<?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-4968466447422833254</id><updated>2011-11-11T16:36:08.840-08:00</updated><category term='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/SBeXGvvFt4I/AAAAAAAAABY/JqHsGQ8eRm4/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG'/><title type='text'>Pigtails and Pearls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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>338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-2655091136830892498</id><published>2011-06-19T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:16:45.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day 2011!</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day K!  We Love You!  Chloe is so lucky to have a Daddy like you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was so excited about going to Church on Father's Day because she had made a special tie for K!  I was not sure if K was going to wear it or not but, he did!  He is such an incredible father!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGy3SrfPOdA/Tpn3jNojlcI/AAAAAAAAEg0/CNmeOdySWE4/s1600/IMAG0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGy3SrfPOdA/Tpn3jNojlcI/AAAAAAAAEg0/CNmeOdySWE4/s320/IMAG0140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663830190722356674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you cannot see what the tie says, it is a blue felt tie, with yarn to tie around his neck.  In glitter on the tie, it says "#1DAD!"&lt;br /&gt;K sang in the mens choir at church this morning, and he proudly wore his tie that Chloe made him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmMzgUW9Qro/Tpn4CiOHF0I/AAAAAAAAEhA/KnfqcDRd8Gs/s1600/IMAG0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmMzgUW9Qro/Tpn4CiOHF0I/AAAAAAAAEhA/KnfqcDRd8Gs/s320/IMAG0141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663830728824526658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got her daddy wrapped around her finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-2655091136830892498?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2655091136830892498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=2655091136830892498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2655091136830892498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2655091136830892498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day-2011.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day 2011!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-jGy3SrfPOdA/Tpn3jNojlcI/AAAAAAAAEg0/CNmeOdySWE4/s72-c/IMAG0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4788112426778112899</id><published>2011-06-08T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:33:49.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>Well...another year, another dance recital!  And can I just say...I WAS A NERVOUS WRECK!  Here is Chloe with her hair in rollers before her nap!  She had to get some good rest before her recital!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7F7oSZ_EVo/Tpn44W5rzsI/AAAAAAAAEhM/R1VvFuCLTlQ/s1600/IMAG0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7F7oSZ_EVo/Tpn44W5rzsI/AAAAAAAAEhM/R1VvFuCLTlQ/s320/IMAG0119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663831653498998466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't her costume adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAOMMiFiqbA/Tpn5jp83wfI/AAAAAAAAEho/lDNfsZrhCiA/s1600/IMAG0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAOMMiFiqbA/Tpn5jp83wfI/AAAAAAAAEho/lDNfsZrhCiA/s320/IMAG0126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663832397347013106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzoUVpnGzuk/Tpn5jYBdbOI/AAAAAAAAEhY/yeSxisP7IDI/s1600/IMAG0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzoUVpnGzuk/Tpn5jYBdbOI/AAAAAAAAEhY/yeSxisP7IDI/s320/IMAG0124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663832392534420706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out in the lobby while K was parking the car! She practiced some of her moves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2XaMKAFoLg/Tpn54yOHfwI/AAAAAAAAEhw/aBT3qFxeAvE/s1600/IMAG0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2XaMKAFoLg/Tpn54yOHfwI/AAAAAAAAEhw/aBT3qFxeAvE/s320/IMAG0128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663832760344084226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to TPAC, her Daddy had ordered her some flowers that she got to pick up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JSQA0g6GUek/Tpn7FogJJFI/AAAAAAAAEh8/_-7oCoBer_o/s1600/IMAG0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JSQA0g6GUek/Tpn7FogJJFI/AAAAAAAAEh8/_-7oCoBer_o/s320/IMAG0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663834080585262162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe did an AWESOME job at her recital!  I was so proud of her.  We have it on video, and if I can learn how to upload video, I will post it soon!  I was so proud of her.  In my eyes, she lit up the stage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4788112426778112899?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4788112426778112899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4788112426778112899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4788112426778112899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4788112426778112899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/06/dance-recital.html' title='Dance Recital'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-c7F7oSZ_EVo/Tpn44W5rzsI/AAAAAAAAEhM/R1VvFuCLTlQ/s72-c/IMAG0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-310611678337103239</id><published>2011-05-30T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:58:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>We are going to have one "SPLASH" of a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkBSMEgwAss/TpntDvvHyqI/AAAAAAAAEew/df0GKfAYQaY/s1600/DSC_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkBSMEgwAss/TpntDvvHyqI/AAAAAAAAEew/df0GKfAYQaY/s320/DSC_0408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663818655004609186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Chloe in the swimming suit.  This is the 3rd year she has gotten to wear it!  Each year I always think to myself that I hope she can wear it for just one more year!  Let's take a look at her sporting this bathing suit 3 years in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in-4GDGMLZc/Tpnygpp3LHI/AAAAAAAAEfE/22GG8XTjfJg/s1600/DSC_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in-4GDGMLZc/Tpnygpp3LHI/AAAAAAAAEfE/22GG8XTjfJg/s320/DSC_0078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663824649146281074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Za_ZM_llqIE/TpnygXrNoRI/AAAAAAAAEe8/dbwbBnI-kic/s1600/DSC_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Za_ZM_llqIE/TpnygXrNoRI/AAAAAAAAEe8/dbwbBnI-kic/s320/DSC_0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663824644320108818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_D3Asy9lQE/TpnyvyrprrI/AAAAAAAAEfU/wyasEIkB20Y/s1600/DSC_0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_D3Asy9lQE/TpnyvyrprrI/AAAAAAAAEfU/wyasEIkB20Y/s320/DSC_0479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663824909267742386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8d2ziNsOos/TpnzGsTdn4I/AAAAAAAAEfs/Fsx8v188fzA/s1600/DSC_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8d2ziNsOos/TpnzGsTdn4I/AAAAAAAAEfs/Fsx8v188fzA/s320/DSC_0411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663825302692667266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCY0Rh6KAs8/TpnzGZe8npI/AAAAAAAAEfg/yUQakVtxMH0/s1600/DSC_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCY0Rh6KAs8/TpnzGZe8npI/AAAAAAAAEfg/yUQakVtxMH0/s320/DSC_0407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663825297640562322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe did get out of the pool long enough to grab some lunch, and get some shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCSbmaAuBWY/TpnzfZW387I/AAAAAAAAEgI/D39S_o5Aj-E/s1600/DSC_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCSbmaAuBWY/TpnzfZW387I/AAAAAAAAEgI/D39S_o5Aj-E/s320/DSC_0414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663825727103431602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mepRYeDq7M/Tpnze7f5QEI/AAAAAAAAEf4/WRu5ZdbbH9E/s1600/DSC_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mepRYeDq7M/Tpnze7f5QEI/AAAAAAAAEf4/WRu5ZdbbH9E/s320/DSC_0413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663825719088201794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was game time!  Chloe stood in line to play games.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNEQVnISFe4/TpnzunjufwI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/EEsqHpBcbX4/s1600/DSC_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNEQVnISFe4/TpnzunjufwI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/EEsqHpBcbX4/s320/DSC_0415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663825988613472002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she decided that she didn't want to play!  She changes her mind constantly....story of her my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-310611678337103239?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/310611678337103239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=310611678337103239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/310611678337103239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/310611678337103239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-IkBSMEgwAss/TpntDvvHyqI/AAAAAAAAEew/df0GKfAYQaY/s72-c/DSC_0408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-2289487609426394220</id><published>2011-05-28T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:27:11.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POOL IS OPEN!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Pool Opening Day!  Chloe has been SO excited about the opening of the pool at her "Country Club!"  She has been waiting and waiting.  Every time we ate at BYCC she looked at the pool to see if it was open yet!  TODAY IS THE DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is testing the waters....it was COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iAvVTrT7Rc/Tpno0fkOaVI/AAAAAAAAEbs/j6tWHCtlsds/s1600/DSC_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iAvVTrT7Rc/Tpno0fkOaVI/AAAAAAAAEbs/j6tWHCtlsds/s320/DSC_0349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663813994919389522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vawpu-0UjA/Tpno0Hu5b1I/AAAAAAAAEbk/6yzDyUnmsNM/s1600/DSC_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vawpu-0UjA/Tpno0Hu5b1I/AAAAAAAAEbk/6yzDyUnmsNM/s320/DSC_0348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663813988521701202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she got it, it was time to play!  She seemed to have forgotten about the temperature of the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75LSBujliXw/TpnpJ_ununI/AAAAAAAAEcU/cPnwZQcWBNA/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75LSBujliXw/TpnpJ_ununI/AAAAAAAAEcU/cPnwZQcWBNA/s320/DSC_0354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663814364330179186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV7NVOvf7do/TpnpJZkJAVI/AAAAAAAAEcM/Me8OtHgN5iw/s1600/DSC_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV7NVOvf7do/TpnpJZkJAVI/AAAAAAAAEcM/Me8OtHgN5iw/s320/DSC_0353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663814354085675346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0b2KS5o4A9o/TpnpJEStMJI/AAAAAAAAEb8/-5ZLCjMaso8/s1600/DSC_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0b2KS5o4A9o/TpnpJEStMJI/AAAAAAAAEb8/-5ZLCjMaso8/s320/DSC_0351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663814348375404690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's friend Courtney got there, and she was excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg4kut-9tys/Tpnp5RX4sXI/AAAAAAAAEcg/F-NPGGe7E3g/s1600/DSC_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eg4kut-9tys/Tpnp5RX4sXI/AAAAAAAAEcg/F-NPGGe7E3g/s320/DSC_0355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663815176520511858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something, or someone...probably her daddy, made her laugh!  She is so cute when she is giggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17XRBZLdjFE/TpnqI1HEj2I/AAAAAAAAEcs/SPVHAu6j_04/s1600/DSC_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17XRBZLdjFE/TpnqI1HEj2I/AAAAAAAAEcs/SPVHAu6j_04/s320/DSC_0356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663815443811700578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to put Chloe's floaties on, and get her in the "big" pool, but she was not to excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvwWBrn8dU8/TpnqgglISKI/AAAAAAAAEdA/B8PkrpDdogk/s1600/DSC_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvwWBrn8dU8/TpnqgglISKI/AAAAAAAAEdA/B8PkrpDdogk/s320/DSC_0361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663815850617489570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6EUZvv3n1k/TpnqgUczAkI/AAAAAAAAEc4/2SwDw6aBZ7M/s1600/DSC_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6EUZvv3n1k/TpnqgUczAkI/AAAAAAAAEc4/2SwDw6aBZ7M/s320/DSC_0360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663815847361315394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she calmed down, and tried to smile for the camera!  Bless her heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1-d1m-XG4A/TpnqwpaCUwI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/22q3IhYTWiQ/s1600/DSC_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1-d1m-XG4A/TpnqwpaCUwI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/22q3IhYTWiQ/s320/DSC_0365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663816127864787714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she was back in the "baby" pool, she was all smiles again!  I am hoping that by the end of summer, she is more comfortable in the "big" pool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzA9y_dPYBY/TpnrHt7wxYI/AAAAAAAAEdk/UrF8SEpbeRA/s1600/DSC_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzA9y_dPYBY/TpnrHt7wxYI/AAAAAAAAEdk/UrF8SEpbeRA/s320/DSC_0368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663816524216976770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqe_FmlodA8/TpnrHV0rMqI/AAAAAAAAEdc/0DJSOwfyMAs/s1600/DSC_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqe_FmlodA8/TpnrHV0rMqI/AAAAAAAAEdc/0DJSOwfyMAs/s320/DSC_0367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663816517744800418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's other pool friend, Lagan, got there and she has a friend to play with in the "baby" pool.  They were so cute having a tea party together.  I think that every summer, Chloe's favorite toy at the pool has been her princess tea set.  She loves it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3UcyYL5m3oM/TpnrozgoNfI/AAAAAAAAEd8/5MSQ6dIXVPA/s1600/DSC_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3UcyYL5m3oM/TpnrozgoNfI/AAAAAAAAEd8/5MSQ6dIXVPA/s320/DSC_0380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663817092649465330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GziYDKa2200/TpnrolWXgJI/AAAAAAAAEd0/ZrYCi39ZHXE/s1600/DSC_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GziYDKa2200/TpnrolWXgJI/AAAAAAAAEd0/ZrYCi39ZHXE/s320/DSC_0377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663817088848330898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw8Z2jBgtAU/Tpnr8OpB2lI/AAAAAAAAEeM/wA10NIhCRCk/s1600/DSC_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw8Z2jBgtAU/Tpnr8OpB2lI/AAAAAAAAEeM/wA10NIhCRCk/s320/DSC_0389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663817426349972050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K convinced Chloe to try and get back into the "big" pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_W71Sa2qK_M/TpnsTGi9QsI/AAAAAAAAEek/4DXQAY3ujB0/s1600/DSC_0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_W71Sa2qK_M/TpnsTGi9QsI/AAAAAAAAEek/4DXQAY3ujB0/s320/DSC_0400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663817819314012866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPmlNOSh7y8/TpnsTLfaWII/AAAAAAAAEeY/N7l0kajbsz8/s1600/DSC_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPmlNOSh7y8/TpnsTLfaWII/AAAAAAAAEeY/N7l0kajbsz8/s320/DSC_0396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663817820641319042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still not thrilled with it!  Oh well, it is ONLY DAY 1.  We have our work cut out for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-2289487609426394220?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2289487609426394220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=2289487609426394220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2289487609426394220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2289487609426394220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/pool-is-open.html' title='THE POOL IS OPEN!!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-5iAvVTrT7Rc/Tpno0fkOaVI/AAAAAAAAEbs/j6tWHCtlsds/s72-c/DSC_0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-5991449209461899647</id><published>2011-05-25T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:03:52.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wise Man Built His House on the Word</title><content type='html'>Chloe had a little program during her Wednesday Night Mission Friends.  She loves to go to church, every time she gets a chance.  She loves it on Sundays.  She loves it on Wednesdays.  However, on Wednesdays, she goes to Mission Friends.  One hour of Choir, and one hour of Missions.  She could do without the Choir, but it is just part of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it did not surprise K and I at all that she was not too thrilled to be singing on Wednesday night.   The title of their program was "A Wise Man Build His House on the Word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chloe walking into the chapel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48TWJY1smlw/TpnlAW3OEjI/AAAAAAAAEac/XLFJfggITIQ/s1600/DSC_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48TWJY1smlw/TpnlAW3OEjI/AAAAAAAAEac/XLFJfggITIQ/s320/DSC_0333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663809800695058994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was assisting the kids while they were taking their places on the risers.  And yes, those are Chloe's panties.  Her skirt would NOT stay up.  It was just too big on her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNPOrCaValI/Tpnlojd4xJI/AAAAAAAAEao/GhnGaKJo0QE/s1600/DSC_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNPOrCaValI/Tpnlojd4xJI/AAAAAAAAEao/GhnGaKJo0QE/s320/DSC_0334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663810491273233554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think she looked cute, even if she was not excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmM8psfGZYU/Tpnl5i7Lq_I/AAAAAAAAEa0/t-vjKly1rjM/s1600/DSC_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmM8psfGZYU/Tpnl5i7Lq_I/AAAAAAAAEa0/t-vjKly1rjM/s320/DSC_0338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663810783185447922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I tried to take her picture, this is what she did!  She did not like me looking at her, and trying to snap pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yYok0NmQZA/TpnmQ-WJSRI/AAAAAAAAEbA/4FBVMeZoivo/s1600/DSC_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yYok0NmQZA/TpnmQ-WJSRI/AAAAAAAAEbA/4FBVMeZoivo/s320/DSC_0339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811185683286290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did perk up for a minute when she got her hammer!  I thought that her performance would REALLY take off at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Am5FHDmdrn8/TpnmnrNVrvI/AAAAAAAAEbM/TSE8EZRWvgg/s1600/DSC_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Am5FHDmdrn8/TpnmnrNVrvI/AAAAAAAAEbM/TSE8EZRWvgg/s320/DSC_0345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811575683067634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was given a deflated hammer, so then she got a new one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWCcNSmb1po/Tpnmy-7NKcI/AAAAAAAAEbY/YrCc-b8Rp5E/s1600/DSC_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWCcNSmb1po/Tpnmy-7NKcI/AAAAAAAAEbY/YrCc-b8Rp5E/s320/DSC_0346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663811769954281922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waved it around for a minute, and sang a few words, but all in all...I think that she would have preferred to be in Missions!  She loves learning about Missionaries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-5991449209461899647?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5991449209461899647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=5991449209461899647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5991449209461899647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5991449209461899647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/wise-man-built-his-house-on-word.html' title='A Wise Man Built His House on the Word'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-48TWJY1smlw/TpnlAW3OEjI/AAAAAAAAEac/XLFJfggITIQ/s72-c/DSC_0333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-8307955311442585197</id><published>2011-05-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:49:51.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Addison!</title><content type='html'>One of Chloe's very best friends from school turned 4!  And we were so happy to get to be a part of Addison's Birthday Party!  The party was at our church, and we had so much fun!  Here is Chloe waiting for the Birthday Girl to come in and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_abX02LGmg/Tpnhoys-CvI/AAAAAAAAEYw/r3HrPBx8seM/s1600/DSC_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_abX02LGmg/Tpnhoys-CvI/AAAAAAAAEYw/r3HrPBx8seM/s320/DSC_0375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663806097316514546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited to be at this party with all her friends from.  Here is Chloe with Addison, and Ashlyn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTpIB2lHvvE/Tpnh3vhTYtI/AAAAAAAAEY8/r__EO_AokkM/s1600/DSC_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTpIB2lHvvE/Tpnh3vhTYtI/AAAAAAAAEY8/r__EO_AokkM/s320/DSC_0377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663806354160313042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three girls were having a blast going back and forth on the rope line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woZzoSMWGu8/Tpnif7GdnzI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/ax3lvETDEWg/s1600/DSC_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-woZzoSMWGu8/Tpnif7GdnzI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/ax3lvETDEWg/s320/DSC_0379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663807044463730482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-9CQS3lzAM/TpnifvxwEuI/AAAAAAAAEZI/KzOnrFOnF8M/s1600/DSC_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-9CQS3lzAM/TpnifvxwEuI/AAAAAAAAEZI/KzOnrFOnF8M/s320/DSC_0378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663807041424069346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went into the party room, all the kids gathered for a group picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOiVXuU8UBo/Tpniw0pctDI/AAAAAAAAEZg/Y5x-48JeqRM/s1600/DSC_0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOiVXuU8UBo/Tpniw0pctDI/AAAAAAAAEZg/Y5x-48JeqRM/s320/DSC_0381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663807334789198898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Ashlyn were waiting to get some pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNW50RJ-Xk4/TpnjHggTCnI/AAAAAAAAEZs/Txy1U8lRa2U/s1600/DSC_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNW50RJ-Xk4/TpnjHggTCnI/AAAAAAAAEZs/Txy1U8lRa2U/s320/DSC_0383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663807724519098994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their belly's were full...it was time to get their faces painted! Of course, Chloe chose a pink flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mptlPYGHBAU/TpnjfIFST_I/AAAAAAAAEaE/2urPnmI_3HU/s1600/DSC_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mptlPYGHBAU/TpnjfIFST_I/AAAAAAAAEaE/2urPnmI_3HU/s320/DSC_0385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663808130280214514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYEg5KGkYZY/Tpnje3Spp5I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/h5JZi9RCl2g/s1600/DSC_0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYEg5KGkYZY/Tpnje3Spp5I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/h5JZi9RCl2g/s320/DSC_0384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663808125772867474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left the party, we got one more picture of Chloe with the Birthday Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcgBg4vzyRA/TpnjuCufjII/AAAAAAAAEaQ/BZBkFFylXNU/s1600/DSC_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcgBg4vzyRA/TpnjuCufjII/AAAAAAAAEaQ/BZBkFFylXNU/s320/DSC_0387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663808386540473474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such sweet girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-8307955311442585197?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8307955311442585197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=8307955311442585197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8307955311442585197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8307955311442585197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-addison.html' title='Happy Birthday Addison!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-d_abX02LGmg/Tpnhoys-CvI/AAAAAAAAEYw/r3HrPBx8seM/s72-c/DSC_0375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-8432670688303396786</id><published>2011-05-08T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:11:23.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding the Ducks, and Mastering the Bike!</title><content type='html'>After 2 weeks of being away for training, I am finally home!  Praise the Lord!  K and I decided to take Chloe, and her bike, to the park.  It was a beautiful day, and we wanted to get out and let her practice.  Chloe thought that it would be a great idea to feed the ducks while we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oftMh3HHSaI/TpnVzP6inuI/AAAAAAAAEXE/FSkzsFmGnnM/s1600/DSC_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oftMh3HHSaI/TpnVzP6inuI/AAAAAAAAEXE/FSkzsFmGnnM/s320/DSC_0340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663793082817224418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rD1s_jE5ss/TpnVylARkZI/AAAAAAAAEW8/bYoxNiymxfc/s1600/DSC_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rD1s_jE5ss/TpnVylARkZI/AAAAAAAAEW8/bYoxNiymxfc/s320/DSC_0338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663793071298548114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxro2BrufrI/TpnVykEjHCI/AAAAAAAAEWs/5ICwFcG4Uaw/s1600/DSC_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxro2BrufrI/TpnVykEjHCI/AAAAAAAAEWs/5ICwFcG4Uaw/s320/DSC_0337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663793071048039458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she was out of bread, and K and I convinced her that the ducks were full, it was time to get on the bike!  Look at the determination in her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pP9lb2AAiZw/TpnXAYKCIeI/AAAAAAAAEXc/o3Wu2SUzGXw/s1600/DSC_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pP9lb2AAiZw/TpnXAYKCIeI/AAAAAAAAEXc/o3Wu2SUzGXw/s320/DSC_0343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663794407879614946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LRyDUhzm1I/TpnXAENksXI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/lcrdsNVkg3k/s1600/DSC_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LRyDUhzm1I/TpnXAENksXI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/lcrdsNVkg3k/s320/DSC_0341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663794402525753714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she had all the support she needed with her Daddy next to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VVCxWcelWg/TpnZVu6fq0I/AAAAAAAAEXo/xFUOvFKCBKs/s1600/DSC_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VVCxWcelWg/TpnZVu6fq0I/AAAAAAAAEXo/xFUOvFKCBKs/s320/DSC_0345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663796973788965698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her little legs were worn out, we stopped for a couple of pictures.  She was all smiles for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sl5inJADxA/TpnZuMuLTbI/AAAAAAAAEX0/2YU18t29QO0/s1600/DSC_0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sl5inJADxA/TpnZuMuLTbI/AAAAAAAAEX0/2YU18t29QO0/s320/DSC_0350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663797394107223474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLiC--tm15I/TpnZ6KhwoVI/AAAAAAAAEYA/w2ZygZN9jlI/s1600/DSC_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLiC--tm15I/TpnZ6KhwoVI/AAAAAAAAEYA/w2ZygZN9jlI/s320/DSC_0351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663797599676703058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got the chance to snuggle up with her a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3FQy1ZgaqQ/TpnaXQ897gI/AAAAAAAAEYU/vT-z4X2kO4c/s1600/DSC_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3FQy1ZgaqQ/TpnaXQ897gI/AAAAAAAAEYU/vT-z4X2kO4c/s320/DSC_0360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663798099617639938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBOiCOPWaoE/TpnaXFWVK6I/AAAAAAAAEYM/dpxW30m6AAc/s1600/DSC_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBOiCOPWaoE/TpnaXFWVK6I/AAAAAAAAEYM/dpxW30m6AAc/s320/DSC_0359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663798096502795170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall...we had a great day!  