nebo which is located outside of Amman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 34:1-4 "Then Moses climbed Mount Nebo from the plains of Moab to the top of Pisgah, across from Jericho. There the LORD showed him the whole land--from Gilead to Dan, all of Naphtali, the territory of Ephraim and Manasseh, all the land of Judah as far as the western sea, the Negev and the whole region from the Valley of Jericho, the City of Palms, as far as Zoar. Then the LORD said to him, "This is the land I promised on oath to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob when I said, 'I will give it to your descendants.' I have let you see it with your eyes, but you will not cross over into it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view of the Promised Land from Mount Nebo. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf3GMRkSI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WsFS_LCNQFA/s1600-h/j4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292820124738359586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf3GMRkSI/AAAAAAAAAnc/WsFS_LCNQFA/s400/j4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a clear day you can also see Jerusalem, Jericho and the Dead Sea. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPu0PPx0_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/_w2J7Dtq85A/s1600-h/DSCF4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292836568303784946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPu0PPx0_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/_w2J7Dtq85A/s400/DSCF4837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brey at the Citadel in Amman, Jordan. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe5hJbuAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/y16F7hVmJ8A/s1600-h/j5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292819066822309890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe5hJbuAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/y16F7hVmJ8A/s400/j5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Dead Sea Scrolls. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe5XtPU2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/oxeHM-QgpMg/s1600-h/j6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292819064288138082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe5XtPU2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/oxeHM-QgpMg/s400/j6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jordan River where John baptized Jesus. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe4wrEkbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oz7t8E699PQ/s1600-h/j8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292819053810061746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe4wrEkbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oz7t8E699PQ/s400/j8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much research and excavation, the actual baptism site. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe49OK5PI/AAAAAAAAAm0/a3a-uZok9mE/s1600-h/j9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292819057178502386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe49OK5PI/AAAAAAAAAm0/a3a-uZok9mE/s400/j9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brey getting water from the Jordan ~ a gift for mommy:) When he gave me the bottle it literally took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPeQObfETI/AAAAAAAAAms/PlBf8TgWIpY/s1600-h/j10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292818357423116594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPeQObfETI/AAAAAAAAAms/PlBf8TgWIpY/s400/j10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current Jordan River is only 15 feet wide. Israel is only a stones throw away. . .Praise God for the peace treaty; when this photo was taken they were fighting with Palestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPePhVA_CI/AAAAAAAAAmk/aRQ4GPhSkvs/s1600-h/j11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292818345316383778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPePhVA_CI/AAAAAAAAAmk/aRQ4GPhSkvs/s400/j11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., did I mention this was a business trip? Brey and his boss "working". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPePRUccII/AAAAAAAAAmc/Sl8APhQZQG0/s1600-h/j12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292818341019021442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPePRUccII/AAAAAAAAAmc/Sl8APhQZQG0/s400/j12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lowest point on earth. . .The Dead Sea, which is said to be on top of Sodom and Gomorrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe5I6xWEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/BLcp5_COimY/s1600-h/j7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292819060318361666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPe5I6xWEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/BLcp5_COimY/s400/j7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brey ~ just after he sunk up to his knees in "mud". . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPePMuf8-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/U_Bx5DYgVkc/s1600-h/j13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292818339786126306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPePMuf8-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/U_Bx5DYgVkc/s400/j13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPeO0nzO_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/nGLIh4d2Q1g/s1600-h/j14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292818333315578866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPeO0nzO_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/nGLIh4d2Q1g/s400/j14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so glad to have him home, especially with the term-oil in the middle east.  However, this trip has changed us both, for the better. I pray that the "reality" of the Bible stays fresh in our hearts and continues to create a hunger for more. It is obvious that you would feel closer to Jesus when you are standing where He stood. I can just imagine Him coming up out of the water ~ His power and majesty in all of its glory. . .it makes my heart race just thinking of it! Oh how I want to see Him this clearly in my life. Won't you join me in looking for Him in the ordinary moments of our daily routine? I would love to hear where you find Him. &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/8862957776736080014-1471361185154441741?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1471361185154441741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1471361185154441741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1471361185154441741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1471361185154441741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/business-trip.html' title='Business Trip?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SXPf4KP8IyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PNKOA_oZCj8/s72-c/j1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6540166080883836411</id><published>2009-01-13T17:22:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:04:07.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plethora of Pictures. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why haven't I been blogging? OVERLOAD! Here are MANY photos from our Christmas season. These are more for me than anyone else, but I hope you enjoy, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practicing &lt;em&gt;Joy to the World!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW03DnAfigI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1S_2BWxEepY/s1600-h/c+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290945672380385794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW03DnAfigI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1S_2BWxEepY/s400/c+21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy's Birthday in Beaver Creek. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290944513171980082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW02AInq_zI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bEJJTbAjeGs/s400/c+20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01__5vsjI/AAAAAAAAAls/Zojf_nMWqyw/s1600-h/c+19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290944510831866418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01__5vsjI/AAAAAAAAAls/Zojf_nMWqyw/s400/c+19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01_uWtMsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1_d8kzxPi7w/s1600-h/c+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290944506121499330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01_uWtMsI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1_d8kzxPi7w/s400/c+18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too darn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01_S5jz-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-8xkWcgTYws/s1600-h/c+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290944498751492066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01_S5jz-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-8xkWcgTYws/s400/c+17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrapping presents. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z_86k7FI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1W8e62FRNy4/s1600-h/c+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290942311006792786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z_86k7FI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1W8e62FRNy4/s400/c+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve at Amma and Poppy's. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW03EBXXwgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xDbY_83xszc/s1600-h/c+22"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290945679455666690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW03EBXXwgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xDbY_83xszc/s400/c+22" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how she loves dress-up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z_T5pzwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/3hq0oiBzQuk/s1600-h/c+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290942299997064962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z_T5pzwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/3hq0oiBzQuk/s400/c+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready for a spend the night. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z_gW5U2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vgnt05412WM/s1600-h/c+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290942303340942178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z_gW5U2I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vgnt05412WM/s400/c+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning. . .(obviously it was a late night)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01-31yBcI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4VD7hKzdwNA/s1600-h/c+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290944491487888834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW01-31yBcI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4VD7hKzdwNA/s400/c+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Brunch with the Lee's, Papa, Grammy, Lindsey and Mike. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for playing dollhouse Uncle Mike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939713822083506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xoxpfSbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/pO5Uxpyapm0/s400/c+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Itty, Bitty baby. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xpnFiP0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/m4gp2Pdy-QM/s1600-h/c+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939728166797122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xpnFiP0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/m4gp2Pdy-QM/s400/c+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itty, bitty baby playing piano. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xqOVr8DI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LJ8ErsuQh7Y/s1600-h/c+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939738703523890" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xqOVr8DI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LJ8ErsuQh7Y/s400/c+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone say "HAM"?  This mic even comes with its own applause!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xpcUAKuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4hecJS5VJkU/s1600-h/c+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939725274688226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xpcUAKuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4hecJS5VJkU/s400/c+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's big delivery. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xpKRemjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/mLFsMrNZXdE/s1600-h/c+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939720432261682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0xpKRemjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/mLFsMrNZXdE/s400/c+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year's Day. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y4A9yZsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/2xBeMbywWYc/s1600-h/c+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290941075143419586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y4A9yZsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/2xBeMbywWYc/s400/c+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helpin' Dad smoke a brisket. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y4UyabaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/76VWomTia30/s1600-h/c+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290941080464420258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y4UyabaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/76VWomTia30/s400/c+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend, Benjamin. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y4nTDydI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zvHdH_kw5X4/s1600-h/c+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290941085433186770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y4nTDydI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zvHdH_kw5X4/s400/c+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've created a monster. . .She staged this scene and is telling everyone to say cheese.  Then she makes me review the "photos" with her.  I think it's time for a real camera. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z-_RVUII/AAAAAAAAAk0/53o40ZwsNgo/s1600-h/c+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290942294459240578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z-_RVUII/AAAAAAAAAk0/53o40ZwsNgo/s400/c+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie's first tea party with Mommy and Amma. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y5WCRt6I/AAAAAAAAAkk/JISWvJ1x06A/s1600-h/c+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290941097979262882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y5WCRt6I/AAAAAAAAAkk/JISWvJ1x06A/s400/c+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z-c2wvbI/AAAAAAAAAks/5U6cIS1Gaf0/s1600-h/c+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290942285220986290" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0z-c2wvbI/AAAAAAAAAks/5U6cIS1Gaf0/s400/c+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, how I love her new favorite pastime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y5NctJfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/MY_mcsuWkhA/s1600-h/c+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290941095674193394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0y5NctJfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/MY_mcsuWkhA/s400/c+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6540166080883836411?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6540166080883836411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6540166080883836411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6540166080883836411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6540166080883836411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/plethora-of-pictures.html' title='A Plethora of Pictures. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW03DnAfigI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1S_2BWxEepY/s72-c/c+21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8401632022840442282</id><published>2009-01-13T15:46:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:29:31.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bitty Ballerina!</title><content type='html'>O.k., o.k., I know it has been a long time since I have blogged ~ let's just call it writer's block. I am pleased to say the creative juices are flowing again, thanks to a major event today. . .Gracie's first ballet class! Brey and I had been talking about starting after her birthday so I was researching different schools. The local dance company emailed me this morning and suggested I bring her in for a "test drive". At first she was very reluctant ~ go figure. I told her she did not have to dance or even go in the room which is when she confidently replied "I'll dance!" She was so funny getting dressed. I think she said "I'm going to ballet!" at least 10 times:) We took the proverbial "pre" pictures and I could hardly get one in focus because she was twirling and kicking all over the place. From the moment we walked in she was completely at ease. We LOVE our teacher Miss Michele. We had a few minutes to talk with Michele and play with the other girls before class. Then, Gracie walked right in to the room and was transformed in to a perfect ballerina. She listened to each instruction, waited her turn and ONLY interacted with Miss Michele. At the end of class she got a Hello Kitty stamp on each hand, which made the morning perfect. After class we went to buy a new leotard and pair of tights. To say the least, LET THE GAMES BEGIN! It was so awesome watching Gracie participate in something SHE loves. I have a feeling this was day 1 of many! So now I wait for May 16th. . .her first recital! I am so excited I can hardly stand it! Here are a few photos and a video from this most important day. . .Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby ballerina. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0gbaGUY7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/MYZJCShGkpg/s1600-h/ballet+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290920792464581554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0gbaGUY7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/MYZJCShGkpg/s400/ballet+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Practice, practice, practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290919992664716194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0fs2nK86I/AAAAAAAAAjE/dK1vFENFAFY/s400/ballet+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0fsXjEO-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/8Sv7_D6mn70/s1600-h/ballet+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290919984325999586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0fsXjEO-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/8Sv7_D6mn70/s400/ballet+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that posture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0fsJpIkfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/lXhAPCSKSE4/s1600-h/ballet+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290919980593353202" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0fsJpIkfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/lXhAPCSKSE4/s400/ballet+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Am I doing 'French fries and Pizza'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0fr7AzEBI/AAAAAAAAAis/p1eINdc4vYQ/s1600-h/ballet+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290919976666075154" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0fr7AzEBI/AAAAAAAAAis/p1eINdc4vYQ/s400/ballet+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new outfit ~ Princess, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0frZh345I/AAAAAAAAAik/D6pGAWKblPA/s1600-h/ballet+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290919967677997970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SW0frZh345I/AAAAAAAAAik/D6pGAWKblPA/s400/ballet+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be warned, this is 3 and a half minutes long! 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Of course, I was in mission mode, so I just smiled and went along with my business. As the volume increased and her tone became more stearn, I finally noticed that she was tugging on her princess pull-up.  Then it struck me. . .She had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEGGIE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3826967125254256420?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3826967125254256420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3826967125254256420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3826967125254256420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3826967125254256420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/veggie.html' title='A Veggie?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1189936488959312867</id><published>2008-12-25T21:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:04:58.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude. . .</title><content type='html'>Christmas night often finds me exhausted and slightly confused. . .How did this most anticipated day slip by again without even noticing? I am not sure what was different this year, but I am sitting in front of the warm fire and twinkling Christmas tree with an unusual sense of ease. Yes, this year did rush by in a blur, but I think my focus was different. Having a two year old in the house at Christmas has been a wonderful gift, all alone. We have so enjoyed watching Gracie's excitement. She is consumed with Christmas.  Not the presents, but the preparation.  She sings Christmas carols non-stop. Several times, I have caught her standing in front of the tree admiring the ornaments or even wrapping up her cherished possessions to give to those she loves. I think it is amazing how a young child can grasp the true meaning of Christmas. Yes, we have read numerous books describing the birth of Jesus, but it goes much deeper.  It is the reverent look she gets on her face when she sings Joy to the World or Away in the Manger.  It is the loving way she asks to cuddle up with Brey and I while we watch Christmas movies.  It is the desire to help with the little tasks.  It is the willingness to give herself to make others happy.  Basically, it is the unconscious gratitude for the blessings in our life.  I pray that I might learn from this precious child and live in a state of unconscious gratitude. . .all year long.  Now that's a gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-1189936488959312867?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1189936488959312867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1189936488959312867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1189936488959312867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1189936488959312867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7380427559840623589</id><published>2008-12-19T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:07:36.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Version of I Corinthians 13</title><content type='html'>If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not share the true meaning of Christmas, I'm just another cook.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not demonstrate kindness to strangers, it profits me nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband. Love is kind, though harried and tired. Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens. Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way. Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can't. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Love never fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7380427559840623589?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7380427559840623589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7380427559840623589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7380427559840623589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7380427559840623589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-version-of-i-corinthians-13.html' title='A Christmas Version of I Corinthians 13'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-5911206805630314069</id><published>2008-12-18T21:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:53:42.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carolling. . .