It is great to be home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_q6grfYyTk/Tpnap1J37GI/AAAAAAAAEYk/RQ0Zc5e98JI/s1600/DSC_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_q6grfYyTk/Tpnap1J37GI/AAAAAAAAEYk/RQ0Zc5e98JI/s320/DSC_0366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663798418573093986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....with the ones I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-8432670688303396786?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8432670688303396786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=8432670688303396786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8432670688303396786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8432670688303396786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/feeding-ducks-and-mastering-bike.html' title='Feeding the Ducks, and Mastering the Bike!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-oftMh3HHSaI/TpnVzP6inuI/AAAAAAAAEXE/FSkzsFmGnnM/s72-c/DSC_0340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-630969095733697492</id><published>2011-04-24T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:08:40.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Prime Tyme Uniform</title><content type='html'>Chloe's cousin, Elizabeth, gave her a Prime Tyme Cheerleading Uniform.  Chloe LOVES it!  I let her put it on and she said that it was "SO SPARKLY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9y9xy8S2tNg/Tpn2Jsga5VI/AAAAAAAAEgs/zEaKbhE-_ds/s1600/IMAG0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9y9xy8S2tNg/Tpn2Jsga5VI/AAAAAAAAEgs/zEaKbhE-_ds/s320/IMAG0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663828652821505362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojrsj9qmaLA/Tpn2Jo4A6TI/AAAAAAAAEgc/K1iNX9YK5fs/s1600/IMAG0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojrsj9qmaLA/Tpn2Jo4A6TI/AAAAAAAAEgc/K1iNX9YK5fs/s320/IMAG0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663828651846723890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have a cheerleader in my future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-630969095733697492?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/630969095733697492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=630969095733697492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/630969095733697492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/630969095733697492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/1st-prime-tyme-uniform.html' title='1st Prime Tyme Uniform'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-9y9xy8S2tNg/Tpn2Jsga5VI/AAAAAAAAEgs/zEaKbhE-_ds/s72-c/IMAG0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-6236742351562774953</id><published>2011-04-24T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:41:16.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Bike</title><content type='html'>After church and brunch, we headed home to rest for the remainder of Easter Sunday.  "Nena" had gotten Chloe a new bike, so K put it together.  When Chloe got up from her nap, she got to go outside and try it out for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LN7c7jsFpA8/TpnTIlm9WwI/AAAAAAAAEWI/-NrebbcHi4U/s1600/DSC_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LN7c7jsFpA8/TpnTIlm9WwI/AAAAAAAAEWI/-NrebbcHi4U/s320/DSC_0333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663790150883040002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that Chloe knew what to think about it.  She is only used to her car, or her tricycle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O63hXhBZlkc/TpnTcHRhezI/AAAAAAAAEWc/0C9gIsfWjPE/s1600/DSC_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O63hXhBZlkc/TpnTcHRhezI/AAAAAAAAEWc/0C9gIsfWjPE/s320/DSC_0335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663790486337452850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8DhSEe7AxQ/TpnTb9M23JI/AAAAAAAAEWU/Zv4-kxouA_A/s1600/DSC_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8DhSEe7AxQ/TpnTb9M23JI/AAAAAAAAEWU/Zv4-kxouA_A/s320/DSC_0334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663790483633527954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned!  We will see how the "Bike Riding Lessons" go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-6236742351562774953?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6236742351562774953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=6236742351562774953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6236742351562774953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6236742351562774953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-first-bike.html' title='My First Bike'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-LN7c7jsFpA8/TpnTIlm9WwI/AAAAAAAAEWI/-NrebbcHi4U/s72-c/DSC_0333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-9412955142312619</id><published>2011-04-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:33:09.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Morning is Easter Morning!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter...He is Risen! Chloe was so excited to wake up on Easter morning.  When I let her get up, she walked slowly around the house, just looking around.  I think she was looking for her Easter Basket, but not quite sure what to expect to see in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was all smiles when she saw it.  This is what I call a "sleepy smile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRvxTSmuOrU/TpnOwnR8A7I/AAAAAAAAEVY/yZLjuGYjsfY/s1600/DSC_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRvxTSmuOrU/TpnOwnR8A7I/AAAAAAAAEVY/yZLjuGYjsfY/s320/DSC_0293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663785340968371122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we read her new books, ate breakfast, and got dressed, look how sweet Miss Chloe looked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIX4zA3qCr4/TpnPixLGsbI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Kv2p7ElC9g0/s1600/DSC_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIX4zA3qCr4/TpnPixLGsbI/AAAAAAAAEVk/Kv2p7ElC9g0/s320/DSC_0295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663786202617524658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this curly haired sweetie pie!  After church we went to BYCC to eat brunch.  Chloe loves her "Country Club", and for the most part thinks that she owns the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOZHZXYO1mI/TpnQ9p3u_bI/AAAAAAAAEVw/AGivAfd3geE/s1600/DSC_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOZHZXYO1mI/TpnQ9p3u_bI/AAAAAAAAEVw/AGivAfd3geE/s320/DSC_0312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663787764025327026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chloe with her cousin, Elizabeth.  She was so thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hh-wGh3VWUA/TpnRb3lsBzI/AAAAAAAAEV8/iZpgl5UBerQ/s1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hh-wGh3VWUA/TpnRb3lsBzI/AAAAAAAAEV8/iZpgl5UBerQ/s320/DSC_0330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663788283103807282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter...I hope that you are celebrating the real meaning of Easter!  He is Risen Indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-9412955142312619?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/9412955142312619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=9412955142312619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9412955142312619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9412955142312619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-morning-is-easter-morning.html' title='Every Morning is Easter Morning!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-VRvxTSmuOrU/TpnOwnR8A7I/AAAAAAAAEVY/yZLjuGYjsfY/s72-c/DSC_0293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-5434950192208104870</id><published>2011-04-23T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:20:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun at School</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a short, and sweet post....I just wanted to remember, for myself, the cute Easter Carton that Chloe made at school for her Easter Egg Hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvWIdMaTw3c/TlhUTjVudwI/AAAAAAAAEUg/Ho6J1xmDNAU/s1600/DSC_0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvWIdMaTw3c/TlhUTjVudwI/AAAAAAAAEUg/Ho6J1xmDNAU/s320/DSC_0286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645354827789530882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe me...she filled that sucker up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-5434950192208104870?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5434950192208104870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=5434950192208104870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5434950192208104870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5434950192208104870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-fun-at-school.html' title='Easter Fun at School'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-rvWIdMaTw3c/TlhUTjVudwI/AAAAAAAAEUg/Ho6J1xmDNAU/s72-c/DSC_0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-8412341201585624872</id><published>2011-04-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:42:08.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluegrass Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>We were excited to get to go to the Bluegrass Egg Hunt this year because originally we were not going to be able to make it due to a Sunday School Party.  However, it was raining that morning and the Sunday School hunt was cancelled, so here we are!  Chloe was very excited because she loves anything that takes place at "her country club!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got there we were greeted by the bunny.  Chloe's other cousins Caleb, and Elizabeth were there too so she got to have her picture made with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mrEhFHk7Bho/TjXEPB3w8zI/AAAAAAAAES4/QIE-Sb2iUFY/s1600/DSC_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mrEhFHk7Bho/TjXEPB3w8zI/AAAAAAAAES4/QIE-Sb2iUFY/s320/DSC_0259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635626271203455794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_9Xf2rdnZ0/TjXEHw4Wc6I/AAAAAAAAESw/yTADPf86qas/s1600/DSC_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_9Xf2rdnZ0/TjXEHw4Wc6I/AAAAAAAAESw/yTADPf86qas/s320/DSC_0256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635626146383426466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe headed over to the crafts table after she got a chance to see the Easter Bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmuoMef-9qY/TjXElBAfcpI/AAAAAAAAETA/2uh6RSS4VV8/s1600/DSC_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmuoMef-9qY/TjXElBAfcpI/AAAAAAAAETA/2uh6RSS4VV8/s320/DSC_0261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635626648928744082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the Egg Hunt to start Chloe saw that they were setting up for a wedding in the Glass Room.  She LOVES anything that has to do with a wedding, and she LOVES taking pictures.  So guess what we spent the next 30 minutes doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHNCvRhe_G8/TjXFzlw0g-I/AAAAAAAAETY/7Vo5BFB34qM/s1600/DSC_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHNCvRhe_G8/TjXFzlw0g-I/AAAAAAAAETY/7Vo5BFB34qM/s320/DSC_0267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635627998824924130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGmOLvVb5Ic/TjXFgkqEwdI/AAAAAAAAETQ/iu_SNJP6rc4/s1600/DSC_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eGmOLvVb5Ic/TjXFgkqEwdI/AAAAAAAAETQ/iu_SNJP6rc4/s320/DSC_0265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635627672110678482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56REy93sKwk/TjXFH5EsTmI/AAAAAAAAETI/hF60rRfAfIA/s1600/DSC_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56REy93sKwk/TjXFH5EsTmI/AAAAAAAAETI/hF60rRfAfIA/s320/DSC_0264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635627248094301794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIubPV3vlv4/TjXGQ2nw78I/AAAAAAAAETg/Q_XqdzsSiVA/s1600/DSC_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIubPV3vlv4/TjXGQ2nw78I/AAAAAAAAETg/Q_XqdzsSiVA/s320/DSC_0268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635628501566549954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this girl knew right where she wanted to stand, in front of the beautiful flowers, next to the wedding chairs, in the brides aisle!  I have to give it to her, she knows what looks good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I thought we were done in the wedding room, she remembered the craft she had made earlier and wanted to take a picture with it....in the wedding room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhnVt3EIFAE/TjXG5Q7vwdI/AAAAAAAAETo/DJWgsL5aCbM/s1600/DSC_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhnVt3EIFAE/TjXG5Q7vwdI/AAAAAAAAETo/DJWgsL5aCbM/s320/DSC_0270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635629195824447954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally time to head out to the Egg Hunt!  This was the first year that Chloe moved up to the older age group, making her the youngest.  She was a bit intimidated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXER5MotQGQ/TjXHupCPyJI/AAAAAAAAETw/UIjhucNODF0/s1600/DSC_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXER5MotQGQ/TjXHupCPyJI/AAAAAAAAETw/UIjhucNODF0/s320/DSC_0273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635630112827230354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that she was more concerned about having some tea, than hunting eggs with older kids!  Here she is with her tea because she was just "parched!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wd9OzFo-Tzc/TjXIfGcc9pI/AAAAAAAAET4/5x54O5E4FGw/s1600/DSC_0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wd9OzFo-Tzc/TjXIfGcc9pI/AAAAAAAAET4/5x54O5E4FGw/s320/DSC_0275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635630945355495058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Chloe after the hunt with her basket..notice it is not overflowing with eggs.  She got a grand total of 6.  Yes, you read that correctly!!  Like I said, she was more interested in having tea!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SPWZfwOiE0/TjXJgbI0FpI/AAAAAAAAEUA/O8P524BhHoA/s1600/DSC_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SPWZfwOiE0/TjXJgbI0FpI/AAAAAAAAEUA/O8P524BhHoA/s320/DSC_0276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635632067601766034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hunt was over K, Chloe, and I headed inside to have something to eat.  We were all starving, and it got me out of cooking that night!  Do you think she is a Daddy's Girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dYOb0o44-4Y/TjXJ_wx7-qI/AAAAAAAAEUI/FTW9BBcgxTA/s1600/DSC_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dYOb0o44-4Y/TjXJ_wx7-qI/AAAAAAAAEUI/FTW9BBcgxTA/s320/DSC_0279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635632605987338914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she kinda likes me too, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGmVKs_bhgs/TjXL_OPBT-I/AAAAAAAAEUY/HyTbGESD4II/s1600/DSC_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGmVKs_bhgs/TjXL_OPBT-I/AAAAAAAAEUY/HyTbGESD4II/s320/DSC_0285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635634795737337826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER WEEKEND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-8412341201585624872?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8412341201585624872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=8412341201585624872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8412341201585624872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8412341201585624872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/bluegrass-egg-hunt.html' title='Bluegrass Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-mrEhFHk7Bho/TjXEPB3w8zI/AAAAAAAAES4/QIE-Sb2iUFY/s72-c/DSC_0259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-5675015671497291686</id><published>2011-04-23T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:03:33.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Annual Egg Hunt at Granny's!</title><content type='html'>It seems like we go to a million Egg Hunts every Easter, but this year we added another.  K's Granny set up her back yard for Chloe and her cousin Savannah Grace to hunt eggs together.  Shanna and I love it when the girls get together and we can take their pictures so this was the perfect opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Savannah were so excited!  She had her game face on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiCn8kWX7z8/TjXBOQeQi1I/AAAAAAAAESI/BYqX2og8nP8/s1600/DSC_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiCn8kWX7z8/TjXBOQeQi1I/AAAAAAAAESI/BYqX2og8nP8/s320/DSC_0239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635622959408253778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WMYYxAIxoA/TjXB-ZCwi3I/AAAAAAAAESQ/IC8ewKQGHcg/s1600/DSC_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WMYYxAIxoA/TjXB-ZCwi3I/AAAAAAAAESQ/IC8ewKQGHcg/s320/DSC_0241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635623786342550386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is headed for another.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vO-XP0M9m9E/TjXCTn_P5MI/AAAAAAAAESY/5vQIDppOCls/s1600/DSC_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vO-XP0M9m9E/TjXCTn_P5MI/AAAAAAAAESY/5vQIDppOCls/s320/DSC_0242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635624151131612354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hunt was over, and we confirmed that all the eggs were found, we decided it was time to get some photos of our girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0NmLfShUBc/TjXC7K8eiCI/AAAAAAAAESo/NOivXUFBepY/s1600/DSC_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0NmLfShUBc/TjXC7K8eiCI/AAAAAAAAESo/NOivXUFBepY/s320/DSC_0252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635624830530127906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBgSEA9BN9w/TjXC65WTp7I/AAAAAAAAESg/eAYN6VCZO1I/s1600/DSC_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBgSEA9BN9w/TjXC65WTp7I/AAAAAAAAESg/eAYN6VCZO1I/s320/DSC_0245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635624825806628786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet are they?  Cousins, but most importantly...FRIENDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-5675015671497291686?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5675015671497291686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=5675015671497291686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5675015671497291686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5675015671497291686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-annual-egg-hunt-at-grannys.html' title='First Annual Egg Hunt at Granny&apos;s!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-KiCn8kWX7z8/TjXBOQeQi1I/AAAAAAAAESI/BYqX2og8nP8/s72-c/DSC_0239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4425684498244845478</id><published>2011-04-23T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:16:41.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for the Easter Bunny!</title><content type='html'>Chloe was so excited about the Easter Bunny coming to her house. Aren't all kids?  She gets so excited about Santa Claus too, and I just love to watch her, and hear the excitement in her voice.  Getting ready for bedtime was no problem.  She even had the bright idea to put sponge rollers in her hair, which I have to agree was a GREAT idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0L0LvI2fRk/TpnMy-sWiTI/AAAAAAAAEUo/GcWC2ecks8o/s1600/DSC_0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0L0LvI2fRk/TpnMy-sWiTI/AAAAAAAAEUo/GcWC2ecks8o/s320/DSC_0289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663783182589659442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she was tucked into bed, and asleep, guess who came to visit?  The Easter Bunny!  Look at all her stuff that she gets to wake up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0ieR_s8ToM/TpnNRyK_iMI/AAAAAAAAEVE/LcfS9GBnLoc/s1600/DSC_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0ieR_s8ToM/TpnNRyK_iMI/AAAAAAAAEVE/LcfS9GBnLoc/s320/DSC_0291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663783711804459202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf-9OWrVWdg/TpnNR0vOFkI/AAAAAAAAEU0/tZ0yoXjyNM8/s1600/DSC_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf-9OWrVWdg/TpnNR0vOFkI/AAAAAAAAEU0/tZ0yoXjyNM8/s320/DSC_0290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663783712493278786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Easter Bunny even visited K, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUm5XYIXcCQ/TpnNgAOihZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/7ILZwuv85nk/s1600/DSC_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VUm5XYIXcCQ/TpnNgAOihZI/AAAAAAAAEVM/7ILZwuv85nk/s320/DSC_0292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663783956095600018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that someone is going to love waking up on Easter Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4425684498244845478?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4425684498244845478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4425684498244845478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4425684498244845478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4425684498244845478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-ready-for-easter-bunny.html' title='Getting Ready for the Easter Bunny!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-f0L0LvI2fRk/TpnMy-sWiTI/AAAAAAAAEUo/GcWC2ecks8o/s72-c/DSC_0289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7832054549699982784</id><published>2011-04-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:49:09.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Style Icon!</title><content type='html'>If you are ever wondering what in the world takes us so long to get out of the house in the mornings it is this little girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUrwvtI0r48/TjW9vJBXQ7I/AAAAAAAAER4/c57ri7Kezbc/s1600/DSC_0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUrwvtI0r48/TjW9vJBXQ7I/AAAAAAAAER4/c57ri7Kezbc/s320/DSC_0230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635619126297183154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we are always running late because she wants to take pictures.  On this particular morning she said this to me. " Oh Mommy, look at these beautiful flowers.  I need to take a picture in my beautiful clothes with these flowers."  I cannot make this stuff up!  I just looked at her...she was dead serious, and already outside posing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu0dveIiO1I/TjW_IdEhb3I/AAAAAAAAESA/1YKVwkMgCk4/s1600/DSC_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu0dveIiO1I/TjW_IdEhb3I/AAAAAAAAESA/1YKVwkMgCk4/s320/DSC_0234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635620660687499122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?  My baby girl likes the camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7832054549699982784?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7832054549699982784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7832054549699982784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7832054549699982784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7832054549699982784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-style-icon.html' title='Easter Style Icon!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-nUrwvtI0r48/TjW9vJBXQ7I/AAAAAAAAER4/c57ri7Kezbc/s72-c/DSC_0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-9125872340447849875</id><published>2011-04-17T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:37:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody is Ready for the Bunny!</title><content type='html'>There is really no point to this post, but Chloe wanted to take MANY pictures of herself in one of her 6 Easter dresses that "Nena" got her!  I just love this silly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL1zBjfcjRc/TjW8Z4EO71I/AAAAAAAAERw/gg5RiehoQnc/s1600/DSC_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL1zBjfcjRc/TjW8Z4EO71I/AAAAAAAAERw/gg5RiehoQnc/s320/DSC_0222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635617661456936786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hujo9ttpnDQ/TjW7QKEkLWI/AAAAAAAAERo/7QKAxPvH5Oc/s1600/DSC_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hujo9ttpnDQ/TjW7QKEkLWI/AAAAAAAAERo/7QKAxPvH5Oc/s320/DSC_0218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635616394979847522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is excited about the Upcoming "Egg Hunts!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-9125872340447849875?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/9125872340447849875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=9125872340447849875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9125872340447849875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9125872340447849875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/somebody-is-ready-for-bunny.html' title='Somebody is Ready for the Bunny!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-JL1zBjfcjRc/TjW8Z4EO71I/AAAAAAAAERw/gg5RiehoQnc/s72-c/DSC_0222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-830283632941694238</id><published>2011-04-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:24:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jake!</title><content type='html'>We got to go to our friend Jake's 3rd Birthday Party.  Hailey, his momma, did the best job!  Jake's party was a "fishing party" and it was at the lake, so Chloe was super excited to go.  However, I am no fisherman, so this was daddy's party to enjoy so that I could take pictures and chat with the girls.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I took CHloe to Wal-Mart before the party so that she could pick out her very own fishing pole.  She had Barbie, Disney Princess, Sponge Bob, and Spiderman to pick from.  Guess which one she picked??  SPIDERMAN!!  Why, you ask?  I asked her the same question and her response was, "He is so handsome, mommy!"  Seriously, she wants to marry Spiderman.  And you would thing that when I say Spiderman I am actually referring to Tobey Maguire, but I am not.  I am referring to SPIDERMAN in the red jumpsuit thingy!  And why would she not want to marry him...have you seen him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlz2zY8uPd8/TiuCM4i6QvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/QUrmdpwYmcY/s1600/DownloadedFile"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlz2zY8uPd8/TiuCM4i6QvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/QUrmdpwYmcY/s320/DownloadedFile" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632738916805788402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, check out that pose!  I must say, red is his color.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, she got the Spiderman fishing pole, and here she is watching K put it together for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruT4QpHwZ94/TiuCy9-FgoI/AAAAAAAAEQY/4wVsFzJsoBA/s1600/DSC_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruT4QpHwZ94/TiuCy9-FgoI/AAAAAAAAEQY/4wVsFzJsoBA/s320/DSC_0186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632739571096978050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel certain she asked him several times to hurry up!  Finally it was time to hit the fishing dock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhpsx1x8EqY/TiuDeAaIQ-I/AAAAAAAAEQg/cjFsALIKms0/s1600/DSC_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhpsx1x8EqY/TiuDeAaIQ-I/AAAAAAAAEQg/cjFsALIKms0/s320/DSC_0190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632740310485844962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Birthday Boy looking like a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-_pWB8WCak/TiuDwl89BoI/AAAAAAAAEQo/uLyqQldvOJs/s1600/DSC_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-_pWB8WCak/TiuDwl89BoI/AAAAAAAAEQo/uLyqQldvOJs/s320/DSC_0193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632740629801666178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K was baiting the hook for Chloe while she stood patiently with her Spiderman tackle box.  That was more important to her than the actual fishing pole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHlJ3tRatek/TjW2tYteOnI/AAAAAAAAEQw/NfteAed6gs4/s1600/DSC_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHlJ3tRatek/TjW2tYteOnI/AAAAAAAAEQw/NfteAed6gs4/s320/DSC_0194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635611399567587954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is sweet little Aiden just fishing his heart out!  Chloe was watching K fish his heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPHNdVowhpU/TjW4MRepawI/AAAAAAAAERA/kaZHU07ARXE/s1600/DSC_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPHNdVowhpU/TjW4MRepawI/AAAAAAAAERA/kaZHU07ARXE/s320/DSC_0212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635613029713931010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgNqJdSqoSo/TjW3SGEcoDI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/xWmusmeCR0Q/s1600/DSC_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgNqJdSqoSo/TjW3SGEcoDI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/xWmusmeCR0Q/s320/DSC_0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635612030218838066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe decided that Aiden must be such a good fisherman because he is in his daddy's lap, so she needed to give that a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgHEXOK4ywQ/TjW4oW2ymaI/AAAAAAAAERI/ihykjIDjs6E/s1600/DSC_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgHEXOK4ywQ/TjW4oW2ymaI/AAAAAAAAERI/ihykjIDjs6E/s320/DSC_0205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635613512193710498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what??  It worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn4AozM2Jd4/TjW42IhEaLI/AAAAAAAAERQ/KDD9NIBQiow/s1600/DSC_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn4AozM2Jd4/TjW42IhEaLI/AAAAAAAAERQ/KDD9NIBQiow/s320/DSC_0210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635613748862675122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought that was the biggest fish!  She was so funny because as soon as she touched that fish, she was DONE fishing.  She thought it was disgusting.  She was just going to supervise K from that point on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1ybDNYYjYc/TjW5N1CF5qI/AAAAAAAAERY/4ounkQSv4L0/s1600/DSC_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1ybDNYYjYc/TjW5N1CF5qI/AAAAAAAAERY/4ounkQSv4L0/s320/DSC_0209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635614155949336226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like her mommy...we do not touch fish!  Unless we are eating cheddar cheese goldfish, in which case we cannot stop touching them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jz2PszLRZs0/TjW5rz8Dc4I/AAAAAAAAERg/To-VtAOyuII/s1600/DSC_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jz2PszLRZs0/TjW5rz8Dc4I/AAAAAAAAERg/To-VtAOyuII/s320/DSC_0216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635614671051649922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Jake had a GREAT Birthday!  We sure had fun at his party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-830283632941694238?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/830283632941694238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=830283632941694238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/830283632941694238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/830283632941694238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-jake.html' title='Happy Birthday Jake!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-tlz2zY8uPd8/TiuCM4i6QvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/QUrmdpwYmcY/s72-c/DownloadedFile' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7971536162753841785</id><published>2011-04-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:13:31.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Tree!</title><content type='html'>We had some pretty powerful winds come through, wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EGKplBJ_Do/Tit-kuWQeNI/AAAAAAAAEQI/TKp-QcFM1XA/s1600/DSC_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EGKplBJ_Do/Tit-kuWQeNI/AAAAAAAAEQI/TKp-QcFM1XA/s320/DSC_0134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632734928338712786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that I had NO IDEA it happened!  I was at home the whole time.  It was not until 2 neighbors called to check on me that I realized that my tree was down!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....Good bye tree!  It was fun while you lasted.  Hopefully we will have less squirrels now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7971536162753841785?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7971536162753841785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7971536162753841785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7971536162753841785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7971536162753841785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-long-tree.html' title='So Long Tree!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-1EGKplBJ_Do/Tit-kuWQeNI/AAAAAAAAEQI/TKp-QcFM1XA/s72-c/DSC_0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-565484707213952566</id><published>2011-04-03T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:06:15.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Harvest Some Crops!</title><content type='html'>Just another day at the farm!  We headed out to take Chloe and Rudy to run around and wear themselves out at the farm.  Chloe loves to go there and see all the stuff.  And when I say all the stuff I mean that she likes to go and find rocks, flowers, trees, and she loves to ride her car around.  She thinks she can do anything she wants there, which is why she loves it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there she bolted to get into her car and go out on her own.  You know...K and I are so lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kUOoH-PigE/Tionc_V0hmI/AAAAAAAAEOw/NNjnjY7HLSw/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kUOoH-PigE/Tionc_V0hmI/AAAAAAAAEOw/NNjnjY7HLSw/s320/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632357662973003362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy was two steps behind her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JuesONexmlg/Tit36z9DcyI/AAAAAAAAEO4/KBK2l2W84XQ/s1600/DSC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JuesONexmlg/Tit36z9DcyI/AAAAAAAAEO4/KBK2l2W84XQ/s320/DSC_0098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632727611219342114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl thinks she is ready to go and work in the garden with MeMaw, PaPaw, and Daddy!  Notice I did not mention myself.  I was the photographer for the day.  However....I DID HELP PLANT SOMETHING!!  I just cannot remember what it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZZc-MwR5NQ/Tit5MRQ7PtI/AAAAAAAAEPA/4P7lxlqearU/s1600/DSC_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZZc-MwR5NQ/Tit5MRQ7PtI/AAAAAAAAEPA/4P7lxlqearU/s320/DSC_0106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632729010656722642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and his dad look like they are working so hard to figure something out!  I feel quite certain they were debating the "best"way to get something done!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YPJBiNqTdP8/Tit59kD4nQI/AAAAAAAAEPI/xoW1m6hOBT8/s1600/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YPJBiNqTdP8/Tit59kD4nQI/AAAAAAAAEPI/xoW1m6hOBT8/s320/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632729857515887874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this big helper...she always knows the best way to do stuff!  Just get some wood and hit the dirt with it.  Come on Dad and PaPaw..you should know this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKRR9648yMc/Tit6WHI1cLI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/8SX2jQE9pIQ/s1600/DSC_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKRR9648yMc/Tit6WHI1cLI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/8SX2jQE9pIQ/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632730279248752818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is this good looking country boy working the tiller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxjsAAuX78s/Tit61AKKCLI/AAAAAAAAEPY/bnHi8SgoGDU/s1600/DSC_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxjsAAuX78s/Tit61AKKCLI/AAAAAAAAEPY/bnHi8SgoGDU/s320/DSC_0117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632730809951193266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can say without reservation that I never thought I would be married to a man that was out "tilling the garden!"  It just sounds funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my goodness, the Princess got thirsty after working in the garden!  She needed to re-hydrate herself.  It is a good thing we had some water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZLItBoqbMw/Tit7YZAwYDI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ry8yKvmE9v0/s1600/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZLItBoqbMw/Tit7YZAwYDI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ry8yKvmE9v0/s320/DSC_0120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632731417918070834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some of you may be surprised that she is not used to all this manual labor...but, well, SHE'S NOT!!  Shocker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPuP92Qmsvc/Tit7vTZudXI/AAAAAAAAEPo/PiAllE0duKI/s1600/DSC_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPuP92Qmsvc/Tit7vTZudXI/AAAAAAAAEPo/PiAllE0duKI/s320/DSC_0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632731811549181298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just put this picture on here because I love her profile.  To me I can see the 6 month old baby girl I used to hold and rock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had a little break and rested up it was time for her to get back to work.  Hey, we are not paying her to stand there and drink water all day.  We have a garden to plant!  Or should I say...they have a garden to plant.  No more time to waste.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hP5s6ad81w/Tit80hKVJYI/AAAAAAAAEPw/aTDt-XynFnU/s1600/DSC_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hP5s6ad81w/Tit80hKVJYI/AAAAAAAAEPw/aTDt-XynFnU/s320/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632733000653677954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is carefully planting corn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKxoFWxzcQQ/Tit9v2-ct_I/AAAAAAAAEQA/txexEL-L65w/s1600/DSC_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKxoFWxzcQQ/Tit9v2-ct_I/AAAAAAAAEQA/txexEL-L65w/s320/DSC_0133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632734020121704434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EHz_jBg-xIE/Tit9oA_fs6I/AAAAAAAAEP4/gc8QsSSr3XQ/s1600/DSC_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EHz_jBg-xIE/Tit9oA_fs6I/AAAAAAAAEP4/gc8QsSSr3XQ/s320/DSC_0132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632733885371495330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was taking her time, but after all....this is corn people, she will NOT mess it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-565484707213952566?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/565484707213952566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=565484707213952566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/565484707213952566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/565484707213952566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-go-harvest-some-crops.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Harvest Some Crops!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-6kUOoH-PigE/Tionc_V0hmI/AAAAAAAAEOw/NNjnjY7HLSw/s72-c/DSC_0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3132717509920017786</id><published>2011-04-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:37:20.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>April 2 was a busy, busy day!  After we left  "Breakfast with Boomer" it was time to head to our next destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wYLnHnkiVM/TiTaGF1kfGI/AAAAAAAAEOI/hFG5HiL1_bM/s1600/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wYLnHnkiVM/TiTaGF1kfGI/AAAAAAAAEOI/hFG5HiL1_bM/s320/DSC_0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630865232300899426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as the home of Barbara Mandrell.  My mother-in-law and I share a birthday, and she introduced me to this place.  We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe climbed up on the tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIkQWq2hqSI/TioibupVVWI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/SiHuXdEhNgc/s1600/DSC_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIkQWq2hqSI/TioibupVVWI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/SiHuXdEhNgc/s320/DSC_0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632352143753434466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate lunch she got to dance with her daddy!  She truly is a daddy's girl!  She loves every single minute that they are together.  There was a live band in the restaurant, and it was older men, and that LOVED watching Chloe dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sV-cGfPjrKU/TiokhKUJ6CI/AAAAAAAAEOY/zmv7n0liE3o/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sV-cGfPjrKU/TiokhKUJ6CI/AAAAAAAAEOY/zmv7n0liE3o/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632354436103399458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even got a flower from her Prince Charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5SLlJwYgsPY/TiokzjjkuEI/AAAAAAAAEOg/JSF8XaKLkNk/s1600/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5SLlJwYgsPY/TiokzjjkuEI/AAAAAAAAEOg/JSF8XaKLkNk/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632354752116602946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to have this little girl to spend birthdays with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzvj1ok1GMk/TiolKs4z5gI/AAAAAAAAEOo/hinhUiDAcU0/s1600/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzvj1ok1GMk/TiolKs4z5gI/AAAAAAAAEOo/hinhUiDAcU0/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632355149758588418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lucky or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3132717509920017786?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3132717509920017786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3132717509920017786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3132717509920017786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3132717509920017786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-5wYLnHnkiVM/TiTaGF1kfGI/AAAAAAAAEOI/hFG5HiL1_bM/s72-c/DSC_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-32443350879894441</id><published>2011-04-02T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T18:06:31.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Boomer the Bunny</title><content type='html'>Chloe goes to Davidson Academy for school.  Their mascot is "Boomer the Bear".  Chloe LOVES Boomer, so when her teacher passed out a letter that to the parents that "Boomer the Bear" was going to be dressed up as "Boomer the Bunny" to benefit the Athletic program, WE HAD TO BE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just one of many things that we had to attend today!!  But...what the heck.  She was excited about an Easter Function at her school, so I was more than happy to take her.  It was a  Pancake Breakfast to benefit her school, so we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is enjoying her pancake breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EwJ2XhdPgA/TiTUMNdm-KI/AAAAAAAAENg/HKI0KNP_8KU/s1600/DSC_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EwJ2XhdPgA/TiTUMNdm-KI/AAAAAAAAENg/HKI0KNP_8KU/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630858740357331106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is working the cheese factor with this smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnkyvgyeKtg/TiTVHoEkIrI/AAAAAAAAENo/rkVenxlKBgw/s1600/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnkyvgyeKtg/TiTVHoEkIrI/AAAAAAAAENo/rkVenxlKBgw/s320/DSC_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630859761112326834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K always tells me that she gets that fake smile from me....now I know why it irritates him when I do it.  I look at pictures of Chloe with that fake smile and it drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...after waiting and waiting, "Boomer the Bunny" was ready for a photo op!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LHrzdkcgjMA/TiTWG_vyh2I/AAAAAAAAEN4/kYfLEeebYkc/s1600/DSC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LHrzdkcgjMA/TiTWG_vyh2I/AAAAAAAAEN4/kYfLEeebYkc/s320/DSC_0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630860849799399266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would "Breakfast with Boomer the Bunny" be without some candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l36GZoV3e-o/TiTYWJOxy4I/AAAAAAAAEOA/pPPIdvSOeVE/s1600/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l36GZoV3e-o/TiTYWJOxy4I/AAAAAAAAEOA/pPPIdvSOeVE/s320/DSC_0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630863309066587010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to say that we did not have to find out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-32443350879894441?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/32443350879894441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=32443350879894441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/32443350879894441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/32443350879894441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/04/breakfast-with-boomer-bunny.html' title='Breakfast with Boomer the Bunny'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-7EwJ2XhdPgA/TiTUMNdm-KI/AAAAAAAAENg/HKI0KNP_8KU/s72-c/DSC_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4326858343816068258</id><published>2011-03-27T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:54:51.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slide show</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SwZnIpqoPhI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4326858343816068258?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4326858343816068258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4326858343816068258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4326858343816068258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4326858343816068258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='slide show'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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://img.youtube.com/vi/SwZnIpqoPhI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-5802284138037221235</id><published>2011-03-20T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:23:52.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of the Court</title><content type='html'>In case you are not aware,  I began learning how to play tennis last year.  I am not that great, but it is fun!  I never thought that I would say those words, but it is a lot of FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who else likes to play?  Our very own Serena Williams in the making....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhOGqkLhttk/TiRNQt24xMI/AAAAAAAAENI/0xkUmrw0j7w/s1600/DSC_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhOGqkLhttk/TiRNQt24xMI/AAAAAAAAENI/0xkUmrw0j7w/s320/DSC_0172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630710383703016642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look precious in her tennis outfit?  You know what makes it even better.....she thinks she is awesome at tennis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b86qVuSl6I8/TiTM47nkjmI/AAAAAAAAENQ/AC-L1RY9Zz0/s1600/DSC_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b86qVuSl6I8/TiTM47nkjmI/AAAAAAAAENQ/AC-L1RY9Zz0/s320/DSC_0175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630850712568368738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe one day we can play together.  However, like her momma, she needs a snack afterwards.  So we went into the clubhouse to get her some water, and what did she come out with????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPF3vgqPvIA/TiTOHvgfJII/AAAAAAAAENY/3ANLFZNAx84/s1600/DSC_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPF3vgqPvIA/TiTOHvgfJII/AAAAAAAAENY/3ANLFZNAx84/s320/DSC_0176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630852066527093890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, POPCORN!!  I totally understand, I need a snack after playing too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-5802284138037221235?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5802284138037221235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=5802284138037221235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5802284138037221235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5802284138037221235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/queen-of-court.html' title='Queen of the Court'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-HhOGqkLhttk/TiRNQt24xMI/AAAAAAAAENI/0xkUmrw0j7w/s72-c/DSC_0172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3232420792251429678</id><published>2011-03-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:10:31.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me and My Daddy!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know or haven't been able to figure this out, Chloe is a DADDY'S GIRL.  Don't misunderstand me, she has her days when she is all about me, but for the most part she wants to be with her daddy, and I am a proud mommy that loves to watch the two of them together.  I guess that most daughters have this type of relationship with their daddy, but it is so neat to see it in my own little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is so lucky to have a daddy that loves to spend time with her, too.  I am very lucky to have a husband that co-parents with me!  He loves his title as "Daddy!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided one day when we were driving home from church to take Chloe exploring in a field near out house.  Keep in mind that this was a "No Trespassing" field.  He did not care though....that was just a minor detail, and the two of them were going exploring.  She thought that she was "Dora the Explorer!"  When we got home she curried around the house as quickly as possible and asked me a thousand times, "Mommy, can you help me find my exploring clothes?"  This was a surprise to me because to my knowledge we did not own exploring clothes.  We got her dressed, got her a backpack packed with the essentials: Fruit Snacks, Oreos, and Water, and off the two of them went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found sticks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ehGlo91yU/TiQplfa4XUI/AAAAAAAAELI/01XHjmqB93A/s1600/DSC_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ehGlo91yU/TiQplfa4XUI/AAAAAAAAELI/01XHjmqB93A/s320/DSC_0132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630671158186106178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhOTCfYcaM/TiQpXkdxTkI/AAAAAAAAELA/2FxcRHT7u5g/s1600/DSC_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhOTCfYcaM/TiQpXkdxTkI/AAAAAAAAELA/2FxcRHT7u5g/s320/DSC_0131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630670919022235202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went hiking....with her stick!  Everyone needs a walking stick when they are exploring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEoY5Te9fU/TiQqC55DnKI/AAAAAAAAELQ/NUnsJaeR_Jc/s1600/DSC_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEoY5Te9fU/TiQqC55DnKI/AAAAAAAAELQ/NUnsJaeR_Jc/s320/DSC_0135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630671663508200610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found a "pond", which looks for to me like muddy waters...but I guess she is a "glass half full" kind of girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rmqG80w7g/TiQreBhF6TI/AAAAAAAAELY/1FNqry-hOJk/s1600/DSC_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rmqG80w7g/TiQreBhF6TI/AAAAAAAAELY/1FNqry-hOJk/s320/DSC_0141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630673228923267378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxvQnlQAJe8/TiQrtskwyPI/AAAAAAAAELg/I10hSRw0Hfs/s1600/DSC_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxvQnlQAJe8/TiQrtskwyPI/AAAAAAAAELg/I10hSRw0Hfs/s320/DSC_0142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630673498179422450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that playing with a stick in the pond the little princess was hungry and thirsty.  So...she did what every natural born explorer does and found a spot under a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NRLV-DbpDA/TiQsxy-iDeI/AAAAAAAAELw/1QIggCXK050/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NRLV-DbpDA/TiQsxy-iDeI/AAAAAAAAELw/1QIggCXK050/s320/DSC_0147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630674668129226210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwHcez90bE8/TiQsmD9-DII/AAAAAAAAELo/jqqGou42uTI/s1600/DSC_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwHcez90bE8/TiQsmD9-DII/AAAAAAAAELo/jqqGou42uTI/s320/DSC_0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630674466531839106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just look at the view she had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KQtQnbOBHU/TiQtpticpGI/AAAAAAAAEL4/m0c3m6I4jxw/s1600/DSC_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KQtQnbOBHU/TiQtpticpGI/AAAAAAAAEL4/m0c3m6I4jxw/s320/DSC_0151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630675628741928034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want to stare at that muddy water in awe!  All that mattered is that this little girl was having the time of her life with her daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she was replenished, it was time to go back and play in the pond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZ7kWE1330I/TiQuSnFMozI/AAAAAAAAEMI/-SFHoQJha84/s1600/DSC_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZ7kWE1330I/TiQuSnFMozI/AAAAAAAAEMI/-SFHoQJha84/s320/DSC_0156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630676331383268146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GHwGS1m4G4/TiQuHTxFfNI/AAAAAAAAEMA/ib33Dny5gmE/s1600/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GHwGS1m4G4/TiQuHTxFfNI/AAAAAAAAEMA/ib33Dny5gmE/s320/DSC_0155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630676137220078802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at the smile on this kids face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bh95aAko170/TiQvIyCdhYI/AAAAAAAAEMY/jKTBmYkW9K4/s1600/DSC_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bh95aAko170/TiQvIyCdhYI/AAAAAAAAEMY/jKTBmYkW9K4/s320/DSC_0158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630677262037517698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WC1_Yyo67bo/TiQu2yoV0BI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/wL72cl7NVMQ/s1600/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WC1_Yyo67bo/TiQu2yoV0BI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/wL72cl7NVMQ/s320/DSC_0157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630676952958750738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I would say that she had the "BEST DAY EVER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfo_6rvu_gI/TiQvzMy4U8I/AAAAAAAAEMg/wfnfMDfGVxo/s1600/DSC_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfo_6rvu_gI/TiQvzMy4U8I/AAAAAAAAEMg/wfnfMDfGVxo/s320/DSC_0165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630677990774428610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3232420792251429678?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3232420792251429678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3232420792251429678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3232420792251429678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3232420792251429678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-me-and-my-daddy.html' title='Just Me and My Daddy!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-C8ehGlo91yU/TiQplfa4XUI/AAAAAAAAELI/01XHjmqB93A/s72-c/DSC_0132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1127801101843857015</id><published>2011-03-18T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:58:42.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Part 2</title><content type='html'>Next on Chloe's list for Spring Break, after Chuck-E-Cheese, was feeding the ducks, and getting a manicure/pedicure.  It started out with just going to Chuck-E-Cheese, but when that was over, she had to add more to her list, naturally.  She said "Mommy, my nails are just crazy!  I need a pedicure."  Seriously, those were  her exact words...she knows what she needs, and I understand that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I have said before a thousand times....Baby wants lemons, Baby gets lemons!  (Unless she TOTALLY misbehaves!   I do not reward bad behavior!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our sweet friends Aiden and Michelle at the park to play and feed the ducks!  How sweet are these two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBKH-jCaYDk/TgkWKV4ptxI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/Ec6Ihbq-vSI/s1600/DSC_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBKH-jCaYDk/TgkWKV4ptxI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/Ec6Ihbq-vSI/s320/DSC_0123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623049976678037266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not too into taking pictures, they had things to do.  After the bread was gone, we headed to the playground to have some more fun.  Chloe did not understand why the ducks were not very hungry.  I tried to explain to her that 100 kids throwing an entire loaf of bread in the lake was probably the reason they were full, but that was not good enough for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park we headed to get manis/pedis.  I decided...WHAT THE HECK!!  I may as well have some Spring Break fun too, so I joined her.  She was loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTcrUDVvW4U/TgkXu0eFu3I/AAAAAAAAEKY/FzUnqau90s0/s1600/DSC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTcrUDVvW4U/TgkXu0eFu3I/AAAAAAAAEKY/FzUnqau90s0/s320/DSC_0124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623051702875044722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soak those feet baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr0KvMVLdZw/TgkX_grTQYI/AAAAAAAAEKo/INvg0tI-6X8/s1600/DSC_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr0KvMVLdZw/TgkX_grTQYI/AAAAAAAAEKo/INvg0tI-6X8/s320/DSC_0127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623051989619523970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m_txpQojNUo/TgkX_WXcWqI/AAAAAAAAEKg/jagW9tsJRUs/s1600/DSC_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m_txpQojNUo/TgkX_WXcWqI/AAAAAAAAEKg/jagW9tsJRUs/s320/DSC_0126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623051986851879586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she loves this...movies, massage, and relaxation.  