</title><content type='html'>What a great experience. . .Today a few of my friends and I took the kids Christmas Carolling at a nearby nursing home. First off, the kids did great. As you can imagine, this was not their normal environment, but each one "sang" and then interacted so sweetly with the residents. Please join me in praying for those individuals that are alone this year; that they will know the love of Jesus and feel the peace and joy that only He can provide. I sincerely hope each person was blessed by our time together ~ I know I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUsmKPJjdQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MkDEZFT3JCA/s1600-h/singing+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281356945329190146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUsmKPJjdQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MkDEZFT3JCA/s400/singing+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUsmJ4D3DfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/BLWHaDJf5Cg/s1600-h/singing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281356939131293170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUsmJ4D3DfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/BLWHaDJf5Cg/s400/singing+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUsmJdTbO5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/ECmwjnJUixA/s1600-h/singing+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281356931948821394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUsmJdTbO5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/ECmwjnJUixA/s400/singing+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-5911206805630314069?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5911206805630314069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=5911206805630314069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5911206805630314069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5911206805630314069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-carolling.html' title='Christmas Carolling. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUsmKPJjdQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MkDEZFT3JCA/s72-c/singing+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8967028981187979783</id><published>2008-12-17T21:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:52:46.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Miracle!</title><content type='html'>The boppy is gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUnWm0gJ78I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AA14q_q-QaY/s1600-h/boppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280988000485502914" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUnWm0gJ78I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AA14q_q-QaY/s400/boppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie has always called a soothie pacifier her boppy. We have been talking about the fact that she only had one left, and when it was gone ~ it was gone. Well, three nights ago we lost the lone survivor. I am sure it is still in the house (along with several others that we will find during our next move:)), but we have searched this place upside and down with no results. Thankfully, each "sleep" is getting a little easier. Funny how these milestones are as difficult for us. . .Brey just said "Who would of thought I would have been the last to hear that little 'squish, squish, squish'" It instantly made my eyes well up. So, we were supposed to take down the crib this weekend. . .maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8967028981187979783?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8967028981187979783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8967028981187979783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8967028981187979783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8967028981187979783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-miracle.html' title='A Christmas Miracle!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUnWm0gJ78I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AA14q_q-QaY/s72-c/boppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6771981936583497673</id><published>2008-12-16T12:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:19:40.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carcass, smarcass. . .</title><content type='html'>I feel so domestic ~ I have "picked", chopped and boiled my first CARCASS! I will admit that I was a bit overwhelmed by the thought, but it is actually really easy. . .and oh, the smells! I expect this will be the best bowl of soup I ever serve! For those of you that know me really well, you know I do not like to get dirty. I also do not care for leftovers. I think this will be my one exception. . .I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am typing this, Gracie is reading a children's Bible. She is in Revelation 20, where Satan is bound for 1000 years. She looked at the picture and asked "Do you like this one?" I told her that everything in the Bible is important, but some of it is not fun to read. She looked at the picture again (which IS really scary for toddler book) and replied "I don't like him, he's in a BAAAAD way. . ." Yes, my love, Satan is in a bad way. Praise God we're not going with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6771981936583497673?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6771981936583497673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6771981936583497673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6771981936583497673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6771981936583497673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-so-domestic-i-have-picked.html' title='Carcass, smarcass. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7361751265760417521</id><published>2008-12-13T20:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:46:59.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUR9_eB5EsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GnBP-HWntW0/s1600-h/rockwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279483192531292866" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUR9_eB5EsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GnBP-HWntW0/s400/rockwell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rockwell is complete!  Daddy arrived home safely last night with a bag full of Slovenian goodies:)  Today, a beautiful Colorado day, was spent shopping with Amma on the Southlands Main Street (which was decorated with Norman Rockwell Christmas scenes).  Tonight. . .the icing on the cake!  For our 13th anniversary, we all cuddled up on the couch to watch the Denver Symphony Orchestra's performance with the Children's Choir!  It was perfect~ beautiful tree sparkling next to the "roaring" fire, my precious family and songs about Jesus. . .what more could I ask for?  I will say, one of our favorite moments was the reading of Twas The Night Before Christmas.  There were bells and drums and Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies all capped off with CAPTAIN STUBING (yes, from the Love Boat) reading the story from a beautifully illustrated copy of the children's book.  O.k., I will admit, it was a bit odd in the beginning, but once he got going, it was amazing!  I hope you all find a Rockwell moment with your families this year.  May your homes be full of thanksgiving and love for one another. . .What a perfect way to honor Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7361751265760417521?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7361751265760417521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7361751265760417521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7361751265760417521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7361751265760417521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUR9_eB5EsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GnBP-HWntW0/s72-c/rockwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-5724264514133420961</id><published>2008-12-11T08:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:29:47.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, according to the Advent Calender. . .It's Christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUE_q7MNrVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9IFi5SYViHU/s1600-h/advent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278570244930907474" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUE_q7MNrVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9IFi5SYViHU/s400/advent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the phone this morning when Gracie came in holding up the calender. She proudly said "I ate them all!" I guess she could read the look on my face ~ so, with a huge smile and a little rub of her belly, she followed it up with "There's a party in my tummy!" I think she has realized a comic relief helps avoids punishment. . .I hope her future teachers think she is as cute as I do!&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/8862957776736080014-5724264514133420961?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5724264514133420961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=5724264514133420961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5724264514133420961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5724264514133420961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS???'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SUE_q7MNrVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9IFi5SYViHU/s72-c/advent.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-326764522202237056</id><published>2008-12-10T18:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:10:47.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Spirit. . .</title><content type='html'>We have clay-mation movies, cookie exchange snacks and a fully decorated house.  I would say this is a pretty great way to spend an evening with my precious baby.  We will watch Rudolph, read a few Christmas books, "untie the bow", "open the door"  and enjoy this blessed season ~ all we are missing is Daddy.  Not long now. . .I can't wait for him to get home so we can enjoy this together.  Saturday night we will continue the ornament exchange tradition (it is the anniversary of when we met), and then have a Christmas gathering with our small group on Sunday.  I am so excited to get the presents wrapped and put under the tree; I think it will take the excitement to a new level!  She is completely enamored with the "village".  She just stands in front of it as she carefully examines each piece.  We are still singing Christmas Carols 24/7.  She evens makes up some of her own:)  I love that she loves what we love!  May you have a peaceful, loving night, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-326764522202237056?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/326764522202237056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=326764522202237056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/326764522202237056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/326764522202237056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='The Christmas Spirit. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8519613885379028717</id><published>2008-12-09T12:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:25:52.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A passing  grade. . .</title><content type='html'>PLOWING 101: COMPLETED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT CLASS: SHOVELING. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I could not find anyone to dig me out today. It took just over 2 hours to plow. Poor baby Gracie ~ she sat strapped in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; and watched movies in my car the entire time. She is a champion! I loathe the thought of shoveling the deck and front walk. We got at least 6 inches of actual snow, but the drifting makes certain spots over a foot deep! I guess I will tackle that during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;. . .Boy, do I appreciate my husband right now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8519613885379028717?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8519613885379028717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8519613885379028717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8519613885379028717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8519613885379028717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/passing-grade.html' title='A passing  grade. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1855401187885668404</id><published>2008-12-08T19:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:18:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army wife moment. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every Army wife knows that when the guys are away ~ havoc will play!  We are expecting about a foot of snow tonight:) so, I while I made a quick phone call to find someone to plow our driveway (since I have not taken Plow 101) Gracie worked diligently on her latest art project.  As I hung up the phone, she said "Look at my bruises, Momma!"  Of course it instantly got my attention. . .then there was the "you've got to be kidding me" rise in pressure, followed by the smile that you can't hold back no matter how hard you try.  We both started laughing while I was trying to discipline her, so I just gave up and decided to take some photos ~ enjoy!  Thank goodness this is a really short trip!  And now, we are off to the tub. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/ST3SoOiznXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wj7PdqsZlkk/s1600-h/marker2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277605926888775026" style="WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/ST3SoOiznXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wj7PdqsZlkk/s400/marker2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/ST3SnrxtDwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VHnjOsXoGec/s1600-h/marker1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277605917556018946" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/ST3SnrxtDwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VHnjOsXoGec/s400/marker1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-1855401187885668404?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1855401187885668404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1855401187885668404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1855401187885668404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1855401187885668404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/army-wife-moment.html' title='Army wife moment. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/ST3SoOiznXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wj7PdqsZlkk/s72-c/marker2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-9058910391478082186</id><published>2008-12-07T22:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:52:30.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm?</title><content type='html'>Any guesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/STyq1ftN3xI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YYYk6-5p0vk/s1600-h/nut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277280699392319250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/STyq1ftN3xI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YYYk6-5p0vk/s400/nut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, little one was a bit wound up tonight. . .First thing she did after we came home this evening was head upstairs. I asked her what she was doing and she said she needed to get some things for Frosty to go ice-skating. Knowing my child, I should have asked a follow-up question. A few minutes later I found her in the kitchen with the dancing Frosty. They were both wearing diapers on their heads and "skating" around on the hard woods. I am so sorry my video port is broken ~ it was classic! In the picture she has tucked herself in to "bed" next to Frosty (he is on the blue base in the background). Yes, her covers are an oriental rug, and yes, she is wearing a second pull up ~ on the outside! I guess this is what you get after an afternoon with grandparents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-9058910391478082186?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9058910391478082186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=9058910391478082186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/9058910391478082186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/9058910391478082186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/STyq1ftN3xI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YYYk6-5p0vk/s72-c/nut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3666360233456108139</id><published>2008-12-05T17:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:56:26.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAM. . .</title><content type='html'>I love having a live Christmas tree.  I wait for this day all year!  I love to see it standing there in all of its majesty with that amazing smell filling the house.  I love (watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt;) put the lights on the tree while we listen to Christmas music and drink eggnog.  And then, then final, crowning moment. . .the angel is placed on the top and the lights go on!  I will never outgrow this event!  Obviously, Gracie can feel my excitement, which makes her anticipation palpable:)  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; brought the tree home earlier this week, she could hardly contain herself.  She came running out of the garage shouting "MY VERY FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE!"  True, this is her third Christmas, but we were in Alabama last year and did not really decorate.  So, technically, this is the first big tree she has known.  I hope "that moment" is as special for her as it is for me ~ I will certainly be ready, with camera in hand!  The real reason for this post is not to show a photo or tell a cute story, but to share a miracle. . .Pine sap drives me nuts.  I don't know why, but I am the only one it attacks in our family.  So tonight I was ready to fight back.  The trusty Internet taught me that PAM cooking spray removes sap in seconds!  No scrubbing or burning.  No sticky mess for days.  10 seconds and voila!  Hope this tip can help you, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3666360233456108139?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3666360233456108139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3666360233456108139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3666360233456108139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3666360233456108139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/pam.html' title='PAM. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-2763486468628437832</id><published>2008-11-25T08:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:06:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer 101</title><content type='html'>This morning I asked Gracie to say the blessing for our breakfast.  After three attempts (due to television interference) I finally told her that we need to pay attention and not watch t.v. when we talk to Jesus.  She started again with the standard "Lord Jesus, thank you for my food, please keep my Daddy safe."  When she was finished, I told her how nice that was and she replied, "But I am REALLY thankful for my t.v.!"  I guess we need to review Prayer 101 ~ I think we missed something. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-2763486468628437832?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2763486468628437832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=2763486468628437832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2763486468628437832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2763486468628437832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-101.html' title='Prayer 101'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6910694993748902787</id><published>2008-11-21T08:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:19:49.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation. . .</title><content type='html'>When I say "boo-la-la-laaaa", you say "ah"!  O.k., it has taken a few days, but I have finally figured it out. . .Last week Daddy jumped out and scared Gracie and she thought it was the funniest thing ever.  They continued doing the routine throughout the evening, but it that was it.  Early this week she started saying "boo-la-la-laaaa" all of the time.  I assumed it was something she picked up from a friend, until she added the "you say, AH!" (with a really funny, fake scared look:)).  So, come to find out, she is actually saying is "Boogie, Boogie, Boogie" and then responding to herself with a loud "AHHHH!"  I should have to pay for entertainment this good ~ oh, let's be honest, I do pay. . .(and pay and pay)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6910694993748902787?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6910694993748902787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6910694993748902787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6910694993748902787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6910694993748902787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/translation.html' title='Translation. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8617416800318384982</id><published>2008-11-20T20:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:15:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Girl Bed. . .</title><content type='html'>So, the big girl bed is actually going really well. She has enjoyed the extra space, and more so the independence. Brey and I have found ourselves laughing a lot lately:) The first morning we heard a knock on our door followed by "I awake!" That little ritual has continued, however, last night it came at 4:00a.m. So now we have a new "first" to add to the list ~ she crawled into our bed, snuggled up tight and slept soundly until 6:30a.m. When Daddy came to tell us good-bye she was sprawled out across my stomach ~ oh how it reminded me of her first days when she would only sleep if I was holding her:) Last night Brey and I had a late dinner. After she was tucked into bed, we sat down to eat. Even before we could pray she shouted "Are you eating steak?" (She is definitely our child:)) After several questions I finally told her we were trying to pray so we could eat. A moment later we heard her shouting the dinner prayer from her bedroom. I know this blog will never do that moment justice, but it was absolutely priceless. Another funny thing she has started to do is to get up a few minutes after I leave the room, turn on the light, pile a huge stack of books into her bed and read to her "guys". It is classic listening to her make up stories (quite similar to the originals) and explain what is going on to different stuffed animals. Last night this went on for over 20 minutes and only came to an end because of an intervention. She understands the freedom, but fortunately not taking advantage of it. We have both just stood over her bed in amazement ~ it is really surreal to look at her and see a big girl, not a baby. Seriously. . .when did this happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8617416800318384982?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8617416800318384982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8617416800318384982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8617416800318384982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8617416800318384982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-girl-bed.html' title='The Big Girl Bed. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6120641563282351819</id><published>2008-11-16T21:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:56:32.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good. . .</title><content type='html'>HUGE MILESTONE ~ Gracie is actually asleep in her Big Girl Bed! Last night she asked if she could sleep in her twin size bed, so today we bought a "fence" for the edge and got it all set up after Daddy arrived home from drill. She lined up her "guys" along the edge and tucked snow lepy and "the LaLas" under the covers. She read them books and sang songs and then we practiced turning out the lights (which did not go well). Then Daddy asked if SHE wanted to sleep there tonight. . .So, we did the usual routine (except with the light on:)) and then I left the room ~ no crying, no fighting, no fear! We bantered back and forth with "I love you" 's and a few questions about what I was doing, followed by a "thank you for my new bed" and "thank you for leaving the light on" (yes, I feel like a Motel 6) and then silence. . .I am so proud of her for making this transition.  