PURE BLISS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ba1E5F2N3Yw/TgkYaqSypMI/AAAAAAAAEKw/F9W-FpaDBzo/s1600/DSC_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ba1E5F2N3Yw/TgkYaqSypMI/AAAAAAAAEKw/F9W-FpaDBzo/s320/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623052456057545922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I did not time it, but I am pretty sure she let her nails dry for about 45 minutes.  She did not want to take a chance of messing them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIE2iHv3koQ/TgkYv9UJiWI/AAAAAAAAEK4/ZvlPB08-GKA/s1600/DSC_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIE2iHv3koQ/TgkYv9UJiWI/AAAAAAAAEK4/ZvlPB08-GKA/s320/DSC_0129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623052821940767074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved today!!  All I need now is an airbrushed T-Shirt that says SPRING BREAK 2011 with Palm Trees and a sunset in the background!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1127801101843857015?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1127801101843857015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1127801101843857015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1127801101843857015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1127801101843857015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-part-2.html' title='Spring Break Part 2'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-yBKH-jCaYDk/TgkWKV4ptxI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/Ec6Ihbq-vSI/s72-c/DSC_0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-6163761927109137944</id><published>2011-03-17T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:42:12.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day 2011</title><content type='html'>I love St. Patrick's Day....I always have.  I always wore green, because I did not want to get pinched.  I do not understand why people cannot pull our one tiny thing green in there closet just to throw on and be festive.  I even wore a green Tennis outfit at my clinic today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you who was the most festive of all....Chloe.  Who was she wearing, you ask?  Lolly Wolly Doodle.  How stingking cute is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fhcOIN99eg/TgkTtzduIeI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/ntEOx7NW16g/s1600/DSC_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fhcOIN99eg/TgkTtzduIeI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/ntEOx7NW16g/s320/DSC_0114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623047287378682338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dnlka7-QhU/TgkTtrP1ZyI/AAAAAAAAEJw/U-xUtL8kVoI/s1600/DSC_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dnlka7-QhU/TgkTtrP1ZyI/AAAAAAAAEJw/U-xUtL8kVoI/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623047285172954914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhXneqry674/TgkTtivhCSI/AAAAAAAAEJo/6kXgNrbtt6k/s1600/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhXneqry674/TgkTtivhCSI/AAAAAAAAEJo/6kXgNrbtt6k/s320/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623047282889918754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is modeling it ladies and gentleman!!  Working the runway...or staircase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QK1mv4KftSE/TgkVCQIqWRI/AAAAAAAAEKI/evZafWd1yeA/s1600/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QK1mv4KftSE/TgkVCQIqWRI/AAAAAAAAEKI/evZafWd1yeA/s320/DSC_0120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623048738183993618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbEGFnRMyCA/TgkU-V4blzI/AAAAAAAAEKA/oe0xyG763qI/s1600/DSC_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbEGFnRMyCA/TgkU-V4blzI/AAAAAAAAEKA/oe0xyG763qI/s320/DSC_0118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623048671007053618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not have a Happy St. Patrick's Day when you are with this sweet girl?  Hope everyone had a great day like we did!  Don't get pinched :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-6163761927109137944?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6163761927109137944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=6163761927109137944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6163761927109137944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6163761927109137944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day-2011.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day 2011'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-_fhcOIN99eg/TgkTtzduIeI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/ntEOx7NW16g/s72-c/DSC_0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-6840841017431429990</id><published>2011-03-14T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:30:29.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK 2011</title><content type='html'>Just my luck.....it is Spring Break, and all Chloe wants to do is go to Chuck-E-Cheese!  HA!!  I remember the days when it was called Showbiz, and on Spring Break we did not go there, we got airbrushed T-Shirts and did other things....like ride go carts, and go to Cheerleading Practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...this was the start to Chloe's Spring Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jJ_dgIIo7I/TgkMCQclHbI/AAAAAAAAEHo/5P-1OSWB8do/s1600/DSC_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jJ_dgIIo7I/TgkMCQclHbI/AAAAAAAAEHo/5P-1OSWB8do/s320/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623038842662886834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she not look excited?   i wonder if I used to get that excited about Showbiz?  Furthermore, I wish that I could still get that excited, but I guess in a way I was....I mean look at that smile!  How could I not be excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyS-IxpnG3c/TgkMaDla2II/AAAAAAAAEHw/jsKAw8UjbjU/s1600/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyS-IxpnG3c/TgkMaDla2II/AAAAAAAAEHw/jsKAw8UjbjU/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623039251527161986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were games to be played!  And, I feel certain K was having just as much fun as she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV4Ih1jSkSY/TgkNlqhXWII/AAAAAAAAEIg/Lg4BXu-BCpw/s1600/DSC_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV4Ih1jSkSY/TgkNlqhXWII/AAAAAAAAEIg/Lg4BXu-BCpw/s320/DSC_0107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623040550469326978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkK8uPaZsss/TgkNZMAoEmI/AAAAAAAAEIY/BYQNDV6ycZ0/s1600/DSC_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkK8uPaZsss/TgkNZMAoEmI/AAAAAAAAEIY/BYQNDV6ycZ0/s320/DSC_0102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623040336120517218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUf8MuzPVSw/TgkNVN27HNI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/Ca4F5n7FyVE/s1600/DSC_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUf8MuzPVSw/TgkNVN27HNI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/Ca4F5n7FyVE/s320/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623040267897216210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyCTUl_MhX0/TgkNNLmQbcI/AAAAAAAAEII/hLU1few8If8/s1600/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyCTUl_MhX0/TgkNNLmQbcI/AAAAAAAAEII/hLU1few8If8/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623040129851485634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_KX6g_ZbRc/TgkM9rLQZcI/AAAAAAAAEIA/7rPZuwLs2Yk/s1600/DSC_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_KX6g_ZbRc/TgkM9rLQZcI/AAAAAAAAEIA/7rPZuwLs2Yk/s320/DSC_0081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623039863450265026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm692a-WtlY/TgkM9V08qwI/AAAAAAAAEH4/mGEWZKsdLFI/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm692a-WtlY/TgkM9V08qwI/AAAAAAAAEH4/mGEWZKsdLFI/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623039857719552770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various things to ride....My personal favorite is Chloe riding the horse.  I can just picture her in the Kentucky Derby one day!  Okay, I got carried away.  I can picture her AT the Kentucky Derby, with an adorable BCBG Dress, and a fabulous hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx7KChChhuc/TgkOxX4N1EI/AAAAAAAAEI4/OjP6HNvq3n0/s1600/DSC_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx7KChChhuc/TgkOxX4N1EI/AAAAAAAAEI4/OjP6HNvq3n0/s320/DSC_0087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623041851134956610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuXFlgJ5eQY/TgkOr4TH_cI/AAAAAAAAEIw/x8-yBC6znmc/s1600/DSC_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuXFlgJ5eQY/TgkOr4TH_cI/AAAAAAAAEIw/x8-yBC6znmc/s320/DSC_0108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623041756758539714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yL44bwrpDpI/TgkOjs6awUI/AAAAAAAAEIo/qZmp36mDBeg/s1600/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yL44bwrpDpI/TgkOjs6awUI/AAAAAAAAEIo/qZmp36mDBeg/s320/DSC_0085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623041616263168322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the tickets to be won.  Everyone knows that you can get A LOT of loot from Chuck-E-Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIf6Nzxj2LE/TgkQISO5OiI/AAAAAAAAEJA/ROxXESqZiSQ/s1600/DSC_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIf6Nzxj2LE/TgkQISO5OiI/AAAAAAAAEJA/ROxXESqZiSQ/s320/DSC_0079.jpg" border="0" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza came...and someone took a piece so fast that I did not have time to snap a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXbL0En_XRA/TgkRD-M-vrI/AAAAAAAAEJI/orbQgjwuLY8/s1600/DSC_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXbL0En_XRA/TgkRD-M-vrI/AAAAAAAAEJI/orbQgjwuLY8/s320/DSC_0095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623044369683496626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who could have done that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw_1OjKPIt4/TgkRD8osAOI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/RZKiy1ljIU4/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw_1OjKPIt4/TgkRD8osAOI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/RZKiy1ljIU4/s320/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623044369262837986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even had LIVE entertainment...yes you read correctly....LIVE ENTERTAINMENT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeprethOuMI/TgkR4EOWZjI/AAAAAAAAEJY/f83QR691NkA/s1600/DSC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeprethOuMI/TgkR4EOWZjI/AAAAAAAAEJY/f83QR691NkA/s320/DSC_0098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623045264653051442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you probably think that we were going to leave when all that fun was completed...but what you failed to remember was the PICTURE BOOTH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EewV-Hgj_gs/TgkSRbRhKRI/AAAAAAAAEJg/5UcYuL1fY_M/s1600/DSC_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EewV-Hgj_gs/TgkSRbRhKRI/AAAAAAAAEJg/5UcYuL1fY_M/s320/DSC_0111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623045700337084690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, our night out was complete.  And I joke, but with the three of us together, we had a blast!  And I would do it again tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-6840841017431429990?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6840841017431429990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=6840841017431429990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6840841017431429990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6840841017431429990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-2011.html' title='SPRING BREAK 2011'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-1jJ_dgIIo7I/TgkMCQclHbI/AAAAAAAAEHo/5P-1OSWB8do/s72-c/DSC_0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-579369638941118738</id><published>2011-02-28T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:14:07.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prime Tyme Bound!</title><content type='html'>Chloe had her very first gymnastics lesson today, and I want to make sure that I document some pictures of my rising star!  She is going to be taking "tumbling" at Prime Tyme Athletics.  It is a tumbling/cheerleading gym.  Yes...maybe I am brainwashing her a bit by surrounding her by competitive cheerleaders, but I am fully aware, and will not force her to do anything she does not love...luckily for me, she loves it so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, she was all smiles and ready to tumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wc4untek03g/Tgfmfy4WiaI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/y_md0wlV3pE/s1600/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wc4untek03g/Tgfmfy4WiaI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/y_md0wlV3pE/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622716093703817634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks into the gym poised and confident...and cute as a button if I say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gi7tnMICDs/Tgfm1YSk_zI/AAAAAAAAEHY/ne5kMZOBvmI/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gi7tnMICDs/Tgfm1YSk_zI/AAAAAAAAEHY/ne5kMZOBvmI/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622716464523181874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stretch, we don't want to pull a hammy....it could ruin her career!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpp_Cq4TzbI/TgfnHMbu3EI/AAAAAAAAEHg/nNQBxVRBZpM/s1600/DSC_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpp_Cq4TzbI/TgfnHMbu3EI/AAAAAAAAEHg/nNQBxVRBZpM/s320/DSC_0073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622716770577996866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have any more pictures, because I went to the viewing area...I did not want to distract my gymnast.  However, she had a blast.  We are going to wait until dance is over to pursue this weekly, but she loves it so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-579369638941118738?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/579369638941118738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=579369638941118738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/579369638941118738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/579369638941118738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/prime-tyme-bound.html' title='Prime Tyme Bound!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-wc4untek03g/Tgfmfy4WiaI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/y_md0wlV3pE/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4397127413386718613</id><published>2011-02-26T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:09:16.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!</title><content type='html'>Chloe had a FABULOUS Birthday Party.  She is still talking about it.  She got so many wonderful gifts, but one that I could have just died over was from her friend Connell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...he know my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh8xct2NXnI/TXwjJxmSsmI/AAAAAAAAECc/m8cz7iZGWXs/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh8xct2NXnI/TXwjJxmSsmI/AAAAAAAAECc/m8cz7iZGWXs/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583376288872313442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the cutest pink, teddy bear, pedicure chairs and Chloe was loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czYufACBsCw/TXwjyoMYHdI/AAAAAAAAECk/J7_MGhzdzeY/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czYufACBsCw/TXwjyoMYHdI/AAAAAAAAECk/J7_MGhzdzeY/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583376990722334162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked out two colors, one hot pink, and of course she needed a purple glitter to go on top.  After her nails were fdone she was showing them off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vFeUUBVaqU/TXwk-LJiefI/AAAAAAAAEDE/2W1WKCUFDYE/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vFeUUBVaqU/TXwk-LJiefI/AAAAAAAAEDE/2W1WKCUFDYE/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378288595859954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Bg08npDAmo/TXwk989h8SI/AAAAAAAAEC8/hZ8doVrBcxY/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Bg08npDAmo/TXwk989h8SI/AAAAAAAAEC8/hZ8doVrBcxY/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378284787396898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KqDG9kq7yE/TXwk9rdJxhI/AAAAAAAAEC0/THHzA4CFa-E/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KqDG9kq7yE/TXwk9rdJxhI/AAAAAAAAEC0/THHzA4CFa-E/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378280088192530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wGk5LUcWQ0/TXwk9aYAuzI/AAAAAAAAECs/JrTdd1msr9g/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wGk5LUcWQ0/TXwk9aYAuzI/AAAAAAAAECs/JrTdd1msr9g/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378275503225650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe wanted to get my camera so that she could take a picture of my toes too...she was so proud of herself, which is the ONLY reason I am posting this picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GFKN5RaSEo/TXwlhrv80VI/AAAAAAAAEDM/BVHd1XcwzE4/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GFKN5RaSEo/TXwlhrv80VI/AAAAAAAAEDM/BVHd1XcwzE4/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378898642325842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she got that picture, she lined our shoes up next to each other so that she could take a picture of our shoes.  She was so excited, she wanted to take a picture of everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb-Dp9y6yiU/TXwmEpzG2MI/AAAAAAAAEDU/eRKOE0gJUyw/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb-Dp9y6yiU/TXwmEpzG2MI/AAAAAAAAEDU/eRKOE0gJUyw/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583379499414116546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were finished getting our pedicures/manicures, we had a lunch date.  After changing her mind 750 times, she finally went back to her first choice of Mexican.  She said, "I suppose I will have quesadilla, rice, and cheese dip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERiiFSJX9FE/TXwmzSiAspI/AAAAAAAAEDc/F6LmqTIx2AI/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERiiFSJX9FE/TXwmzSiAspI/AAAAAAAAEDc/F6LmqTIx2AI/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583380300622246546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is exactly what she got!  I am quite certain that the two of us will have many more pedicures, and lunch days together.  If I am lucky, we will!  I love days with my baby girl, they are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4397127413386718613?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4397127413386718613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4397127413386718613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4397127413386718613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4397127413386718613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-Lh8xct2NXnI/TXwjJxmSsmI/AAAAAAAAECc/m8cz7iZGWXs/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4300215173431974168</id><published>2011-02-26T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:24:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing the Night Away....</title><content type='html'>Well....finally!  After over a year of going to BYCC, I finally convinced K that we should go to Karaoke night.  Well, I didn't exactly convince him, but I made plans with some other friends and told him we were going.  What made it even easier to get him there was the fact that for $10, they were offering on-site childcare, so he really had no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner, karaoke, and a great time.  Here is a picture of Ben and Ashley, who were part of our party.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFTX2XonRps/TYe-fNcJveI/AAAAAAAAEDk/pn0261QdC6Q/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFTX2XonRps/TYe-fNcJveI/AAAAAAAAEDk/pn0261QdC6Q/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586643306169351650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1COENJXw1D0/TYe-3Ob9uiI/AAAAAAAAEDs/FswIOV594sA/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1COENJXw1D0/TYe-3Ob9uiI/AAAAAAAAEDs/FswIOV594sA/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586643718753860130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me...you know that I did NOT sing.  I am too shy for that.  But guess who did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNQSMz-TWDM/TYfA6qKIWfI/AAAAAAAAED0/kJ7S5bd4XsY/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNQSMz-TWDM/TYfA6qKIWfI/AAAAAAAAED0/kJ7S5bd4XsY/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586645976758114802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES HE DID!!  I am not surprised though.  He "thinks" he sounds good.  Fortunately for him, most of the people there had some sauce in their systems, so they just cheered him on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, K decided to go downstairs and check on the kids, and what he "says" he saw was a bunch of unsupervised kids.  Now, I heard from another source that the kids were playing games and watching movies.  Needless to say, K was ready to leave after just one song!  Funny thing is, he told me later that karaoke is not as easy when you haven't had a couple drinks to loosen you up :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to get Chloe, and she was not happy because she wanted to stay and watch Toy Story, but she is a daddy's girl, so he easily convinced her that we could watch it at home.  We did have a fun night with friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4300215173431974168?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4300215173431974168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4300215173431974168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4300215173431974168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4300215173431974168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/singing-night-away.html' title='Singing the Night Away....'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-aFTX2XonRps/TYe-fNcJveI/AAAAAAAAEDk/pn0261QdC6Q/s72-c/DSC_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4864382753226828883</id><published>2011-02-25T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:47:49.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Day!</title><content type='html'>Chloe had a "Bike Parade" at her school the Friday after President's Day.  Just close your eyes and imagine what you think a "Bike Parade" consists of.....now open them.  Anything and everything you imagined a "Bike Parade" to be was wrong.  Toss your patriotic visions of red, white, and blue dressed kids, orderly bikes/trikes in a line OUT THE WINDOW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the parade was more like open play.  I was out of town and I had the cutest Red/White/Blue smocked outfit all laid out and ready to go.  Tricycle was already at school.  And helmet was borrowed...thanks Sarah!  By the way, on a sidenote, is it really necessary to wear a helmet when you are on a tricycle?  At Chloe's school no helmet=no bike parade.  WHATEVER!  I am not even sure how we survived growing up riding big wheels, tricycles, and bikes without helmets, knee pads, and elbow pads.  Give me a break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story....the "Parade" was not a "Parade".  It was more like a bunch of kids riding around and burning a bunch of energy while patriotic music played.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the only picture I have from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JV3buXxoUk/TXwhVCSGHaI/AAAAAAAAECU/XdNx7dw6kuw/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JV3buXxoUk/TXwhVCSGHaI/AAAAAAAAECU/XdNx7dw6kuw/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583374283306311074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I will not stress so much if I am not going to be in town on the day of the "Bike Parade."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4864382753226828883?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4864382753226828883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4864382753226828883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4864382753226828883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4864382753226828883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/bike-day.html' title='Bike Day!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-4JV3buXxoUk/TXwhVCSGHaI/AAAAAAAAECU/XdNx7dw6kuw/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1108024767325222426</id><published>2011-02-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:24:18.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Chloe-isms!</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I am loving about Chloe right now!  Of course, I know that we are biased, but this post is pretty much for our Family Memories!  Here are some things that Chloe is doing and saying right now that we do not want to forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She says the same prayer every night! "Dear God, Thank You for this day and for this food, and for everything you give us!" And if she is trying to stall she will look around and thank Him for everything in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) She calls dessert, PIZZERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Her favorite places to eat are "Mexican", "Red Robin", or the "Chunchly Club (Country Club/Bluegrass)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)She calls her school Pope John Paul, even though she goes to Davidson Acedemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) She is so high maintenance, and loved mani/pedis so much she will look at her nails and say "My nails are Crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) K and I often say "Chloe you look like a hot mess" and the other day she said "My hair looks Hot Like a Mess!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) She just learned all of her identification skills (Phone number, address, and birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) She hates to wash her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) SHe has slept with the same pillow since she was a baby, and will not go to sleep without it!  Her Dora Pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) she takes a lunchable in her lunchbox almost everyday.  She LOVES those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) She loves to go to church, and cries if we do not go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) She told me the other day, "Mommy, no matter how old I get I will always be your baby.  Cause me and you and daddy are best friends forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note...I will stop!  For Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1108024767325222426?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1108024767325222426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1108024767325222426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1108024767325222426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1108024767325222426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-favorite-chloe-isms.html' title='My Favorite Chloe-isms!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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-4968466447422833254.post-4272354276768188975</id><published>2011-02-19T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:05:58.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party....I can do what I want to!</title><content type='html'>And...she wanted her party at My Gym!  And might I add that it was AMAZING.  All we had to do was show up, bring a cake, bring the Birthday Girl, and write a check.  It was AMAZING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of the cake and the Birthday Girl, were they not both so cute??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgagvuYDTqg/TgfZ4MrYRVI/AAAAAAAAEEA/Ra9QAKFBALg/s1600/DSC_0631.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgagvuYDTqg/TgfZ4MrYRVI/AAAAAAAAEEA/Ra9QAKFBALg/s320/DSC_0631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622702219294426450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 5 seconds after we got there when Chloe found the balls.....I remember her in these balls when she was not even a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8v2qCbtGP4/TgfafKlLRXI/AAAAAAAAEEI/Ns0G1OR-ySU/s1600/DSC_0638.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8v2qCbtGP4/TgfafKlLRXI/AAAAAAAAEEI/Ns0G1OR-ySU/s320/DSC_0638.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622702888746435954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Addison, a friend from school, had a blast on the trampoline! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pPUrWcP1L8/Tgfbj3sogAI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/VUbV_e3MEWA/s1600/DSC_0645.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pPUrWcP1L8/Tgfbj3sogAI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/VUbV_e3MEWA/s320/DSC_0645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622704069088411650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up...the balance beam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlfT6M1Q0uU/TgfcIxQmEeI/AAAAAAAAEEY/zeWtAlU-oNU/s1600/DSC_0651.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DlfT6M1Q0uU/TgfcIxQmEeI/AAAAAAAAEEY/zeWtAlU-oNU/s320/DSC_0651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622704703015358946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky enough to have 2 party hosts, and during circle time, Chloe was the "star"!  And she loved the "Birthday Girl" attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnihohnJAt8/Tgfcvky86sI/AAAAAAAAEEg/JbX1LYPX4hg/s1600/DSC_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnihohnJAt8/Tgfcvky86sI/AAAAAAAAEEg/JbX1LYPX4hg/s320/DSC_0656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622705369684699842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even got to sit in the middle of the parachute while her friends spun her around in circles!  Ahhh...the life of a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YmZqjP-ud8/TgfdhuGmQbI/AAAAAAAAEEw/dPAp9nEfY6g/s1600/DSC_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YmZqjP-ud8/TgfdhuGmQbI/AAAAAAAAEEw/dPAp9nEfY6g/s320/DSC_0671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622706231176479154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gwU5PlxWXg/TgfdazNj7QI/AAAAAAAAEEo/3VRCKTO195w/s1600/DSC_0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gwU5PlxWXg/TgfdazNj7QI/AAAAAAAAEEo/3VRCKTO195w/s320/DSC_0676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622706112288779522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all bring it in, I have something serious to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp10W_BT40E/TgfeBbItfNI/AAAAAAAAEE4/qdKTGaKTdts/s1600/DSC_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp10W_BT40E/TgfeBbItfNI/AAAAAAAAEE4/qdKTGaKTdts/s320/DSC_0684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622706775840881874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what this mischievous look is all about.  I think that she is planning her next victim in the balloon throwing event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJqU7kXKOv8/TgfecmjqKLI/AAAAAAAAEFA/HeYa7AnBOa8/s1600/DSC_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJqU7kXKOv8/TgfecmjqKLI/AAAAAAAAEFA/HeYa7AnBOa8/s320/DSC_0687.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622707242763167922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe got to go first on the zipline because, well, she is the Birthday Girl afterall.  She was not sure what to think about it!!  She is not that daring, if you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9ZHQDYpG6k/TgffERWJKJI/AAAAAAAAEFI/Sb-aV8w7qIs/s1600/DSC_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9ZHQDYpG6k/TgffERWJKJI/AAAAAAAAEFI/Sb-aV8w7qIs/s320/DSC_0698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622707924264102034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaZGITJfWRA/TgffNUaHV_I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/mNHm0gSayQU/s1600/DSC_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaZGITJfWRA/TgffNUaHV_I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/mNHm0gSayQU/s320/DSC_0699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622708079704889330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she sits watching all her friends have their turn, clapping them on, while they are doing the zipline.  After her of course.  Because it is HER birthday, in case you forgot.  She would not let you forget that it was her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kirvJ1YU1tA/TgffsqtrWfI/AAAAAAAAEFY/2A_f_xOGJN0/s1600/DSC_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kirvJ1YU1tA/TgffsqtrWfI/AAAAAAAAEFY/2A_f_xOGJN0/s320/DSC_0736.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622708618268465650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for a Puppet Show...starring the Birthday Girl herself.  Well, she got to hold the monkey, atleast.  "Please Mr. Alligator don't catch me...then SNAP that monkey right out of that tree!"  It gets a smile out of her every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYGhtBytyNA/Tgfgqei1MaI/AAAAAAAAEFo/A52ijNqN3t8/s1600/DSC_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYGhtBytyNA/Tgfgqei1MaI/AAAAAAAAEFo/A52ijNqN3t8/s320/DSC_0740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622709680153637282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe disappeared from her party for a bit after this....Where did she go?  Do not worry, she did not leave....she was getting ready for the GRAND SURPRISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1d-VM0c17s/TgfhLl3WdpI/AAAAAAAAEFw/ZHpuIygpVp4/s1600/DSC_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1d-VM0c17s/TgfhLl3WdpI/AAAAAAAAEFw/ZHpuIygpVp4/s320/DSC_0747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622710249054434962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Biker Babe came out to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!"  I would be lying if I said I was not teary eyed.  I love that song, and seeing her so happy, and knowing that she is growing so fast brought tears to my eyes.  She truly felt like a princess, and I was so happy for her.  I know that sounds crazy, but I was loving that moment for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a group photo of the kids that would sit still for a photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajqwA-GgqqI/TgfiBs5HWXI/AAAAAAAAEF4/9zLEEUsP93s/s1600/DSC_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajqwA-GgqqI/TgfiBs5HWXI/AAAAAAAAEF4/9zLEEUsP93s/s320/DSC_0753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622711178653817202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids sat at the party table and sang Happy Birthday to Chloe while she was swinging....another way that My Gym made her feel so special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMIcK9OIqyU/Tgfiq301lrI/AAAAAAAAEGI/h65qJkcQabs/s1600/DSC_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMIcK9OIqyU/Tgfiq301lrI/AAAAAAAAEGI/h65qJkcQabs/s320/DSC_0762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622711885963302578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfWM7t52qa0/TgfimgPzfpI/AAAAAAAAEGA/mP4IF4hxhrg/s1600/DSC_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfWM7t52qa0/TgfimgPzfpI/AAAAAAAAEGA/mP4IF4hxhrg/s320/DSC_0760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622711810914483858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR CAKE....and can I just say that it tasted as good as it looked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbj-engbJBM/TgfjANoWQkI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/ovJZvLr9b08/s1600/DSC_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vbj-engbJBM/TgfjANoWQkI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/ovJZvLr9b08/s320/DSC_0765.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622712252593750594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cake they staff hung various swings that the kids could play on....and they could not wait to get out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0RW_YPtVCY/TgfjnPaj2NI/AAAAAAAAEGg/Ki8YjJ2f7cU/s1600/DSC_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0RW_YPtVCY/TgfjnPaj2NI/AAAAAAAAEGg/Ki8YjJ2f7cU/s320/DSC_0770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622712923087689938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRLOzMuVDm8/TgfjiZG7qNI/AAAAAAAAEGY/EWL6I0AT4Jk/s1600/DSC_0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRLOzMuVDm8/TgfjiZG7qNI/AAAAAAAAEGY/EWL6I0AT4Jk/s320/DSC_0767.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622712839790373074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would a party be without bubbles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spdsQ0lXuWo/Tgfj6wnesRI/AAAAAAAAEGo/d4LbvW2exXE/s1600/DSC_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spdsQ0lXuWo/Tgfj6wnesRI/AAAAAAAAEGo/d4LbvW2exXE/s320/DSC_0778.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713258417762578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave, so all the kids got in a circle and said "Goodbye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSOfhzQXyrk/TgfkJ8XBLfI/AAAAAAAAEGw/e56kYZErzVY/s1600/DSC_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSOfhzQXyrk/TgfkJ8XBLfI/AAAAAAAAEGw/e56kYZErzVY/s320/DSC_0781.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713519267982834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome party...one of the best we have had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe went to thank her daddy for her wonderful party...does she look happy to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpcmO2kVr4s/Tgfkd3zj51I/AAAAAAAAEG4/ZqN48VNj1dw/s1600/DSC_0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpcmO2kVr4s/Tgfkd3zj51I/AAAAAAAAEG4/ZqN48VNj1dw/s320/DSC_0783.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713861642905426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she had to hug Kinley Rose bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2J9WSNiDE8/TgflHQXzJ_I/AAAAAAAAEHI/9gh9kyrk7j0/s1600/DSC_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2J9WSNiDE8/TgflHQXzJ_I/AAAAAAAAEHI/9gh9kyrk7j0/s320/DSC_0784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622714572611987442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Big Thank You to the 2 girls that made Chloe's party so special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxx9cGgcjA0/Tgfk95GsCsI/AAAAAAAAEHA/UMwmcPTRn4k/s1600/DSC_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxx9cGgcjA0/Tgfk95GsCsI/AAAAAAAAEHA/UMwmcPTRn4k/s320/DSC_0787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622714411747379906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that so many of her friends came to celebrate with her.  She had the time of her life, and I am thankful we were able to have this party for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4272354276768188975?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4272354276768188975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4272354276768188975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4272354276768188975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4272354276768188975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-my-partyi-can-do-what-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Party....I can do what I want to!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-IgagvuYDTqg/TgfZ4MrYRVI/AAAAAAAAEEA/Ra9QAKFBALg/s72-c/DSC_0631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7824240451801203640</id><published>2011-02-15T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:12:02.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning 4 Year Old!</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up my baby!  Except...she is starting to turn into a big girl!  Here she is when K and I went into her room to sing her Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUODy98Colk/TWLfDOTcGnI/AAAAAAAAEBU/WLLolEjAQ-I/s1600/DSC_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUODy98Colk/TWLfDOTcGnI/AAAAAAAAEBU/WLLolEjAQ-I/s320/DSC_0602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576264535110326898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came into the living room she saw 2 of her presents!  A "Happy Birthday Barbie", and a new book!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqmvrdQkv1E/TWLfgtXJZvI/AAAAAAAAEBc/98cesHen-bQ/s1600/DSC_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqmvrdQkv1E/TWLfgtXJZvI/AAAAAAAAEBc/98cesHen-bQ/s320/DSC_0604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576265041663583986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quick to let me know that the Barbie she wanted was the "Fashion Fairy Secret Barbie!"  We typically do not go all out with birthday presents because we put money in her account, and pay for a birthday party!  And besides....she get SO MUCH STUFF from everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Birthday Girl with her "best man" before she left for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMuRRUETWkE/TWLgPvubYGI/AAAAAAAAEBk/GbNC7SF3W8A/s1600/DSC_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMuRRUETWkE/TWLgPvubYGI/AAAAAAAAEBk/GbNC7SF3W8A/s320/DSC_0610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576265849751953506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is posing with her new Barbie.  I guess she decided she would keep her after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QemIxm37EU8/TWLhA2vYRFI/AAAAAAAAEBs/29kv_-xkDBs/s1600/DSC_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QemIxm37EU8/TWLhA2vYRFI/AAAAAAAAEBs/29kv_-xkDBs/s320/DSC_0611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576266693448582226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cupcakes for her to pass out during snack time at school!  She had an "Early Dismissal Day", so K and I picked her up and took her to lunch.  She chose Mexican, so we went to Dos Margaritas, and it was yummy!  After lunch, we had to head back to school for the Parent/Teacher conferences.  Apparently, Chloe has a problem paying attention!!  The teacher says she is absorbing everything, but she sometimes wonders if Chloe is paying attention.  And she likes to talk....A LOT!!!  I asked CHloe why she doesn't pay attention, and she said..."Because my friends are always talking to me, and wanting me to look at stuff!"  We are definitely going to have our hands full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had dance that night, so after dance we headed to Red Robin for Chloe's Birthday dinner.  She LOVES Red Robin!!!  Red Robin had pink balloons everywhere, and it was perfect.  And guess what???  She loved it.  More presents were opened, including more barbies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6A5sCksLdbA/TWLiZ9xsquI/AAAAAAAAEB0/MAsCoRY2jKI/s1600/DSC_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6A5sCksLdbA/TWLiZ9xsquI/AAAAAAAAEB0/MAsCoRY2jKI/s320/DSC_0622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576268224345713378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her favorite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qO-A-0BaGBs/TWLijz6BTEI/AAAAAAAAEB8/-99lrmhiUCs/s1600/DSC_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qO-A-0BaGBs/TWLijz6BTEI/AAAAAAAAEB8/-99lrmhiUCs/s320/DSC_0619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576268393494957122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not be complete without an Ice Cream Sundae with Sprinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlUNY2ibnVo/TWLi0gR-ezI/AAAAAAAAECE/Lq_sE6_q308/s1600/DSC_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlUNY2ibnVo/TWLi0gR-ezI/AAAAAAAAECE/Lq_sE6_q308/s320/DSC_0623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576268680284502834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she is happy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci9Dq3CGS6k/TWLjCjSBnQI/AAAAAAAAECM/BVrKTt_Ol1I/s1600/DSC_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci9Dq3CGS6k/TWLjCjSBnQI/AAAAAAAAECM/BVrKTt_Ol1I/s320/DSC_0626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576268921608183042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to guess, I would say YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7824240451801203640?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7824240451801203640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7824240451801203640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7824240451801203640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7824240451801203640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-morning-4-year-old.html' title='Good Morning 4 Year Old!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-RUODy98Colk/TWLfDOTcGnI/AAAAAAAAEBU/WLLolEjAQ-I/s72-c/DSC_0602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4830078637201873086</id><published>2011-02-15T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:49:12.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chloe!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that Chloe is 4 years old?  I certainly cannot!  It is bittersweet!  What a fun time K and I have had to cherish these last four years.  We are truly blessed!  Normally, I would write Chloe a letter and tell her how much K and I love her, but I saw this on a friends blog and wanted to steal it.  It is so true, and my love cannot compare to the love that Jesus Christ has for my daughter!  How awesome is that?  But First...a look through the years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCtthc6F55U/TWLZA8hO0SI/AAAAAAAAEAk/K-tYr20WEkk/s1600/DSCF0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCtthc6F55U/TWLZA8hO0SI/AAAAAAAAEAk/K-tYr20WEkk/s320/DSCF0393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576257898906833186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ienz50eYoyA/TWLZpIx_3HI/AAAAAAAAEAs/dKR9QaKQ0Xc/s1600/DSC00760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ienz50eYoyA/TWLZpIx_3HI/AAAAAAAAEAs/dKR9QaKQ0Xc/s320/DSC00760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576258589393149042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnEdCLzlqA0/TWLcm2NEI-I/AAAAAAAAEA0/jDP1_Y1lhvA/s1600/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnEdCLzlqA0/TWLcm2NEI-I/AAAAAAAAEA0/jDP1_Y1lhvA/s320/DSC_0120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576261848581546978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8BZIKCPbA4/TWLdOrraI9I/AAAAAAAAEA8/_X_uGKFg7oU/s1600/DSC_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8BZIKCPbA4/TWLdOrraI9I/AAAAAAAAEA8/_X_uGKFg7oU/s320/DSC_0231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576262532950795218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpJHuEia6Kc/TWLdj1HwaHI/AAAAAAAAEBE/AlgAdJBDmr0/s1600/DSC_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpJHuEia6Kc/TWLdj1HwaHI/AAAAAAAAEBE/AlgAdJBDmr0/s320/DSC_0611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576262896262867058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know me,&lt;br /&gt;but I know everything about you. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:1&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:2&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:3&lt;br /&gt;Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 10:29-31&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in my image. &lt;br /&gt;Genesis 1:27&lt;br /&gt;In me you live and move and have your being.&lt;br /&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;For you are my offspring. &lt;br /&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived. &lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 1:4-5&lt;br /&gt;I chose you when I planned creation. &lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 1:11-12&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;for all your days are written in my book. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:15-16&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth&lt;br /&gt;and where you would live. &lt;br /&gt;Acts 17:26&lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:14&lt;br /&gt;I knit you together in your mother's womb. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:13&lt;br /&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 71:6&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented&lt;br /&gt;by those who don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;John 8:41-44&lt;br /&gt;I am not distant and angry,&lt;br /&gt;but am the complete expression of love. &lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;br /&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. &lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child&lt;br /&gt;and I am your Father. &lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:11&lt;br /&gt;For I am the perfect father. &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:48&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand. &lt;br /&gt;James 1:17&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs. &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:31-33&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. &lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love. &lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts toward you are countless&lt;br /&gt;as the sand on the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 139:17-18&lt;br /&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing. &lt;br /&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop doing good to you. &lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 32:40&lt;br /&gt;For you are my treasured possession. &lt;br /&gt;Exodus 19:5&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart and all my soul. &lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 32:41&lt;br /&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things. &lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;you will find me. &lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will give you&lt;br /&gt;the desires of your heart. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires. &lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:13&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you&lt;br /&gt;than you could possibly imagine. &lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;br /&gt;For I am your greatest encourager. &lt;br /&gt;2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you&lt;br /&gt;in all your troubles. &lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;br /&gt;When you are brokenhearted,&lt;br /&gt;I am close to you. &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:18&lt;br /&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;I have carried you close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:11&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away&lt;br /&gt;every tear from your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take away all the pain&lt;br /&gt;you have suffered on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;I am your Father, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;even as I love my son, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;John 17:23&lt;br /&gt;For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. &lt;br /&gt;John 17:26&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being. &lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 1:3&lt;br /&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you,&lt;br /&gt;not against you. &lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:31&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins.&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled. &lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;br /&gt;His death was the ultimate expression&lt;br /&gt;of my love for you. &lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:10&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved&lt;br /&gt;that I might gain your love. &lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:31-32&lt;br /&gt;If you receive the gift of my son Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;you receive me. &lt;br /&gt;1 John 2:23&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will ever separate you&lt;br /&gt;from my love again.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;Come home and I'll throw the biggest party&lt;br /&gt;heaven has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Luke 15:7&lt;br /&gt;I have always been Father,&lt;br /&gt;and will always be Father.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:14-15&lt;br /&gt;My question is…&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my child? &lt;br /&gt;John 1:12-13&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;Luke 15:11-32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Dad&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Love You Chloe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4830078637201873086?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4830078637201873086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4830078637201873086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4830078637201873086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4830078637201873086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-chloe.html' title='Happy Birthday Chloe!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-FCtthc6F55U/TWLZA8hO0SI/AAAAAAAAEAk/K-tYr20WEkk/s72-c/DSCF0393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-6634380148725290144</id><published>2011-02-14T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:48:25.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>I am not sure about you, but I know that I have the sweetest 2 Valentine's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDsKXjsLfRU/TV3pJ23XcUI/AAAAAAAAD_0/tFoHSLAPLuk/s1600/DSC_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDsKXjsLfRU/TV3pJ23XcUI/AAAAAAAAD_0/tFoHSLAPLuk/s320/DSC_0588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574868269310374210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Valentine's Day is a "made up" holiday, but I sure do love to get my youngest Valentine dressed up for the day.  She just looks so darn cute in pink and red.  See for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45RBZ38YjxQ/TV3qTQn9M5I/AAAAAAAAEAM/vtl51kVxbqI/s1600/DSC_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45RBZ38YjxQ/TV3qTQn9M5I/AAAAAAAAEAM/vtl51kVxbqI/s320/DSC_0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574869530355512210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwUmVf8A7fI/TV3qS4AKR3I/AAAAAAAAEAE/eY8PIXQ5EGs/s1600/DSC_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwUmVf8A7fI/TV3qS4AKR3I/AAAAAAAAEAE/eY8PIXQ5EGs/s320/DSC_0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574869523746146162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afq5PiXMqjo/TV3qSxpfwPI/AAAAAAAAD_8/xUewuZuic6I/s1600/DSC_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afq5PiXMqjo/TV3qSxpfwPI/AAAAAAAAD_8/xUewuZuic6I/s320/DSC_0585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574869522040471794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe had a very busy day at school because she had to pass out all her Valentines to her firends, and decorate cookies at school. It was a little bit stressful because we were in charge of taking sprinkles for the cookies, and Chloe did not particularly want to share them.  We bought 7 things of sprinkles, but she was stil concerned that it wasn't enough to share.  I mean, she was decorating 1 cookie.....not 1000 cookies!  I assume she ended up sharing, because I never heard otherwise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a picture with one of my Valentine's before we left for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ5fU3FqlCs/TV3q3nZXC1I/AAAAAAAAEAU/it6pbmWfRPk/s1600/DSC_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ5fU3FqlCs/TV3q3nZXC1I/AAAAAAAAEAU/it6pbmWfRPk/s320/DSC_0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574870154943597394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was ready to get out the door and get to school....after all, she had Valentines to give....and get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kOTSBwl-48/TV3rbk0AgCI/AAAAAAAAEAc/g9srw7ECdnY/s1600/DSC_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kOTSBwl-48/TV3rbk0AgCI/AAAAAAAAEAc/g9srw7ECdnY/s320/DSC_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574870772725350434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I had a great Valentines.  We celebrated the Friday before by going to the Melting Pot.  I think we have gone there almost every year, except for 2007.  That was the year I was getting ready to have Chloe.  K knows how much I love that place, and I am so lucky to have him to celebrate Valentines Day with.  I hope that everyone had a Happy Valentine's Day!  I know that we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-6634380148725290144?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6634380148725290144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=6634380148725290144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6634380148725290144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6634380148725290144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-aDsKXjsLfRU/TV3pJ23XcUI/AAAAAAAAD_0/tFoHSLAPLuk/s72-c/DSC_0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4587805978647680663</id><published>2011-02-13T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:33:32.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday FUNday!</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post a few pictures of Chloe in her church Valentine's dress.  I thought she looked so cute.  She was having so much fun that I wanted to capture the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDmvH7vkktI/TV3oXqKP4EI/AAAAAAAAD_s/qgSUxVmvrzg/s1600/DSC_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDmvH7vkktI/TV3oXqKP4EI/AAAAAAAAD_s/qgSUxVmvrzg/s320/DSC_0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574867406906449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CJWa1uuvUs/TV3oXYC-gGI/AAAAAAAAD_k/TNODQS1WBs0/s1600/DSC_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CJWa1uuvUs/TV3oXYC-gGI/AAAAAAAAD_k/TNODQS1WBs0/s320/DSC_0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574867402044112994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9Z-KuMVVTA/TV3oXEAOuNI/AAAAAAAAD_c/sHVAVUShgr0/s1600/DSC_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9Z-KuMVVTA/TV3oXEAOuNI/AAAAAAAAD_c/sHVAVUShgr0/s320/DSC_0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574867396663883986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love her sweet personality. She is going to be the best Valentine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4587805978647680663?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4587805978647680663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4587805978647680663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4587805978647680663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4587805978647680663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday FUNday!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-GDmvH7vkktI/TV3oXqKP4EI/AAAAAAAAD_s/qgSUxVmvrzg/s72-c/DSC_0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7738148166413936987</id><published>2011-02-10T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:26:57.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow ...Go Away!</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of the snow!  I would LOVE it if we were fortunate enough to have one huge snow a year, but so far since December, we have had 3 or 4 smaller snows.  