She actually asked me to take these pictures. . .what have I done to this poor child? Doesn't she looks like such a big girl ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SSD2Vy-89pI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YHXmYcKyChw/s1600-h/bed+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482418346981010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SSD2Vy-89pI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YHXmYcKyChw/s400/bed+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SSD2VcpE_lI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Wf0AzjilUPE/s1600-h/bed+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482412349652562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SSD2VcpE_lI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Wf0AzjilUPE/s400/bed+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SSD2U4TOicI/AAAAAAAAAgs/stm3TQYtYMQ/s1600-h/bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482402594326978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SSD2U4TOicI/AAAAAAAAAgs/stm3TQYtYMQ/s400/bed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final thought ~ the crib stays, for now. I can barely stomach the thought of taking it down, at least without tears welling up. I loved planning the nursery. Every detail was a labor of love which allowed us to bond before her arrival. I remember bringing her home from the hospital and sitting in the the rocking chair while Brey got us settled in. I slept in the nursery with her for months to "make things easier for Daddy" (yeah, right!) and now it is the place WE go for "private time". I guess my fear is that it will soon be the place SHE goes for private time. I am painfully aware the clock is ticking, so I pray that I will cherish each minute of this season and not take one moment of being her "best friend" for granted. I love you dearly, Amazing Grace!&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/8862957776736080014-6120641563282351819?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6120641563282351819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6120641563282351819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6120641563282351819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6120641563282351819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SSD2Vy-89pI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YHXmYcKyChw/s72-c/bed+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8269122815895818740</id><published>2008-11-09T20:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:28:27.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Ballerina. . .</title><content type='html'>How thankful I am for a day of rest! This has been a really busy week. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie's best friends, Amber and Trinity, were with us this week. The girls have had a ball (and I am still standing:)). The first thing Gracie says each morning is "when are MY girls getting here?" It is so sweet to see her forming relationships at such a young age. She has learned a ton from them, too. Interestingly enough, I have seen a totally different side of my child. I think she has a bit of "Class Clown" in her. She loves to make the girls laugh. I will admit a few of her tricks have made me worry about how she will be in school, but hopefully pulling her pants down won't be funny then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday brought more excitement, as she spent the day with Amma and Poppy. Amma took her to her first Craft Sale. Of course, she came home with a stack of loot, but one thing has really captured her heart. Amma got her a hot pink tutu! If it were me, we would have worn it with a tee-shirt, but because it was Amma, they also got a leotard, pair of tights and "ballet" slippers. She has only taken them off to sleep and go to church! It is really amazing to watch her dance. She only knows the first three positions, how to do a pirouette, plié, and an arabesque, but hey, she is only two! So here is the first of many photos of my baby ballerina. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SRetz4bS1xI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UKPM6tbFxOg/s1600-h/tutu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266869396064884498" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SRetz4bS1xI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UKPM6tbFxOg/s400/tutu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and her new best friend (Poppy's Bear). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SRetTlNi9cI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HJePwEgNxYw/s1600-h/bear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266868841151133122" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SRetTlNi9cI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HJePwEgNxYw/s400/bear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, great news ~ the doctor called early last week to let us know all of her test results came back totally normal!  Brey told her the doctor said she was all better and guess what?  No more complaints!!!  It has been 5 peaceful nights!  Praise God!  I hate to think it was just manipulation, but on the other hand, I am so glad it was JUST manipulation!  Thanks for your prayers. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8269122815895818740?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8269122815895818740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8269122815895818740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8269122815895818740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8269122815895818740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-ballerina.html' title='Baby Ballerina. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SRetz4bS1xI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UKPM6tbFxOg/s72-c/tutu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-6667243866636368900</id><published>2008-11-02T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:40:07.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China?</title><content type='html'>We were all playing store tonight before bath and bedtime.  Gracie was being very silly and animated when Daddy asked her "Where do you get your facial expressions?"  In the most serious way, she replied "From China."  We both fell out laughing which made her want to re-inact the scene at least 20 more times.  She would say "now you say from China" and then have a fake laughing fit while she threw her head back and covered her mouth with her hands.  Ofcourse this would make Brey and I start laughing all over again!  Oh, the simple joy of this precious child. . .thanks for some much needed laughter, little one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-6667243866636368900?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6667243866636368900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=6667243866636368900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6667243866636368900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/6667243866636368900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/china.html' title='China?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7239598055773350635</id><published>2008-10-31T20:22:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:46:04.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little princess. . .</title><content type='html'>What a day! We started with a 9:30am doctor visit to re-check her back and then proceeded to the hospital for x-rays and blood work. . .all I can say is that she did WAY better than Momma! We met dad for lunch on his way home from the airport and she was so happy to see him ~ she jumped out of our booth and ran to him and then sat in his lap the entire lunch! We finally made it back to the house for a short nap and "princess prep" only to run out the door again to the Fall Festival. What a great time! On the way home we stopped by the neighbor's house for Trick-or-Treating and now we are burning off the "sugar high" while trying to convince her it's bedtime. . .thank goodness Halloween only comes around once a year! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Cinderella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvACL9e6fI/AAAAAAAAAek/DDZa0npa82M/s1600-h/Cinderella+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511733315496434" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvACL9e6fI/AAAAAAAAAek/DDZa0npa82M/s400/Cinderella+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvABINBwNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2u-M9wQlJ64/s1600-h/cinderella+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511715127083218" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvABINBwNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2u-M9wQlJ64/s400/cinderella+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy's first glimpse. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIOoycPzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/8BBEofeKffE/s1600-h/Cinderella+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263520743305264946" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIOoycPzI/AAAAAAAAAfM/8BBEofeKffE/s400/Cinderella+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella's "grand" arrival in the horse drawn carriage. . .(and NO, that is not Brey driving!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIOGcUsiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DePPyHn2zkw/s1600-h/Cinderella+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263520734085689890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIOGcUsiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/DePPyHn2zkw/s400/Cinderella+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite game of the night. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIL0_27FI/AAAAAAAAAe8/6P8MpzVR1uM/s1600-h/cinderella+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263520695043157074" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIL0_27FI/AAAAAAAAAe8/6P8MpzVR1uM/s400/cinderella+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootin' hoops. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvILbaO9KI/AAAAAAAAAe0/luZ79ZuSOu4/s1600-h/cinderella+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263520688174462114" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvILbaO9KI/AAAAAAAAAe0/luZ79ZuSOu4/s400/cinderella+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler's and Darts????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIKsn0dPI/AAAAAAAAAes/vl_O_CCejuk/s1600-h/cinderella+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263520675614979314" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvIKsn0dPI/AAAAAAAAAes/vl_O_CCejuk/s400/cinderella+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and her best friends, Amber and Trinity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvJ4IytMKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dgpcCO3Uh88/s1600-h/Cinderella+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263522555782574242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvJ4IytMKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dgpcCO3Uh88/s400/Cinderella+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group hug. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvJ33qfHSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_aXTKI7uR5c/s1600-h/Cinderella+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263522551184694562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvJ33qfHSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_aXTKI7uR5c/s400/Cinderella+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Gracie's masterpiece. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvJ3OUYfyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HZfbKS3aXAk/s1600-h/cinderella+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263522540086132514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvJ3OUYfyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HZfbKS3aXAk/s400/cinderella+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone say SUGAR HIGH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvMMWM-q1I/AAAAAAAAAgE/B_RSkkkQkqI/s1600-h/cinderella+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525102003071826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvMMWM-q1I/AAAAAAAAAgE/B_RSkkkQkqI/s400/cinderella+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't even think about taking my candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvMNVyQNtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/hUHglMin5q8/s1600-h/cinderella+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525119070844626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvMNVyQNtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/hUHglMin5q8/s400/cinderella+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7239598055773350635?