Just enough to close schools, for days at a time, but not enough to sled for days and days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was more excited about this snow, and I must admit, so was I!  It was much more snow that the others, and we were actually snowed in!  Here she is playing.  K went to Wal-Mart that morning to get her some new mittens because she requested pink.  As I have said a thousand times....Baby wants lemons, Baby gets lemons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ES69y9Daf_g/TV3iLjRfjeI/AAAAAAAAD-E/Kqlwxj-u-EI/s1600/DSC_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ES69y9Daf_g/TV3iLjRfjeI/AAAAAAAAD-E/Kqlwxj-u-EI/s320/DSC_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574860601829592546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is K shoveling our driveway!  What a disaster it would have been if he had not done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_Os4trYt5I/TV3ir83yTvI/AAAAAAAAD-M/_0UdSoxDJ-Q/s1600/DSC_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_Os4trYt5I/TV3ir83yTvI/AAAAAAAAD-M/_0UdSoxDJ-Q/s320/DSC_0560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574861158456905458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Chloe decided to peg him with snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sLdkZaIp_NY/TV3jKx_sruI/AAAAAAAAD-U/F5O7eU7nrcE/s1600/DSC_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sLdkZaIp_NY/TV3jKx_sruI/AAAAAAAAD-U/F5O7eU7nrcE/s320/DSC_0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574861688113245922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6a_sTD6Fc_M/TV3k6VbdbDI/AAAAAAAAD-s/hBTDtcFPhiA/s1600/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6a_sTD6Fc_M/TV3k6VbdbDI/AAAAAAAAD-s/hBTDtcFPhiA/s320/DSC_0566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574863604590406706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our house looks so pretty in the snow!  Wish the inside looked this pretty, unfortunately for me the maid has taken a long hiatus!  And when I say maid, I mean myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxUK3SGNFME/TV3j2wxSd-I/AAAAAAAAD-c/-m9kTVfQx4w/s1600/DSC_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxUK3SGNFME/TV3j2wxSd-I/AAAAAAAAD-c/-m9kTVfQx4w/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574862443698616290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Chloe's favorite things about this snow was looking at her footprints!  She loved it.  She walked all over the sidewalk, and driveway looking at them.  How cute are they?  I do not blame her for wanting to keep looking.  She has the cutest footprints.  I cannot believe how big her feet are getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvBFMsKD2Uk/TV3kgpED-4I/AAAAAAAAD-k/naGKGtDbVU4/s1600/DSC_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvBFMsKD2Uk/TV3kgpED-4I/AAAAAAAAD-k/naGKGtDbVU4/s320/DSC_0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574863163184380802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe decided that K needed some help.  She is learning early that all men need the help of a woman.  They can complete their tasks so much better if we help them.  And with us by their side, things get done right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWCjUXu1lw0/TV3l0Pt1ZZI/AAAAAAAAD-8/yDMcs4ESbMM/s1600/DSC_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWCjUXu1lw0/TV3l0Pt1ZZI/AAAAAAAAD-8/yDMcs4ESbMM/s320/DSC_0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574864599489275282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYKP7n4kTKo/TV3lz-9N2nI/AAAAAAAAD-0/sGi3VlFg_5I/s1600/DSC_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYKP7n4kTKo/TV3lz-9N2nI/AAAAAAAAD-0/sGi3VlFg_5I/s320/DSC_0568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574864594990389874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up....snow angels!  Chloe loves making snow angels, as long as she does NOT get her hair wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MuOJHzSLPtc/TV3mrVRoKII/AAAAAAAAD_U/JdegB4WAbKc/s1600/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MuOJHzSLPtc/TV3mrVRoKII/AAAAAAAAD_U/JdegB4WAbKc/s320/DSC_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574865545874385026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD1fCkXdmEE/TV3mrRCnsrI/AAAAAAAAD_M/JuCM_CqfLuc/s1600/DSC_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD1fCkXdmEE/TV3mrRCnsrI/AAAAAAAAD_M/JuCM_CqfLuc/s320/DSC_0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574865544737698482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm9bwKjiVN4/TV3mrMj3XXI/AAAAAAAAD_E/Qfjxv78nehY/s1600/DSC_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm9bwKjiVN4/TV3mrMj3XXI/AAAAAAAAD_E/Qfjxv78nehY/s320/DSC_0573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574865543534959986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to go in, change clothes, and eat Chili and Grilled Cheeses.  What a perfect Snow Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7738148166413936987?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7738148166413936987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7738148166413936987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7738148166413936987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7738148166413936987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-snow-go-away.html' title='Snow, Snow ...Go Away!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-ES69y9Daf_g/TV3iLjRfjeI/AAAAAAAAD-E/Kqlwxj-u-EI/s72-c/DSC_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7269705695068763862</id><published>2011-01-12T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:56:46.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day, Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Chloe is not quite sure what to think of the snow this year!  To be honest, I am not a hige fn of it this year.  I mean...it is COLD outside.  I know that I have not been the best mom for not taking Chloe out earlier, but it was just so warm and cozy inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I decided to buck up, get her dressed, and take her out.  To be honest, I had to beg her to go outside.  I did not want her to be 30 years old and holding a grudge against me for not taking her out when she was 3 years old and there was snow on the ground.  So....here she is, all bundled up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq30KH6_PlE/TV3csXaWIdI/AAAAAAAAD9U/0o1sEVPcoAg/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq30KH6_PlE/TV3csXaWIdI/AAAAAAAAD9U/0o1sEVPcoAg/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574854568511414738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering what she had in her hand, she decided to take her bubbles out and blow them...in the FREEZING COLD WEATHER!!  But, what the heck, she had fun!&lt;br /&gt;And what would a snow day be withouy throwing snow balls at daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyEWJ_Sx-vQ/TV3dcriSxVI/AAAAAAAAD9k/vWzA7-agb7Y/s1600/DSC_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyEWJ_Sx-vQ/TV3dcriSxVI/AAAAAAAAD9k/vWzA7-agb7Y/s320/DSC_0542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574855398547178834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87z82eTZFns/TV3dcQGMFXI/AAAAAAAAD9c/h3sVgBgvqyQ/s1600/DSC_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87z82eTZFns/TV3dcQGMFXI/AAAAAAAAD9c/h3sVgBgvqyQ/s320/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574855391181542770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean just look at this face...she needed to be out in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQeoszwV4y8/TV3d33Qu2MI/AAAAAAAAD9s/OCE35cbXBvk/s1600/DSC_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQeoszwV4y8/TV3d33Qu2MI/AAAAAAAAD9s/OCE35cbXBvk/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574855865551214786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a snow ball fight goes both ways, so K had to get her back.  She was not too sure about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8_ajJvh8a4/TV3eWE5QKKI/AAAAAAAAD90/qpEBLKxdoNU/s1600/DSC_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8_ajJvh8a4/TV3eWE5QKKI/AAAAAAAAD90/qpEBLKxdoNU/s320/DSC_0545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574856384606906530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks so proud of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLNoubtP5M0/TV3exmXy8LI/AAAAAAAAD98/c62-tZwlAGY/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLNoubtP5M0/TV3exmXy8LI/AAAAAAAAD98/c62-tZwlAGY/s320/DSC_0547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574856857449853106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she is quite the snow bunny after all.  Next time....we will see if we can get her to go sledding again!  She was not so into it this time around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7269705695068763862?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7269705695068763862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7269705695068763862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7269705695068763862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7269705695068763862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day-snow-day.html' title='Snow Day, Snow Day'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/-Nq30KH6_PlE/TV3csXaWIdI/AAAAAAAAD9U/0o1sEVPcoAg/s72-c/DSC_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1023986987721286219</id><published>2010-12-02T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:20:06.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rockettes</title><content type='html'>We got some free tickets to go and see the Rockettes this year, and Chloe was so excited.  She was practicing her Rockettes high kicks leading up to the night.  I guess she thought she was a Rockette, who knows!  But...we let her think it, and applaused her kicks.  They actually were not that bad!   I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Opryland Hotel early so that we could eat, and I could get some pictures.  Here are a few to kick off the Christmas Season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU7M8aGONI/AAAAAAAAD80/yNCo5wzflzI/s1600/DSC_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU7M8aGONI/AAAAAAAAD80/yNCo5wzflzI/s320/DSC_0935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549907209364060370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU7Mu6TlGI/AAAAAAAAD8s/ZtD8N_mzXp8/s1600/DSC_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU7Mu6TlGI/AAAAAAAAD8s/ZtD8N_mzXp8/s320/DSC_0926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549907205741057122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU7MVvsCJI/AAAAAAAAD8k/3gUNamm8Eqo/s1600/DSC_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU7MVvsCJI/AAAAAAAAD8k/3gUNamm8Eqo/s320/DSC_0921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549907198985635986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked into the Grand Ole Opry House to find our seats, we were so excited to see that we had the VERY FRONT ROW!!!  Can you believe it?  Free tickets AND THE VERY FRONT ROW!!!  Look who is excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU73iLGNoI/AAAAAAAAD88/8rxjQ6JVPcg/s1600/DSC_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU73iLGNoI/AAAAAAAAD88/8rxjQ6JVPcg/s320/DSC_0939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549907941056198274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is in front of the stage before the show started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU8Orf-3DI/AAAAAAAAD9E/zNuxgdzsixA/s1600/DSC_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU8Orf-3DI/AAAAAAAAD9E/zNuxgdzsixA/s320/DSC_0942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549908338696707122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe loved the Rockettes and has now decided she wants to be a Rockette!  We had a great time.  What a great start to a busy Holiday Season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1023986987721286219?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1023986987721286219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1023986987721286219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1023986987721286219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1023986987721286219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/rockettes.html' title='The Rockettes'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU7M8aGONI/AAAAAAAAD80/yNCo5wzflzI/s72-c/DSC_0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3659251528313876792</id><published>2010-12-01T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:07:37.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I love my house decorated for Christmas!  I love everything about it, except when I have to start putting it up!  I hate that task.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my house this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the basket of goodies in my kitchen.  I have this every single year.  To me, it just looks festive.  I added the painted wreath in there because Chloe made that for me last year at daycare, and I did not really know where to put it, so this is its new holiday home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU004PdBMI/AAAAAAAAD7M/v5Mwyf4ZWzk/s1600/DSC_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU004PdBMI/AAAAAAAAD7M/v5Mwyf4ZWzk/s320/DSC_0894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549900198859048130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's apron is proudly displayed for all of her holiday cooking/baking.  She is my biggest helper in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU1RzKxC6I/AAAAAAAAD7U/ovjQckAgLrQ/s1600/DSC_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU1RzKxC6I/AAAAAAAAD7U/ovjQckAgLrQ/s320/DSC_0895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549900695713418146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this plate before Chloe's first Christmas, and we have set it out every year.  Last year was the first time she actually grasped the concept of leaving cookies for Santa, so I know she will love it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU1x39RW4I/AAAAAAAAD7c/Ui0CC3rbDaQ/s1600/DSC_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU1x39RW4I/AAAAAAAAD7c/Ui0CC3rbDaQ/s320/DSC_0897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549901246754806658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple more knick knacks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU2hM_WZfI/AAAAAAAAD7s/xsiYY72kgfM/s1600/DSC_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU2hM_WZfI/AAAAAAAAD7s/xsiYY72kgfM/s320/DSC_0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549902059854521842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU2gyAR_kI/AAAAAAAAD7k/q7vo6wQNG4Q/s1600/DSC_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU2gyAR_kI/AAAAAAAAD7k/q7vo6wQNG4Q/s320/DSC_0896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549902052610670146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our tree this year.  I just love it.  It is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU2_1uQsVI/AAAAAAAAD70/Xk04t6lWOQM/s1600/DSC_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU2_1uQsVI/AAAAAAAAD70/Xk04t6lWOQM/s320/DSC_0898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549902586184773970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mantle....Excuse the castle and pony in the picture!  Someone had not finished cleaning up her toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU3g_a5efI/AAAAAAAAD78/Pp6UKOz1qzY/s1600/DSC_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU3g_a5efI/AAAAAAAAD78/Pp6UKOz1qzY/s320/DSC_0899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549903155723598322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any my steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU4qDh7MmI/AAAAAAAAD8M/wik-fvXKBzg/s1600/DSC_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU4qDh7MmI/AAAAAAAAD8M/wik-fvXKBzg/s320/DSC_0902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549904410957263458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU4p_bslFI/AAAAAAAAD8E/-uDAaey71E8/s1600/DSC_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU4p_bslFI/AAAAAAAAD8E/-uDAaey71E8/s320/DSC_0900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549904409857397842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love most this year is Chloe's tree.  We had SO much fun putting her ornaments on.  She moves them everyday, and just is in awe of her tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU5ZgBHmEI/AAAAAAAAD8c/uNX1XyP4ODw/s1600/DSC_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU5ZgBHmEI/AAAAAAAAD8c/uNX1XyP4ODw/s320/DSC_0905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549905226058143810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU5ZQuD3NI/AAAAAAAAD8U/gxDbe3k8LUI/s1600/DSC_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU5ZQuD3NI/AAAAAAAAD8U/gxDbe3k8LUI/s320/DSC_0904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549905221951675602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how close to Christmas we are.  So much to do....such little time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3659251528313876792?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3659251528313876792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3659251528313876792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3659251528313876792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3659251528313876792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQU004PdBMI/AAAAAAAAD7M/v5Mwyf4ZWzk/s72-c/DSC_0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-2881524594200637567</id><published>2010-11-22T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:42:07.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Story</title><content type='html'>Chloe's class put on a Thanksgiving Story play at her school.  K and I attended, but did not hold out much hope that she would say her line.  Chloe's line was "I WISH THE BOAT WOULD STOP!"  We practiced and practiced with her.  I will just go ahead and admit that when I would go and check on her and kiss her before I went to bed, I would whisper in her ear, "What is your Thanksgiving Story line?"  Nine times out of ten she would whisper back in the sweetest voice, "I wish the boat would stop!"  Yes....she knew it even in her sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked into the classroom we saw our little pilgrim standing on the Mayflower with some of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUxLbTtXvI/AAAAAAAAD6c/A7mZwLv3rmk/s1600/DSC_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUxLbTtXvI/AAAAAAAAD6c/A7mZwLv3rmk/s320/DSC_0907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549896188182748914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was the second pilgrim to step foot on America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUxtjmGROI/AAAAAAAAD6k/ShbGP6Ju4_k/s1600/DSC_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUxtjmGROI/AAAAAAAAD6k/ShbGP6Ju4_k/s320/DSC_0909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549896774522914018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilgrims suffered a cold Winter with a lot of snow.  Here she is throwing her snow! I think that this may have been her favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUyOisTZTI/AAAAAAAAD6s/F1Ow-GbjOJc/s1600/DSC_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUyOisTZTI/AAAAAAAAD6s/F1Ow-GbjOJc/s320/DSC_0910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549897341216187698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play we took her to the cafeteria where we had a Thanksgiving Dinner with Chloe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUy5uy8iPI/AAAAAAAAD60/DEC0aQNa8Os/s1600/DSC_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUy5uy8iPI/AAAAAAAAD60/DEC0aQNa8Os/s320/DSC_0916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549898083199650034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is with her Daddy eating Thanksgiving Dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUzboobaUI/AAAAAAAAD7E/J4CIfrltD-0/s1600/DSC_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUzboobaUI/AAAAAAAAD7E/J4CIfrltD-0/s320/DSC_0919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549898665660475714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUzbqG9gjI/AAAAAAAAD68/gMp7_SeFU9Q/s1600/DSC_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUzbqG9gjI/AAAAAAAAD68/gMp7_SeFU9Q/s320/DSC_0918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549898666056974898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so Thankful for these two!  Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-2881524594200637567?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2881524594200637567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=2881524594200637567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2881524594200637567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2881524594200637567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-story.html' title='Thanksgiving Story'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TQUxLbTtXvI/AAAAAAAAD6c/A7mZwLv3rmk/s72-c/DSC_0907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4748259512058857368</id><published>2010-11-17T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:54:07.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are So Thankful, So Very Thankful</title><content type='html'>Chloe goes to Music and Missions on Wednesday nights at church.  She loves it so much.  In fact, I think it may be one of her favorite parts of the week.  Her Music class put on a Thanksgiving musical for the parents during her class this week.  I watched them rehearse last week (through the door), and she did every motion, sang in the microphone, sang all the songs, and basically did what she was supposed to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When parents were in there, and K and I were on the front row.....NOT SO MUCH!!!  I have to come to terms that it is not good for Chloe to have people watching her.  She does not need to know that I am there.  Do not get me wrong, I will always be there, but she will not know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upstairs exercising at church, and K took Chloe to get something to eat and then to her class to get ready for the performance.  For some reason he took her pictures in front of the Christmas display, instead of the Fall display.  I have no idea what he was thinking.  But he was proud of himself, so I was not going to complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmRgmwk8ZI/AAAAAAAAD50/i1SlhnacgVA/s1600/DSC_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmRgmwk8ZI/AAAAAAAAD50/i1SlhnacgVA/s320/DSC_0870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542120805802242450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmRgStwMeI/AAAAAAAAD5s/1vGyS35kTxY/s1600/DSC_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmRgStwMeI/AAAAAAAAD5s/1vGyS35kTxY/s320/DSC_0868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542120800421687778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then walked her to her class to get changed into her orange shirt she painted with her Turkey handprint.  It was so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmSAeYTQcI/AAAAAAAAD58/PE74eAJm9OE/s1600/DSC_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmSAeYTQcI/AAAAAAAAD58/PE74eAJm9OE/s320/DSC_0872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542121353308750274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering why her hand in in the seat next to her, she was saving it.....for Kinley Rose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmSzmi2cfI/AAAAAAAAD6E/y0gMJRgZJFk/s1600/DSC_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmSzmi2cfI/AAAAAAAAD6E/y0gMJRgZJFk/s320/DSC_0886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542122231673811442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was very focused on her new Dora ring that she had gotten at dinner (it came in the cupcake), and so she was not too focused on singing.  When it was almost Chloe and Kinley's turn to use the microphone, Kinley said "We don't want to sing in that!", and Chloe looked at her, smiled, and they both just started shaking their heads.  What one of them does, the other one does!  I hope that these sweet girls will always be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmUvk_sp7I/AAAAAAAAD6U/ON0lrVN-Xmw/s1600/DSC_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmUvk_sp7I/AAAAAAAAD6U/ON0lrVN-Xmw/s320/DSC_0891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542124361561712562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmUtd2_TfI/AAAAAAAAD6M/qoyHhtD9lIs/s1600/DSC_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmUtd2_TfI/AAAAAAAAD6M/qoyHhtD9lIs/s320/DSC_0889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542124325286399474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that we are entering into the Holiday Season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4748259512058857368?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4748259512058857368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4748259512058857368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4748259512058857368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4748259512058857368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-so-thankful-so-very-thankful.html' title='We Are So Thankful, So Very Thankful'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmRgmwk8ZI/AAAAAAAAD50/i1SlhnacgVA/s72-c/DSC_0870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4737237666091288250</id><published>2010-11-11T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:26:21.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day Program</title><content type='html'>I attended Chloe's Veterans Day Chapel because I knew that they were all going to be singing.  It was not a formal program, but Veterans could come, and parents could come if they wanted.  It would have been great, but Chloe saw me, and her teacher told her that she could come and sit with me!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of All, I was not staying the whole time, and secondly, I wanted to take pictures of her standing with her school and singing.  WHAT WAS SHE THINKING??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did get a cute picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmARAnQBZI/AAAAAAAAD5k/Rj3E_7k7-iI/s1600/DSC_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmARAnQBZI/AAAAAAAAD5k/Rj3E_7k7-iI/s320/DSC_0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542101846166865298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VETERAN'S DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4737237666091288250?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4737237666091288250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4737237666091288250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4737237666091288250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4737237666091288250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/veterans-day-program.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day Program'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOmARAnQBZI/AAAAAAAAD5k/Rj3E_7k7-iI/s72-c/DSC_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-932181532405881762</id><published>2010-10-31T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:20:37.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>Chloe was a "Strawberry Fairy" this year, or as she calls is "Strawberry Shortcake!"  Hey, whatever makes her happy.  When I was growing up, Strawberry Shortcake was not near as cure as this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl81mMjl4I/AAAAAAAAD5E/uBwkwXyTgqQ/s1600/DSC_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl81mMjl4I/AAAAAAAAD5E/uBwkwXyTgqQ/s320/DSC_0810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542098076684228482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl80w0E4uI/AAAAAAAAD48/nizzBJR5-FI/s1600/DSC_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl80w0E4uI/AAAAAAAAD48/nizzBJR5-FI/s320/DSC_0817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542098062354473698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to K's parents house before we went back home and began passing out candy and trick-or-treating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl9QEo9I6I/AAAAAAAAD5M/w5a2gei6fWI/s1600/DSC_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl9QEo9I6I/AAAAAAAAD5M/w5a2gei6fWI/s320/DSC_0844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542098531533005730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is ringing her first door bell of the night at K's grandmother's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl9rPkE2PI/AAAAAAAAD5U/12NIa5OuzSQ/s1600/DSC_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl9rPkE2PI/AAAAAAAAD5U/12NIa5OuzSQ/s320/DSC_0856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542098998321797362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is excitedely waiting for someone to answer the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl-Ii3XJaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/LQolClZ8bk0/s1600/DSC_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl-Ii3XJaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/LQolClZ8bk0/s320/DSC_0857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542099501719168418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left there, we headed home to pass out candy, and trick-or-treat on our street. We did not stay out too long, but we still had fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, there was a little boy that knocked on our door and before he could say trick-or-treat he blurted out "I need to go to the bathroom!"  K just looked at me like, "What do I do?"  I am sure his parents were wondering what he was doing coming into my house, so I had to yell outside what was going on.  Needless to say, his dad was not too happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-932181532405881762?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/932181532405881762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=932181532405881762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/932181532405881762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/932181532405881762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-2010.html' title='Happy Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl81mMjl4I/AAAAAAAAD5E/uBwkwXyTgqQ/s72-c/DSC_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1612356463148311093</id><published>2010-10-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:04:11.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun and Friends!</title><content type='html'>This year K and I decided to host a Bonfire out by "Lake Chloe."  It was a fun time, with a lot of friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the kids bring their PowerWheels so that they could ride around and have fun!  Chloe was very thankful Aiden was there because she was having some car trouble, so he had to check under the hood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlyFerhj9I/AAAAAAAAD1g/-W19FtnTYSw/s1600/DSC_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlyFerhj9I/AAAAAAAAD1g/-W19FtnTYSw/s320/DSC_0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542086254916636626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to hop in and see how it felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlydpAz0cI/AAAAAAAAD1o/wRm4wNBXu8Q/s1600/DSC_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlydpAz0cI/AAAAAAAAD1o/wRm4wNBXu8Q/s320/DSC_0713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542086670007128514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided just to take Aiden's truck, and left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOly6ObtwFI/AAAAAAAAD1w/PH6DUwwxiGw/s1600/DSC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOly6ObtwFI/AAAAAAAAD1w/PH6DUwwxiGw/s320/DSC_0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542087161088426066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wyndham wanted to ride in the Mustang....so the girls hopped in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlzWj_YsUI/AAAAAAAAD18/eiujNrGxKDo/s1600/DSC_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlzWj_YsUI/AAAAAAAAD18/eiujNrGxKDo/s320/DSC_0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542087647911522626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe did not let Wyndham stay in long because she said "Aiden might come back!"  Bless her heart, she has a crush!  Sorry Wyndham, when you get bigger, you can take the car away from her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up a little spot for photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlz-AioflI/AAAAAAAAD2E/EH4wh1007YE/s1600/DSC_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlz-AioflI/AAAAAAAAD2E/EH4wh1007YE/s320/DSC_0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542088325590449746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get everyone's pictures because K started yelling that the food was ready, but here are some of the guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl02HFauFI/AAAAAAAAD2c/Fd5tfzCj6SQ/s1600/DSC_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl02HFauFI/AAAAAAAAD2c/Fd5tfzCj6SQ/s320/DSC_0746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542089289419634770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl01RhQFeI/AAAAAAAAD2U/jP5dP0nuI3k/s1600/DSC_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl01RhQFeI/AAAAAAAAD2U/jP5dP0nuI3k/s320/DSC_0743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542089275040863714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl01LFhwwI/AAAAAAAAD2M/rg2cOCQnNaY/s1600/DSC_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl01LFhwwI/AAAAAAAAD2M/rg2cOCQnNaY/s320/DSC_0739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542089273313968898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annalee is ready to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl1YCHMxiI/AAAAAAAAD2k/Qbiz6-9HCYs/s1600/DSC_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl1YCHMxiI/AAAAAAAAD2k/Qbiz6-9HCYs/s320/DSC_0754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542089872200484386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2mwUCsiI/AAAAAAAAD3E/gljA6ljLGzo/s1600/DSC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2mwUCsiI/AAAAAAAAD3E/gljA6ljLGzo/s320/DSC_0760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542091224632177186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2mSN39FI/AAAAAAAAD28/9re3ZFTXG1M/s1600/DSC_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2mSN39FI/AAAAAAAAD28/9re3ZFTXG1M/s320/DSC_0758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542091216553243730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2mCpguhI/AAAAAAAAD20/rdcNvuf0qEQ/s1600/DSC_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2mCpguhI/AAAAAAAAD20/rdcNvuf0qEQ/s320/DSC_0757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542091212374194706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2laa65uI/AAAAAAAAD2s/VaV099uUtSs/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl2laa65uI/AAAAAAAAD2s/VaV099uUtSs/s320/DSC_0756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542091201575577314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe finished eating quick because Aiden came to get her........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl3DNL--_I/AAAAAAAAD3M/w0AKUbmuinA/s1600/DSC_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl3DNL--_I/AAAAAAAAD3M/w0AKUbmuinA/s320/DSC_0767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542091713419344882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the kids to paint pumpkins, which they loved......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl4aldSWqI/AAAAAAAAD30/AtsjlWVU2ZY/s1600/DSC_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl4aldSWqI/AAAAAAAAD30/AtsjlWVU2ZY/s320/DSC_0781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093214582987426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys played on their phones.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl4vY91h6I/AAAAAAAAD38/ZjR-FF9Q9nc/s1600/DSC_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl4vY91h6I/AAAAAAAAD38/ZjR-FF9Q9nc/s320/DSC_0778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093572007102370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls held babies.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl5MxbIszI/AAAAAAAAD4M/Fjn_aCYCYpQ/s1600/DSC_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl5MxbIszI/AAAAAAAAD4M/Fjn_aCYCYpQ/s320/DSC_0788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542094076788650802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl5MVGY_4I/AAAAAAAAD4E/zsPv2etq9i0/s1600/DSC_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl5MVGY_4I/AAAAAAAAD4E/zsPv2etq9i0/s320/DSC_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542094069185445762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we needed more supervision because Wyndham and Tate were getting frisky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl5jjOgPsI/AAAAAAAAD4U/8sKJ93baAXY/s1600/DSC_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl5jjOgPsI/AAAAAAAAD4U/8sKJ93baAXY/s320/DSC_0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542094468114562754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, by looking at the evidence, that someone may have gotten a cupcake, or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6JazWmhI/AAAAAAAAD4k/KcYDV2iXmvM/s1600/DSC_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6JazWmhI/AAAAAAAAD4k/KcYDV2iXmvM/s320/DSC_0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542095118688229906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6I15Lh7I/AAAAAAAAD4c/f2p1VZXf1Kc/s1600/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6I15Lh7I/AAAAAAAAD4c/f2p1VZXf1Kc/s320/DSC_0784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542095108780558258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did not understand why this was not very safe, therefore not allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6h8mH9hI/AAAAAAAAD4s/tE0FdTTxsGI/s1600/DSC_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6h8mH9hI/AAAAAAAAD4s/tE0FdTTxsGI/s320/DSC_0801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542095540076410386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as our evening was coming to an end, poor Bethany caught a melted marshmellow in her hair!!!  She may or may not have it in her hair for the rest of her life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6-UyFcHI/AAAAAAAAD40/p_R9ZeH3uDc/s1600/DSC_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOl6-UyFcHI/AAAAAAAAD40/p_R9ZeH3uDc/s320/DSC_0804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542096027605364850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed to have good friends to have fun with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1612356463148311093?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1612356463148311093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1612356463148311093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1612356463148311093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1612356463148311093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fun-and-friends.html' title='Fall Fun and Friends!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlyFerhj9I/AAAAAAAAD1g/-W19FtnTYSw/s72-c/DSC_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7814013701012680334</id><published>2010-10-29T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:20:42.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Tracks Walk-a-Thon</title><content type='html'>Chloe's school had their annual fundraiser, and it was so much fun.  This is our first year at this school, and I was excited to be a part of the planning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic objective was to walk as many laps as you can in 30 minutes (45 minutes for the older kids) and get pledges per lap for your school.  In addition to walking, there was a DJ, and a pumpkin patch for the kids to enjoy.  K was there to walk with Chloe, and I was there to help her teachers get the kids ready for the walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chloe before we left for school on Bear Tracks day!  YES....she has more outfits than this one, but this was only the second time she had worn it.  If you remember the NICU Reunion and Smiley Hollow were on the same days.  I hesitated to post this on the blog because it is going to be 3 posts in a row with this outfit on.....yes, I am embarrased!!!    Anyway....here she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlrhw0FmjI/AAAAAAAAD0A/l6kJL20euK8/s1600/DSC_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlrhw0FmjI/AAAAAAAAD0A/l6kJL20euK8/s320/DSC_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542079044239333938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited because her daddy and "Boomer the Bear", the mascot, were both going to be at the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with her friend Addison waiting to begin walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlsGc2Tx-I/AAAAAAAAD0I/g8-d4lgTuZI/s1600/DSC_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlsGc2Tx-I/AAAAAAAAD0I/g8-d4lgTuZI/s320/DSC_0602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542079674535102434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READY....SET.....GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlsd4X0oSI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rnw2XOIrYzY/s1600/DSC_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlsd4X0oSI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rnw2XOIrYzY/s320/DSC_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542080077060415778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after she started walking, she discovered the trick to getting more laps in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOls_gTEkBI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/FLHM38UKQAI/s1600/DSC_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOls_gTEkBI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/FLHM38UKQAI/s320/DSC_0611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542080654713589778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her card marked every time she finished another lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOltVz13vKI/AAAAAAAAD0g/Fb8GotTAEqY/s1600/DSC_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOltVz13vKI/AAAAAAAAD0g/Fb8GotTAEqY/s320/DSC_0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542081037916945570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then decided to pick up the pace so that no one would beat her.  This was a race for the most laps in her mind!  The more laps equals more money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOltxsUHjSI/AAAAAAAAD0o/If6El0P0i4I/s1600/DSC_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOltxsUHjSI/AAAAAAAAD0o/If6El0P0i4I/s320/DSC_0614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542081516932664610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did decide to stop and take a picture with Boomer for me in the middle of one of her laps.  I appreciated this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOluMmOvrtI/AAAAAAAAD0w/r502G2pK8xY/s1600/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOluMmOvrtI/AAAAAAAAD0w/r502G2pK8xY/s320/DSC_0649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542081979155984082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was showing me how many more laps she had left!  The DJ was announcing it on the speaker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOluugY7oPI/AAAAAAAAD04/ddQJZfbuSOQ/s1600/DSC_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOluugY7oPI/AAAAAAAAD04/ddQJZfbuSOQ/s320/DSC_0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542082561703649522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to brag, but Chloe did more laps than everyone in her class.  She did 18 laps.  Yes, some would say it is because her daddy carried her for 2 laps, but I would say it is determination.  She's gonna do whatever she has to do to win....and if that means getting a piggy back ride, so be it!  Just kidding...all the kids did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk-a-thon, it was time to head to the pumpkin patch.  Mrs. Oldfield had the kids sit on the sidewalk so she could collect their cards and we could count their laps.  Here she is with her other friend Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlvywi8bSI/AAAAAAAAD1A/g3mn0jJTszk/s1600/DSC_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlvywi8bSI/AAAAAAAAD1A/g3mn0jJTszk/s320/DSC_0675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542083734271716642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they wait anxiously to enter the pumpkin patch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlwU8kPVPI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/ErcU82oi_yk/s1600/DSC_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlwU8kPVPI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/ErcU82oi_yk/s320/DSC_0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084321613927666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlwUfbaaqI/AAAAAAAAD1I/hDlo24IPPxE/s1600/DSC_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlwUfbaaqI/AAAAAAAAD1I/hDlo24IPPxE/s320/DSC_0681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084313792277154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked out the perfect pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlwtABhvCI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/Az40HwT-oXk/s1600/DSC_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlwtABhvCI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/Az40HwT-oXk/s320/DSC_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084734858935330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a successful fundraiser for her school, and we look forward to Bear Tracks next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7814013701012680334?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7814013701012680334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7814013701012680334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7814013701012680334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7814013701012680334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/11/bear-tracks-walk-thon.html' title='Bear Tracks Walk-a-Thon'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlrhw0FmjI/AAAAAAAAD0A/l6kJL20euK8/s72-c/DSC_0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-5871989206325000865</id><published>2010-10-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:51:39.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley Hollow 2010</title><content type='html'>We are so fortunate to go to a great church.  We love our church.  We are there a lot!  We go on Sunday mornings, Wednesday nights, and almost every other day to exercise!  It is such a great place for the whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I look forward to each year in Smiley Hollow.  It is a fall festival that the church puts on each year.  It is great food, fun activities, and fellowship with all of our friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed straight to Smiley Hollow after the NICU Reunion.  We had already had a fun filled day, but we were ready for more.  As soon as we got there, Chloe spotted the train!  She had to go on the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlkrhpn0pI/AAAAAAAADyI/v0PgRNHgtGU/s1600/DSC_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlkrhpn0pI/AAAAAAAADyI/v0PgRNHgtGU/s320/DSC_0548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542071515386204818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is more fun than playing with sticks while daddy is waiting in line for the pony rides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOllMKi0GAI/AAAAAAAADyQ/bVcYMQwGehU/s1600/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOllMKi0GAI/AAAAAAAADyQ/bVcYMQwGehU/s320/DSC_0555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542072076119316482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOll9FfRz0I/AAAAAAAADyo/1T9MrU9Fpak/s1600/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOll9FfRz0I/AAAAAAAADyo/1T9MrU9Fpak/s320/DSC_0565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542072916575899458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOll70Zd1pI/AAAAAAAADyg/xajdP1WMAOU/s1600/DSC_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOll70Zd1pI/AAAAAAAADyg/xajdP1WMAOU/s320/DSC_0559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542072894808250002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOll7KWftnI/AAAAAAAADyY/_SExryQbbeQ/s1600/DSC_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOll7KWftnI/AAAAAAAADyY/_SExryQbbeQ/s320/DSC_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542072883521500786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way into eat dinner, we stopped to shoot some hoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlmaRwxDiI/AAAAAAAADyw/J4hoCmqEYn8/s1600/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlmaRwxDiI/AAAAAAAADyw/J4hoCmqEYn8/s320/DSC_0566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542073418086682146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into Chloe's best friend, Kinley Rose, on our way to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlnOxTo_MI/AAAAAAAADy4/RrZmaOp4tzc/s1600/DSC_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlnOxTo_MI/AAAAAAAADy4/RrZmaOp4tzc/s320/DSC_0571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542074319907650754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did more playing on the horse than eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloUqbAo0I/AAAAAAAADzY/znqD8AHtuWM/s1600/DSC_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloUqbAo0I/AAAAAAAADzY/znqD8AHtuWM/s320/DSC_0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542075520650355522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloTIHzPCI/AAAAAAAADzQ/Na-ZhLq9zH8/s1600/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloTIHzPCI/AAAAAAAADzQ/Na-ZhLq9zH8/s320/DSC_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542075494263110690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloSFj_uVI/AAAAAAAADzI/mmeA2-AyWQo/s1600/DSC_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloSFj_uVI/AAAAAAAADzI/mmeA2-AyWQo/s320/DSC_0574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542075476396194130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloRfG2vrI/AAAAAAAADzA/6HHU_Zl6q14/s1600/DSC_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOloRfG2vrI/AAAAAAAADzA/6HHU_Zl6q14/s320/DSC_0573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542075466073423538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinley's daddy took them on the train....again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlotF-9OII/AAAAAAAADzg/8cDxNFKrASU/s1600/DSC_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlotF-9OII/AAAAAAAADzg/8cDxNFKrASU/s320/DSC_0580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542075940365744258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the Best Friends waiting to ride a ride together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlpIddPawI/AAAAAAAADzo/k10oGo1ImYg/s1600/DSC_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlpIddPawI/AAAAAAAADzo/k10oGo1ImYg/s320/DSC_0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542076410523249410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I mention that Chloe would have NEVER done this ride without Kinley, but since Kinley was there she thought it was the greatest thing ever!!  How funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlp5EHk72I/AAAAAAAADz4/rgbIagi8ZiU/s1600/DSC_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlp5EHk72I/AAAAAAAADz4/rgbIagi8ZiU/s320/DSC_0588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542077245535088482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlp4X2iIuI/AAAAAAAADzw/6tZgDpiE4VE/s1600/DSC_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlp4X2iIuI/AAAAAAAADzw/6tZgDpiE4VE/s320/DSC_0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542077233652441826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I agree that the best part of the night was listening to Chloe and Kinley have a conversation.  They were really into everything they were talking about.  We could not understand what they were talking about, but the knew.....and it was adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-5871989206325000865?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5871989206325000865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=5871989206325000865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5871989206325000865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/5871989206325000865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/smiley-hollow-2010.html' title='Smiley Hollow 2010'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlkrhpn0pI/AAAAAAAADyI/v0PgRNHgtGU/s72-c/DSC_0548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-6303654553063029934</id><published>2010-10-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:22:28.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICU Reunion 2010</title><content type='html'>A True Blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlSQB5aDBI/AAAAAAAADvg/iDUqgURWZoY/s1600/DSCN0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlSQB5aDBI/AAAAAAAADvg/iDUqgURWZoY/s320/DSCN0156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542051251796708370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just a reminder of what we were celebrating this year at the Centennial NICU Reunion 2010.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlSul2KllI/AAAAAAAADvo/jrTrBg3nalI/s1600/DSC_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlSul2KllI/AAAAAAAADvo/jrTrBg3nalI/s320/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542051776842864210" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years theme was "Aladdin".  If you can remember &lt;a href="http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2009/09/nicu-reunion-2009.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last year, the theme was "Wizard of Oz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in, and getting her back pack, we headed over to the "March of Dimes" table.  At this table, Chloe put her handprint on a sheet of paper, and we wrote her story down next to her hand.  This will be framed, and given as a gift to donors to the "March of Dimes Foundation."  I hope that whomever gets Chloe's handprint will know how truly special she is in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlYt2xsFwI/AAAAAAAADvw/HPb2g3o7z38/s1600/DSC_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlYt2xsFwI/AAAAAAAADvw/HPb2g3o7z38/s320/DSC_0502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058361277388546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to the "Play-Doh" table.  Chloe loved this.  I am pretty sure that there was not one "Play-Doh" accessory that was not on this table for the kids to play with.  She had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlZS_gnztI/AAAAAAAADv4/BmN1bEJsT78/s1600/DSC_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlZS_gnztI/AAAAAAAADv4/BmN1bEJsT78/s320/DSC_0505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542058999276883666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving that area, guess who we ran in to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlZxrlXoBI/AAAAAAAADwA/lXmqm6t1Opc/s1600/DSC_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlZxrlXoBI/AAAAAAAADwA/lXmqm6t1Opc/s320/DSC_0508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542059526504030226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, scary.  He is not quite the Genie that I remember!  Chloe was a bit skeptical too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run-in with Genie, we headed to do another handprint on a canvas tile.  Chloe picked out orange because it matched her dress.  How much do I love that she wants to match!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlbG0z5XlI/AAAAAAAADwQ/kxZOPeI1kWg/s1600/DSC_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlbG0z5XlI/AAAAAAAADwQ/kxZOPeI1kWg/s320/DSC_0510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542060989269761618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlbgSUsEQI/AAAAAAAADwY/v5JRmZnuDcA/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlbgSUsEQI/AAAAAAAADwY/v5JRmZnuDcA/s320/DSC_0512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542061426688659714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlclGsXOaI/AAAAAAAADwg/2PK2iJklQiw/s1600/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlclGsXOaI/AAAAAAAADwg/2PK2iJklQiw/s320/DSC_0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542062608977705378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlc5U5npcI/AAAAAAAADwo/733__GsWIIE/s1600/DSC_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlc5U5npcI/AAAAAAAADwo/733__GsWIIE/s320/DSC_0515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542062956388787650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was finished there, we headed to a couple of photo opportunities!  Not with freaky Genie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOld_gadRzI/AAAAAAAADxA/L3PiI2FwuyI/s1600/DSC_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOld_gadRzI/AAAAAAAADxA/L3PiI2FwuyI/s320/DSC_0519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542064162070153010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOld8nknSAI/AAAAAAAADw4/5AvpysSHctk/s1600/DSC_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOld8nknSAI/AAAAAAAADw4/5AvpysSHctk/s320/DSC_0518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542064112452192258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOld7uz2pyI/AAAAAAAADww/90-VbKpwFPA/s1600/DSC_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOld7uz2pyI/AAAAAAAADww/90-VbKpwFPA/s320/DSC_0517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542064097215293218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a magician next to us that had a bunny and a bird that Chloe got a kick out of.  I did not think that she would want to touch them, but I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOle1EpHleI/AAAAAAAADxQ/lb-ZM7jZwgo/s1600/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOle1EpHleI/AAAAAAAADxQ/lb-ZM7jZwgo/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542065082328389090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOle0afw-2I/AAAAAAAADxI/83xWe8Y5XJ0/s1600/DSC_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOle0afw-2I/AAAAAAAADxI/83xWe8Y5XJ0/s320/DSC_0523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542065071014869858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stood in line for a LONG time waiting for This Guy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlfTiqzo0I/AAAAAAAADxY/QN2kMevcdp4/s1600/DSC_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlfTiqzo0I/AAAAAAAADxY/QN2kMevcdp4/s320/DSC_0531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542065605784609602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe ended up with a Princess Jasmine balloon, after changing her ming approximately 274 times while we were in line.  Yes, we were in line THAT LONG!  But she was happy, so I was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlf4gu0OAI/AAAAAAAADxg/kcE-8Rb_jI4/s1600/DSC_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlf4gu0OAI/AAAAAAAADxg/kcE-8Rb_jI4/s320/DSC_0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542066240919713794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How convenient that we happened to run into Jasmine and Aladdin on our way out!  Again, not the Jasmine and Aladdin that I remember.  And Chloe said the same thing.  Remember, we had just gotten back from Disneyworld!