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7239598055773350635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7239598055773350635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7239598055773350635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7239598055773350635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-princess.html' title='My little princess. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQvACL9e6fI/AAAAAAAAAek/DDZa0npa82M/s72-c/Cinderella+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1486152222625241598</id><published>2008-10-25T17:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:12:32.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to the North Pole!</title><content type='html'>What a perfect way to start the holiday season ~ a visit to Santa! Gracie has been so excited that she could not even sleep! She has been scouring the catalogs for the perfect gift and was ready to tell Santa. She bravely went in to talk to him (with Daddy right by her side) and actually began to speak! First she asked if he had a dog (which he does!) and finally she announced that she would like the dollhouse that comes with the car and puppy. He smiled, she stared and when we asked her to take a picture she lost it! I guess we should just focus on the progress. . .We did have a great time and she had a ball shopping in the Santa's Workshop and riding the "big kid" rides with Daddy. Mommy, on the other hand, stood on the side lines holding my breath :) Here are a ton of pictures for those of you that live to far away to visit Santa's Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOx2DLyXQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vN8ZtZlpuaY/s1600-h/sl+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261244331824667906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOx2DLyXQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vN8ZtZlpuaY/s400/sl+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the river and through the woods. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOxTVxVxpI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PH7octucP98/s1600-h/sl+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243735518594706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOxTVxVxpI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PH7octucP98/s400/sl+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston, we have a problem. . ."I don't WANT to get out of my rocket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOxTGoVskI/AAAAAAAAAdI/NWSx06ZzDPs/s1600-h/sl+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243731454308930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOxTGoVskI/AAAAAAAAAdI/NWSx06ZzDPs/s400/sl+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyin' high. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOxTNcLVlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/LrN6Ztr23Ic/s1600-h/sl+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243733282346578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOxTNcLVlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/LrN6Ztr23Ic/s400/sl+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE" Reindeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwqTkYZVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m41xHCTIm6Y/s1600-h/sl+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243030552733010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwqTkYZVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/m41xHCTIm6Y/s400/sl+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's House. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwqFX9QqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KjKIR411Rgg/s1600-h/sl+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243026742526626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwqFX9QqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KjKIR411Rgg/s400/sl+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailbox where all of the children's letters are delivered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwpw7HjnI/AAAAAAAAAco/jsJt01e9glg/s1600-h/sl+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243021252857458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwpw7HjnI/AAAAAAAAAco/jsJt01e9glg/s400/sl+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amma can hardly wait to pick out what she wants. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwpKEn0CI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HBA3QB8E6a4/s1600-h/sl+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261243010823737378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwpKEn0CI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HBA3QB8E6a4/s400/sl+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Little Girl's Workshop"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwogAr2pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/orBIxVxyPFI/s1600-h/sl+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261242999532935826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOwogAr2pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/orBIxVxyPFI/s400/sl+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOvNdhs_BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AlNPws5JKLI/s1600-h/sl+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261241435498019858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOvNdhs_BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AlNPws5JKLI/s400/sl+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The explaination. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOybPXnLJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qEHwKGTIp3o/s1600-h/sl+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261244970750651538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOybPXnLJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qEHwKGTIp3o/s400/sl+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone say TIME OF YOUR LIFE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOvM_7bdpI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PJbDQfALWOI/s1600-h/sl+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261241427552859794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOvM_7bdpI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PJbDQfALWOI/s400/sl+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the carosel ~ expect a ride on Rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOvMq95tsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yIvQLGQkrZs/s1600-h/sl+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261241421926086338" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOvMq95tsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yIvQLGQkrZs/s400/sl+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQO0Ai7Fg4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/GuwIL2mBXNE/s1600-h/sl+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261246711166501762" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQO0Ai7Fg4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/GuwIL2mBXNE/s400/sl+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actual" North Pole ice! &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/8862957776736080014-1486152222625241598?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1486152222625241598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1486152222625241598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1486152222625241598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1486152222625241598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/visit-to-north-pole.html' title='A visit to the North Pole!'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQOx2DLyXQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vN8ZtZlpuaY/s72-c/sl+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3360686661219127352</id><published>2008-10-23T15:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:49:28.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I say. . .Fall has been very busy!  What an amazing season in Colorado.  The weather has been perfect (until this week ~ we got our first cold snap/snow) which made the changing leaves even more breath-taking!  How blessed we are to live in a place where God is everywhere you look!  We had a ball on our trip to the Colorado Wine Country with Papa, Grammy and Aunt Lindsey.  Who knew a two year old could be so much fun?  I will post pictures of our trip soon.  Last weekend we celebrated a "major" accomplishment. . . After exactly 8 years from his original "below the board" promotion, Brey finally pinned on his oak leaf!  With help from Jeff and Lisa, Gracie and I surprised Daddy at the promotion ceremony at Fort Carson.  What an awesome event ~ we are so proud of him!  The following day took us to Wyoming (almost:)) to a Pumpkin Patch with our Life Group.  We had a great time with friends, but Gracie is still saying "Daddy won't jump out of the corn and scare ME."  I think she just has to reassure herself from time to time:)  It is fair to say, the big boys had more fun than the babes!  Overall it was a great day, save the flies in our cotton candy!  UGH!  I am so thrilled to report, after 2 3/4 years, Gracie has experienced Cracker Barrel!  I can't imagine what Disney will be like if she was that overwhelmed in "the country store".  On the down side, we are still struggling with "back pain".  The doctor has no idea what is causing it and said it is a very unusual complaint at this age.  It only happens in her car seat and right after she has fallen asleep.  So strange.  Otherwise, she is going a mile a minute.  I caught her reading books to her "guys" today.  I thought I would fall over laughing.  She knew all of the character's lines and where she was in the plot.  Her facial expressions and inflection were priceless.  I promise to try to get some video. . .but until then here are a few of the photos from the Pumpkin Patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQDqQQ0r9II/AAAAAAAAAbo/MelcjAIvX7w/s1600-h/blog+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260461929883497602" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQDqQQ0r9II/AAAAAAAAAbo/MelcjAIvX7w/s400/blog+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQDqQLMF9KI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QSrwvWXnoTY/s1600-h/blog+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260461928371057826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQDqQLMF9KI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QSrwvWXnoTY/s400/blog+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQDqPXfnToI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gQF7X-fmqFs/s1600-h/blog+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260461914494291586" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQDnGZsk3-I/AAAAAAAAAao/eNVt21LQHYM/s400/blog+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3360686661219127352?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3360686661219127352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3360686661219127352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3360686661219127352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3360686661219127352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SQDqQQ0r9II/AAAAAAAAAbo/MelcjAIvX7w/s72-c/blog+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-1023633651685660294</id><published>2008-10-14T14:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:28:51.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequences. . .</title><content type='html'>Well, today we learned about consequences.  It was time to go upstairs for a nap but she did not want to oblige.  I told her she had three seconds to start moving "or else" no book.  This has worked EVERY time for the last 6 months.  Several minutes later she finally made her way upstairs and I explained that there would be no story today.  Instant tears, followed by at least 100 "I'm sorry Momma" 's.  It completely broke my heart to not be able to read her a story.  I told her she was forgiven and that Momma had to keep her promise so she knew she could always trust me.  More "I'm sorry" 's followed by lots of hugs and kisses.  So now she is upstairs sleeping peacefully and I am completely guilt-ridden.  I know it had to be done, but man, this is way more difficult than I imagined.  Go figure, it really does hurt the Momma more than the child. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-1023633651685660294?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1023633651685660294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=1023633651685660294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1023633651685660294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/1023633651685660294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/consequences.html' title='Consequences. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-2598613714555937816</id><published>2008-10-13T17:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:08:43.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Track star. . .</title><content type='html'>Gracie LOVES to run (still). . .right now they are outside doing "time trials". Of course she is wearing her Dora jammies, a pink down coat and her glass slippers, but she is fast! Daddy asked her if she was going to run with him and do races for her school when she got bigger. Her face lit up, so he added "I will teach you to be a good runner!" and she replied      "Teach me now!" So, now they are practicing starting positions and trying to beat her best time. . .I think they have been outside almost all day ~ oh how I, I mean she, loves her time with Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-2598613714555937816?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2598613714555937816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=2598613714555937816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2598613714555937816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2598613714555937816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/track-star.html' title='Track star. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-5833450809049766686</id><published>2008-10-09T08:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:31:00.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sappy?</title><content type='html'>Where does she come up with this stuff?  This morning she came over to me and said in a sweet, soft voice "Momma, I care for you, forever.  It makes my heart sappy!"  I tried to respond with a straight face, but seriously. . .she is so precious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, the puppies are gone:(  They have moved to their "forever" homes. . . We are so blessed to have Claire for a neighbor.  What a wonderful experience to watch these babies grow.  I don't know who misses them more ~ me or Gracie (definitely not Miss Claire!).  I kept asking her if it would be hard to let them go and she kept saying "no".  I now understand ~ they were certainly a full time job!  So here are a few of the photos from this week. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ugh! for some reason they will not upload. . .stay tuned!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-5833450809049766686?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5833450809049766686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=5833450809049766686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5833450809049766686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/5833450809049766686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/sappy.html' title='Sappy?'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-2508104388879388789</id><published>2008-10-06T16:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:33:32.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love languages. . .</title><content type='html'>Do you know what your love language is? Acts of service, words of affirmation, touch, gifts or quality time. . .I have decided that these are taught by our parents (and grandparents in Gracie's case. . .). Personally, I am words of affirmation; I believe this is because my family is very supportive (and verbal:)). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brey&lt;/span&gt; is Acts of Service; his mother was constantly doing things to show her love. . .cooking his favorite foods, washing/ironing/cleaning, reading or teaching him. They say a child needs all of the languages and does not develop a primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; until age five. I guess Gracie has developed here like she did with her vocabulary ~ way ahead of schedule! She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; gifts! She loves to be surprised with a new little trinket. After coming home from a recent trip with her grandparents (she was loaded down with new "stuff" she convinced them she "needed") she commented they "really love me!" Of course I quickly explained that they really do love her, but not because of the "stuff". We are so grateful for the gifts, but more so the unconditional love. So what triggered this post? Gracie is blindfolding me and saying "Don't you peek!" and then saying "Surprise!". She is tickled when I open my eyes and see what she is holding. So amazing to watch her come in to her own. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the Love Languages quiz. So interresting. . .It really helped me understand Brey ~ even after many years of marriage! &lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/"&gt;http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-2508104388879388789?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2508104388879388789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=2508104388879388789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2508104388879388789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/2508104388879388789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-languages_06.html' title='Love languages. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7131171100559664948</id><published>2008-10-06T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:40:26.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella gone bad. . .</title><content type='html'>Gracie is consumed with Sherella (Cinderella). We have everything Cinderella ~ shirts, jammies, towels, balls, colors, books, movies, and even the ballgown, glass slippers and crown that she will wear for Halloween. I think I've already posted about a Princess movie she watches with Daddy while I am at Bible Study. So, she just woke up from her nap and was very excited to try one of the bread pudding muffins we made and watch a little t.v. She asked to watch Cinderella and so I turned on "A Twist in Time: Cinderella 3". She watched few minutes close to the end and then it turned ugly! Her precious little face went blank and then her eyes got really big. I was trying not to laugh when she said "This is so bad, I can't stand it!" I wish I could tell you I said something comforting. . .I will say that I promptly changed the channel to something safe and then had to walk away. Her expression was priceless! Hopefully she won't be permanently scarred by this movie. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have both recovered and she is draped across my legs as I type, repeating "You make the best cupcakes ever!" I will say this new recipe is a very yummy way to use up bread that is about to go bad, and not to mention a much healthier alternative than its frosted counterpart! Here is the recipe if you want to give them a try. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAD PUDDING MUFFINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1-1/4 cups reduced-fat (2%) milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cholesterol-free egg substitute&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg (optional)*&lt;br /&gt;4 cups 1/2-inch cinnamon or cinnamon-raisin bread cubes (about 6 bread slices)*&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon margarine or butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Line 12 medium-size muffin cups with paper liners.&lt;br /&gt;2. Combine milk, egg substitute, sugar, vanilla, salt and nutmeg, if desired, in medium bowl; mix well. Add bread; mix until well moistened. Let stand at room temperature 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spoon bread mixture evenly into prepared cups; drizzle evenly with margarine.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bake 30 to 35 minutes or until snacks are puffed and golden brown. Remove to wire rack to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Snacks will puff up in the oven and fall slightly upon cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I ACTUALLY USED 8 SLICES OF WHITE BREAD AND ADDED RAISINS AND DRIED CRANBERRIES AND CINNAMON. I ALSO LET THE FRUIT SOAK FOR 15-20 MINUTES IN THE LIQUID MIXTURE BEFORE COMBINING WITH THE BREAD. ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7131171100559664948?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7131171100559664948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7131171100559664948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7131171100559664948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7131171100559664948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinderella-gone-bad.html' title='Cinderella gone bad. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-3175866794556746829</id><published>2008-10-02T07:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:35:06.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracisms. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been extra busy this past month but that has not slowed Gracie down one bit. Here are a few of the funny things she has said. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. "Mommy, are you going to pinch your hair?" This is what she calls it when I straighten my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gracie: "Amma, I had the hick-ups this morning." Amma: "Really? What did you do to get rid of them?" Gracie: "I just Hicked!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "You PRECIATE coming to my house." What she told my friend when she was leaving our home. I think (hope) she meant "I appreciate you coming to my house."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Whenever she talks about something that has already happened, she begins with "Last morning. . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. As I was getting ready for the house cleaning, I came across several coloring sheets from this week's Sunday School. Most only had one streak of color on the entire page ~ she is definitely a "less is more" kind of girl:) Anyway, these somehow "accidentally" ended up in the trash. She went over to throw away something and was devastated when she opened up the lid. . ."Oh no!" was the first response, which was followed by sulking. I told her that it must have been an accident. She kept apologizing and I continued to tell her that it was not her fault. A few minutes later she walks over to me and says " Momma, I so sorry. . .FOR YOU!" Obviously she was not buying the "accident" part. I guess it was a good lesson on accountability ~ for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She is so excited to start school. We have a fabulous Charter School across the street from our neighborhood that she will start in 2010! Every time we pass the school she says "Look Momma, it's my school. . .Academy A-LOG-A-SEE!" The reason we love this so much is because the school is actually called Legacy Academy! So cute:) even though I am already dreading the day she starts. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She loves ADVERBS! "Actually" has become one of her favorite words. It always makes me smile to hear her compose such complex thoughts and sentences. It must be in her genes. . .(Thanks be to Meme!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She loves to be outside with Daddy (let's be honest, she just loves to be with Daddy, period) to help him work on whatever project he is doing. She helps him work on the ATV, water the garden, pick veggies or plums, feed the neighbors horse, or anything else he comes up with. Last week they were outside letting the dogs run when she yelled out "Beaux, get over here, your frustrating me!" Funny to you, not so funny to me ~ I know exactly where she learned this verbiage. I guess I need to go back and review some of the original posts when I promised to be a little less dramatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. We were talking about Daddy coming home from work when she said "You have to go to your meeting." I said "I'm not going anywhere tonight" and she replied "But you have to!" Every Tuesday I have Bible Study so she gets to have special time with Daddy and obviously she loves every second of it! Sad part for me is it is only Thursday. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Gracie had an awesome time with Grammy, Papa and Lindsey during her recent spend the night. They let her sleep in a big girl bed that they made just for her (she made for about an hour), they went shopping and to the zoo. She had so much fun, so here are a few pictures from her vacation. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVf8UqbirI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Sz5N0s-mh84/s1600-h/zoo+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252710030341016242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVf8UqbirI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Sz5N0s-mh84/s400/zoo+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVf8hwyXYI/AAAAAAAAAag/qMjs0SDJ96k/s1600-h/zoo+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252710033857338754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVf8hwyXYI/AAAAAAAAAag/qMjs0SDJ96k/s400/zoo+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVfkvhss2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/wHUKkdsRxbI/s1600-h/zoo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252709625235288930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVfkvhss2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/wHUKkdsRxbI/s400/zoo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVfk6Bu6_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fWSs2gisxnQ/s1600-h/zoo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252709628054006770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVfk6Bu6_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fWSs2gisxnQ/s400/zoo+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVflF-PYAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/r0Vdne_bjqQ/s1600-h/zoo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252709631260581890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVflF-PYAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/r0Vdne_bjqQ/s400/zoo+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVflZavWkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zShse3yLzrc/s1600-h/zoo+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252709636480391746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVflZavWkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zShse3yLzrc/s400/zoo+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVflRyZLjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bK7-Rm5zESA/s1600-h/zoo+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252709634432118322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVflRyZLjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bK7-Rm5zESA/s400/zoo+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-3175866794556746829?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3175866794556746829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=3175866794556746829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3175866794556746829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/3175866794556746829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/gracisms.html' title='Gracisms. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SOVf8UqbirI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Sz5N0s-mh84/s72-c/zoo+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-7655585883528990873</id><published>2008-09-22T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:32:03.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone. . .</title><content type='html'>Well, we've reached another milestone ~ accidentally!  Gracie got her first hair cut today. . .not to even up the mullet (which seems to be correcting itself) or trim bangs (since they are always hanging in her eyes).  Unfortunately, it was to remove a hand held fan from her beautiful, blond locks.  Thankfully it was only a few dozen strands and no curls were involved in the mishap, but to say the least it was not fun for either one of us!  All I could think to say when I was cutting out the knot was "Don't you ever do this yourself!"  I must have repeated myself at least 5 times!  I guess it could have been worse. . .right, Aunt Heidi:)  As I am re-reading this post I am feeling pretty bad about my lack of compassion. . .I guess I should tell you that the fan blades were bendable plastic, so I did not think she could really get hurt.  Obviously, I did not take in to account that one might want to turn it on and see how it felt on their head.  Maybe next time I will ask her what she thinks something should be used for before I hand it over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-7655585883528990873?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7655585883528990873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=7655585883528990873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7655585883528990873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/7655585883528990873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/milestone.html' title='Milestone. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8517168303562361948</id><published>2008-09-18T14:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:33:55.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New favorite place. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are so blessed to have our wonderful neighbor, Miss Claire ~ She lets us play with the cutest puppies ever, raid her garden for lettuce, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; plums, and feed her horse carrots or peppermints whenever we desire. Well today she gave us another gift. . .the library! We took her to pick up her car in Castle Rock, which happened to be next to the library; as a life long teacher, she suggested we stop in on our way home. Gracie and I discussed what a library was before we went inside, as well as the need to be quiet. It was obvious that she was completely overwhelmed, and quite honestly, so was I. This is the most fabulous library ever! We bee lined for the children's area which greeted us with a special "secret" door for the kids. They had just started story time, so of course we joined the others on the floor. At first she would not leave my side, but by the second book, she was up on the rug with the other kids singing and clapping along. After the session I set her free. . ."OH MY GOSH! Look momma (with finger pointing)!" was heard numerous times by most of the patrons. I think she found every princess book in the place, including a special hand painted fairy table and chair set. She kept telling me "You go over there and I am going to have private time at the fairy table!" Now I just have to help her understand that a library has several copies of each book. I think she pulled out 5 different copies of the same Princess Book. She would look at is for a few minutes, place it on the return cart and then run over and grab another ~ wash, rinse, repeat! I finally made a xerox copy of the cover and she came running over and hugged my leg and said "Oh, thank you Momma, this is the best day!" What a precious experience. . .part baby, part big girl. I am sad to see the baby disappearing, but thrilled to be with this joyful, intelligent little person. Our topics of conversation often amaze me ~ she is so insightful. I guess it's true ~ you do learn everything you NEED to know before Kindergarten. Thanks for the reminder, precious one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few photos from yesterday. . .the puppies are 5 week old bundles of energy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI9p46hII/AAAAAAAAAZI/waO4WeqcT_U/s1600-h/pupper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247477477382194306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI9p46hII/AAAAAAAAAZI/waO4WeqcT_U/s400/pupper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI93anQTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tt45zr_X8pA/s1600-h/pupper+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247477481013199154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI93anQTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tt45zr_X8pA/s400/pupper+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI-ehS_PI/AAAAAAAAAZY/lrrRDjiIr0M/s1600-h/pupper+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247477491510213874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI-ehS_PI/AAAAAAAAAZY/lrrRDjiIr0M/s400/pupper+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI-kG06mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/M_oH2mVHn1w/s1600-h/pupper+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247477493009803874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI-kG06mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/M_oH2mVHn1w/s400/pupper+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI-zHCJOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iVdpte2OJcI/s1600-h/pupper+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247477497037202658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI-zHCJOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/iVdpte2OJcI/s400/pupper+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8517168303562361948?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8517168303562361948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8517168303562361948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8517168303562361948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8517168303562361948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-favorite-place.html' title='New favorite place. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNIyZoxUU2Y/SNLI9p46hII/AAAAAAAAAZI/waO4WeqcT_U/s72-c/pupper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-4030830816285968350</id><published>2008-09-16T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:16:02.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses. . .</title><content type='html'>Kisses are a big deal in our house.  We have regular kisses, Eskimo kisses, butterfly kisses and now "cushie kisses".  Daddy just got home and is playing with Gracie.  She started screaming "I want a cushie kiss, I want a cushie kiss!"  Our daddy is so smart. . .he realized she was asking for a HERSHEY KISS!  I think she will forever relate daddy to Hershey Kisses  since that is what he left for her while he was at the DNC.  Amazing how two weeks apart make such an impact. . .she still prays every night for his safety!  You are Daddy's Girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-4030830816285968350?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4030830816285968350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=4030830816285968350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4030830816285968350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/4030830816285968350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/kisses.html' title='Kisses. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862957776736080014.post-8427805441573398003</id><published>2008-09-11T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:51:04.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad blogger. . .</title><content type='html'>Sorry gang. . . lot's of exciting stuff this week, but not much time to write.  I can honestly say the light at the end of the tunnel is shining bright!  No wet diapers in over 72 hours!  I hope next week we will move from pull ups to panties:)  We had our 30 month check up this week. . . 65th percentile for both height and weight. . .2 shots:(. . . way ahead on her vocabulary (surprise, surprise) and about 9 months ahead on physical / cognitive tests.  We have been lacking on sleep this week after Amma and Poppy returned home from Disney with a new dress and pair of glass slippers!  No kidding, she woke up at 5:30 a.m. for two days demanding her "Sherella" dress.  Thanks, Mom!  We will probably have the glitter cleaned up in a few years!  You will see photos next month, as this will be her costume for Halloween.  We have actually had a pretty mellow week.   We are heading to the mountains tomorrow, but for you puppy nuts, I will be taking pictures for Claire before we leave.  You can check her sight to find out the latest. . .Have a great weekend and please be praying for all of those in Houston.  The storm is on track to go over our old house as a Cat 2 or Cat 3 hurricane.  So hard to watch, but so thankful to be out of harms way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862957776736080014-8427805441573398003?l=mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8427805441573398003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8862957776736080014&amp;postID=8427805441573398003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8427805441573398003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862957776736080014/posts/default/8427805441573398003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittleamazinggrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a bad blogger. . .'/><author><name>Momma, Momma, Momma!!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