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlgrAsdlQI/AAAAAAAADxo/1KvmsP9fzxY/s1600/DSC_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlgrAsdlQI/AAAAAAAADxo/1KvmsP9fzxY/s320/DSC_0538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542067108493235458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not have left the NICU reunion without taking a picture with Raja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlhcau5CDI/AAAAAAAADxw/eRQ3NV6YhBI/s1600/DSC_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlhcau5CDI/AAAAAAAADxw/eRQ3NV6YhBI/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542067957296334898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that we ran into Angela, one of Chloe's NICU nurses.  We saw her last year too.  Look how much Chloe has grown since last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOliAkvoQeI/AAAAAAAADx4/wUKGW6uBsvw/s1600/DSC_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOliAkvoQeI/AAAAAAAADx4/wUKGW6uBsvw/s320/DSC_0711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542068578459075042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOliUUX71lI/AAAAAAAADyA/OmpIck_wHzE/s1600/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOliUUX71lI/AAAAAAAADyA/OmpIck_wHzE/s320/DSC_0546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542068917662111314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very thankful for the Centennial NICU, and Angela!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-6303654553063029934?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6303654553063029934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=6303654553063029934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6303654553063029934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6303654553063029934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/nicu-reunion-2010.html' title='NICU Reunion 2010'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlSQB5aDBI/AAAAAAAADvg/iDUqgURWZoY/s72-c/DSCN0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1850253384743451918</id><published>2010-10-15T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T09:05:27.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation Celebration 2010</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned how much I love Chloe's school?  If not, I LOVE her school.  Each year they put on a "Generation Celebration" and each grade in the lower school sings songs from a different decade.  Chloe's grade sang songs from the 1920's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlOG-sFR7I/AAAAAAAADvI/xobjaQm6F8E/s1600/DSC_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlOG-sFR7I/AAAAAAAADvI/xobjaQm6F8E/s320/DSC_0482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542046698270181298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlOGTYionI/AAAAAAAADvA/IO2lUgE16Rc/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlOGTYionI/AAAAAAAADvA/IO2lUgE16Rc/s320/DSC_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542046686645494386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs that K3 sang were "Take Me Out to the Ballgame", "School Days", and "Grand Ole Flag".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to bring her to school dressed in blue jeans and a baseball hat.  The school was going to provide a shirt for the kids to wear.  Little did I know that the shirt was going to be red!  Chloe was all decked out in her skinny jeans, her Uggs, and a pink camo "Buck" hat.  I wrote about this "Buck" hat in a previous post.  Needless to say, she looked ADORABLE, until the teacher handed her the red shirt that clashed with her pink hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlQX1Q1ZbI/AAAAAAAADvY/YU_DWju0Ong/s1600/DSC_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlQX1Q1ZbI/AAAAAAAADvY/YU_DWju0Ong/s320/DSC_0490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542049186821006770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlQXhhiGXI/AAAAAAAADvQ/zRT6YaliYek/s1600/DSC_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlQXhhiGXI/AAAAAAAADvQ/zRT6YaliYek/s320/DSC_0488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542049181522336114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was Front Row, Center!  I wouldn't expect anything less, BUT it would have been nice if the music teacher would have moved the music stand, it kind of got in the way!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to many more "Generation Celebrations" with my baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1850253384743451918?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1850253384743451918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1850253384743451918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1850253384743451918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1850253384743451918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/generation-celebration-2010.html' title='Generation Celebration 2010'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TOlOG-sFR7I/AAAAAAAADvI/xobjaQm6F8E/s72-c/DSC_0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-179268808627353182</id><published>2010-10-07T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:56:13.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's 4th Disneyworld Trip!</title><content type='html'>I will definitely be posting more in depth day-by-day posts, but for now, here is a slideshow of our fun family vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150295019410565" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150295019410565" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K put this slideshow together, as always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-179268808627353182?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/179268808627353182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=179268808627353182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/179268808627353182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/179268808627353182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/10/chloes-4th-disneyworld-trip.html' title='Chloe&apos;s 4th Disneyworld Trip!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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-4968466447422833254.post-1277572176111028700</id><published>2010-09-25T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:03:13.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Chloe</title><content type='html'>Well...we took Chloe out to her lake that PawPaw is digging for her.  She loved it.  She would have stayed all day if she could have.  Here she is with PawPaw moving some rocks around to make a stone entrance.  She learned how to work the Bobcat, and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5A8VmSXCI/AAAAAAAADtY/49OX61xisak/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5A8VmSXCI/AAAAAAAADtY/49OX61xisak/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520921598536866850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5A7_KCuoI/AAAAAAAADtQ/QVuv2IPPI4w/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5A7_KCuoI/AAAAAAAADtQ/QVuv2IPPI4w/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520921592512821890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then K and Chloe went to sit on the big pile of rocks which will some say be her stone entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5BiF0Dc7I/AAAAAAAADtg/Fxg8XQOYFrI/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5BiF0Dc7I/AAAAAAAADtg/Fxg8XQOYFrI/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520922247134671794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering where in the world I am talking about, it is some land in Gallatin that will be our future home.  I don't know when, but one day we are planning on building our home right in front of "Lake Chloe" on this beautiful 13 acres.  Here is the "Lake" now.  It covers about 1 acre of the property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5CaM4LzGI/AAAAAAAADto/UZgJCv_vnSY/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5CaM4LzGI/AAAAAAAADto/UZgJCv_vnSY/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520923211103718498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the waterfall at the top of the Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5C_IJfqxI/AAAAAAAADtw/VGSSG6qTpAU/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5C_IJfqxI/AAAAAAAADtw/VGSSG6qTpAU/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520923845489306386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Chloe just playing, and having a ball.  I think she will love it out here one day.  For now, it is a great place to come and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5D0eDrWHI/AAAAAAAADuA/PUiLEkScvsI/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5D0eDrWHI/AAAAAAAADuA/PUiLEkScvsI/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520924761903552626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5DzhryJjI/AAAAAAAADt4/-Yg3YZoDnRY/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5DzhryJjI/AAAAAAAADt4/-Yg3YZoDnRY/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520924745697207858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then her and K went hand in hand around her Lake to see the waterfall up close.  I told K that this would be a perfect running track for me.  If I ever decide to run....which I will.  I have to.  And being out running where nobody can see me jiggle is more appealing than running with a bunch of others at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5EjkcDKeI/AAAAAAAADuI/Qyzr78OKs_I/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5EjkcDKeI/AAAAAAAADuI/Qyzr78OKs_I/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520925571070241250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Chloe and her "husband" sitting at the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5FQd28p0I/AAAAAAAADuY/vHoWSDDAMGM/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5FQd28p0I/AAAAAAAADuY/vHoWSDDAMGM/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520926342398125890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5FQF_62wI/AAAAAAAADuQ/VqYIBrg81vw/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5FQF_62wI/AAAAAAAADuQ/VqYIBrg81vw/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520926335993305858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5F33omSaI/AAAAAAAADuo/Phl7HnZiDZI/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5F33omSaI/AAAAAAAADuo/Phl7HnZiDZI/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520927019332159906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5F3hQnsJI/AAAAAAAADug/uEVkI1EvU1Y/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5F3hQnsJI/AAAAAAAADug/uEVkI1EvU1Y/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520927013326008466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe found some big rocks that she thought looked like animals.  She said there was a turtle rock, elephant rock, dinosaur rock, and a crocodile rock.  Here she is sitting on the elephant rock...and NO, you cannot see what it looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5Go3C1w4I/AAAAAAAADuw/zlkNye2xdco/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5Go3C1w4I/AAAAAAAADuw/zlkNye2xdco/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520927860987380610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left Chloe wanted to go to the middle of her Lake to spend some alone time with her puppy.  Here she is just thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5HLSPdckI/AAAAAAAADu4/jXLY2AGX_y4/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5HLSPdckI/AAAAAAAADu4/jXLY2AGX_y4/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520928452403622466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have been thinking of all the fun she is going to have out here this Fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1277572176111028700?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1277572176111028700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1277572176111028700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1277572176111028700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1277572176111028700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/09/lake-chloe.html' title='Lake Chloe'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ5A8VmSXCI/AAAAAAAADtY/49OX61xisak/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3987282005092589823</id><published>2010-09-22T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:29:26.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat's Off to Davidson Academy!</title><content type='html'>Well...the school year has started off with a bang!  K and I have been so pleased with Davidson Academy, and all of the things that Chloe has learned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dor example, after the first full week of school Chloe came home with a picture she had colored of Adam and Eve.  I said, "Chloe, what is this?"  And she was a serious as she could have been and said, "OH MOM....I need to tell you about a man named Adam, and a woman named Eve."  I was SO impressed, and she went on and told me the story.  I just never knew what a blessing sending her to that school would be, but it has better than anything that we could have dreamed of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week Chloe had HAT DAY.  And it did not take her long to decide that she was going to wear her "Buck Hat."  She calls it her Buck Hat because if you watch "The United States of Tara" there is a character named "Buck" that would wear a similar hat.  Anyway....if you watch that show, please know that WE DO NOT let Chloe watch it, but she heard us call her Buck one day when she had it on, and that is where the hat got its name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...she wore her "Buck Hat" and I should say that she looked WAY cuter than Buck.  She wanted to take pictures, as always.   Here is a picture of her ready to go to "Davidson Academy High School", as she calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ4_N-mKA-I/AAAAAAAADtI/Nk1AUif7_-g/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ4_N-mKA-I/AAAAAAAADtI/Nk1AUif7_-g/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520919702576694242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I picked her up from school, she was still proudly sporting her "Buck Hat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3987282005092589823?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3987282005092589823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3987282005092589823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3987282005092589823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3987282005092589823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/09/hats-off-to-davidson-academy.html' title='Hat&apos;s Off to Davidson Academy!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TJ4_N-mKA-I/AAAAAAAADtI/Nk1AUif7_-g/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-9190884230897327987</id><published>2010-08-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:40:21.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Kenny!</title><content type='html'>K is an old man now!  Not really, but since I am still a young, vibrant, twentysomething I am just giving him a hard time.  Guess who came to visit him on his birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6NdW7dg4I/AAAAAAAADrw/mlY1ZnPFtL0/s1600/DSC_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6NdW7dg4I/AAAAAAAADrw/mlY1ZnPFtL0/s320/DSC_0630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507494929831396226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe thought that it would be a "Great" idea to dress up like a princess on her daddy's birthday.  As opposed to any other day when she dresses like a princess.  I am not even going to tell you how many days a week she wears this dress at home.  Okay, I will.  Seven.  Yep, seven.  And sometimes she will change things up a bit, and wear a purple dress that she calls her "Jasmine Dress", but she always goes back to "Ole Faithful".  Cinderella!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, Cinderella thought that it would be appropriate to take this picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6O3YYhyBI/AAAAAAAADr4/GUQufTlurNY/s1600/DSC_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6O3YYhyBI/AAAAAAAADr4/GUQufTlurNY/s320/DSC_0633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507496476409972754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it wasn't just her first day of school I looked large.  Something has happened to my whole body, and I am just gonna call it unemployment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Birthday.  He turned 30.  We did nothing.  Pretty low-key day, and it was nice.  That night we went out to dinner.  It was raining so K dropped us off at the front door, and Chloe ran right in and wanted to pose for pictures!  Funny Girl.  So I took some of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6Ptq9uaLI/AAAAAAAADsI/1Wr4aUd-ve4/s1600/DSC_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6Ptq9uaLI/AAAAAAAADsI/1Wr4aUd-ve4/s320/DSC_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507497409110763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6PtcYUW0I/AAAAAAAADsA/cPfnOg3Qfs4/s1600/DSC_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6PtcYUW0I/AAAAAAAADsA/cPfnOg3Qfs4/s320/DSC_0636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507497405195770690" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;Then K got it on the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6QVPvkozI/AAAAAAAADsQ/jy_EvwUiDgI/s1600/DSC_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6QVPvkozI/AAAAAAAADsQ/jy_EvwUiDgI/s320/DSC_0644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507498088998413106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just see the excitement on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate then the cake came.  Not just any cake.  K specifically requested a Cotton Candy ice cream cake from Maggie Moo's.  He got it.  Everyone ate it but me.  I am just not a huge fan of SUPER SWEET cotton candy like flavors, but he sure it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6RHvXX12I/AAAAAAAADsY/MlS4iVT1lEs/s1600/DSC_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6RHvXX12I/AAAAAAAADsY/MlS4iVT1lEs/s320/DSC_0652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507498956480304994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness he had a helper to blow out the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6Rm8wm2fI/AAAAAAAADsg/KO2OuPST0hE/s1600/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6Rm8wm2fI/AAAAAAAADsg/KO2OuPST0hE/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507499492651751922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like she liked the blue cake too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6SoKSzIgI/AAAAAAAADso/2RX9m0b9N44/s1600/DSC_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6SoKSzIgI/AAAAAAAADso/2RX9m0b9N44/s320/DSC_0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507500612976321026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As did the Birthday Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6TAKO8fDI/AAAAAAAADsw/N7aa5herFno/s1600/DSC_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6TAKO8fDI/AAAAAAAADsw/N7aa5herFno/s320/DSC_0656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507501025277017138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We posed for one last picture before we headed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6Ta1-pH-I/AAAAAAAADs4/-K-xamnDpOA/s1600/DSC_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6Ta1-pH-I/AAAAAAAADs4/-K-xamnDpOA/s320/DSC_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507501483696398306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday K.  We love you!  Hope you had a fantastic day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-9190884230897327987?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/9190884230897327987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=9190884230897327987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9190884230897327987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9190884230897327987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-30th-kenny.html' title='Happy 30th Kenny!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TG6NdW7dg4I/AAAAAAAADrw/mlY1ZnPFtL0/s72-c/DSC_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-240478466970409016</id><published>2010-08-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:41:18.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>Chloe started Pre-K this year and she is so excited. I thought that this may be an adjustment for her because she was starting some place new, and she was going to have to make new friends and meet new teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. She loves it. She loves everything about her new school. She loves her teachers most of all. She was SO excited to go that I had no problem getting her up and out the door in record time! Before we left for her first day of school she wanted to pose for some pictures outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvm66hOC1I/AAAAAAAADrA/MMjAdYdHWgE/s1600/DSC_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506748869205953362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvm66hOC1I/AAAAAAAADrA/MMjAdYdHWgE/s320/DSC_0611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvm6QgCMaI/AAAAAAAADq4/2ofuAWxVr9c/s1600/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506748857926693282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvm6QgCMaI/AAAAAAAADq4/2ofuAWxVr9c/s320/DSC_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if she was more excited to go to her new school that has Art Class, Spanish Class, Chapel, Library, Music Class, Gym Class, and many others, of if she was more excited to get to carry her lunchbox.  You see, she has never carried a lunchbox because she always a provided lunch at daycare, so this is new to her.  I asked her what she wanted me to pack for her first day of school and she said, "Ummmmm, I think.....I think.....prolly (probably) I will have a jelly sandwich and goldfish."  So guess what?  She got it.  Baby wants lemons, baby gets lemons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was moving SO fast to get to Mrs. Oldfields class that it took some bribing for me to get some pictures of her when we finally got to her school, but she gave in!  Here she is outside of DA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvosctBSkI/AAAAAAAADrQ/BL9Tw_UUaNw/s1600/DSC_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvosctBSkI/AAAAAAAADrQ/BL9Tw_UUaNw/s320/DSC_0620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506750819707472450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvosP29MjI/AAAAAAAADrI/tX6AlIJp5sk/s1600/DSC_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvosP29MjI/AAAAAAAADrI/tX6AlIJp5sk/s320/DSC_0619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506750816259486258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends were getting there the same time we were and we snapped each others pictures.  And yes, I know I look about 475 pounds with flat hair in this picture.  I have no idea what was going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvpSteJZ-I/AAAAAAAADrY/jVNszokcuU8/s1600/DSC_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvpSteJZ-I/AAAAAAAADrY/jVNszokcuU8/s320/DSC_0623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506751477043521506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I starved myself the rest of the day!  We then moved on to Mrs. Oldfields classroom where she let me take her picture again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvp5e1sCOI/AAAAAAAADrg/_Kz3wB2ZaZ0/s1600/DSC_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvp5e1sCOI/AAAAAAAADrg/_Kz3wB2ZaZ0/s320/DSC_0625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506752143130626274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her puppy with her.  Her puppy stays at school all week and she gets to bring him home on Friday.  She came home and said, "Mommy, puppy just misses me so much!"  She is so cute.  This is the FIRST TIME EVER that she has gone to school/daycare WITHOUT her Dora pillow.  For those of you that know us, her Dora pillow is her security blanket and she never sleeps without it.  I thought that it was going to be major drama, but it wasn't.  Does this mean that she is growing up?  Surely not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walked into class she didn't hesitate!  She got out the toys and had a great time.  But, she wanted to take my picture before I walked out of her room trying to compose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvrAk5qlGI/AAAAAAAADro/tSSh2zlGaw8/s1600/DSC_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvrAk5qlGI/AAAAAAAADro/tSSh2zlGaw8/s320/DSC_0628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506753364528632930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that smile right there is what makes me know that my choice to put her in this Pre-K program was the right one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked her up from school she said, "Ummmmmm......Mom, I think I will prolly have tomato soup in my lunch tomorrow!"  And guess what?  She got it!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-240478466970409016?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/240478466970409016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=240478466970409016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/240478466970409016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/240478466970409016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGvm66hOC1I/AAAAAAAADrA/MMjAdYdHWgE/s72-c/DSC_0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-8201067847470274055</id><published>2010-08-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:39:39.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, we decided to be spontaneous one Sunday morning. We wanted to do something fun with Chloe. I have been SO down in the dumps lately because of my job loss that it was nice to wake up and go have fun with my two favorite people. Where did we go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs378a9_NI/AAAAAAAADoY/tXnx2kKblWw/s1600/DSC_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506556472361614546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs378a9_NI/AAAAAAAADoY/tXnx2kKblWw/s320/DSC_0524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope, not Sewanee, but we did stop there to take a picture for Uncle Patrick! I thought he may appreciate this. Sewanee was on our way, but not our final destination. After our short stop for a photo we got back in the car and headed to ROCK CITY!! Here is the princess as we arrived at Rock City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs7GqAasaI/AAAAAAAADog/2pzJC9l2irI/s1600/DSC_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506559954931855778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs7GqAasaI/AAAAAAAADog/2pzJC9l2irI/s320/DSC_0530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we entered Rock City she was determined that she was going to hold her "husbands" hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs7r59NK0I/AAAAAAAADoo/E9DpDPXKDIY/s1600/DSC_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560594868513602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs7r59NK0I/AAAAAAAADoo/E9DpDPXKDIY/s320/DSC_0538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you were wondering, YES....Chloe and K did get married.....in her fantasy world! Speaking of, here are the lovebirds now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs8VAWS0aI/AAAAAAAADow/HsxFqtL9hi8/s1600/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506561300958990754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs8VAWS0aI/AAAAAAAADow/HsxFqtL9hi8/s320/DSC_0555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tell you what, Chloe loves her daddy. I have never in my life seen anything like it. In fact, I am not sure what he is going to do when she actually has a boyfriend. He is loving being her knight and shining armor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we look so cure in the See Rock City photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs9kQXAGAI/AAAAAAAADo4/eCDSFAqaVsg/s1600/DSC_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506562662466590722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs9kQXAGAI/AAAAAAAADo4/eCDSFAqaVsg/s320/DSC_0556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs-sulRV7I/AAAAAAAADpI/o6mhD_YKIWE/s1600/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506563907530086322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs-sulRV7I/AAAAAAAADpI/o6mhD_YKIWE/s320/DSC_0557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have failed to mention how miserable hot it was outside. I mean....it was MISERABLE. Let me just say that I had sweat dripping in every single spot on my body. MISERABLE. But nothing was going to stop us from having fun. But it was time to re-hydrate. With Diet Mountain Dew. Because everyone knows that nothing quenches your thirst like carbonated, caffeinated beverages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs_u80aVqI/AAAAAAAADpQ/fJuLAmP_vNw/s1600/DSC_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506565045223052962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs_u80aVqI/AAAAAAAADpQ/fJuLAmP_vNw/s320/DSC_0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for those of you who think I am a bad parent for giving her Diet Mountain Dew, oh well. Sorry! She like to enjoy the occassional taste of the greatest pleasure in all of beverage history! Actually that would be Diet Coke, but for this day it was Mountain Dew. Anyway, next up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtHi2xB4-I/AAAAAAAADqw/cYcwpni06gM/s1600/DSC_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573633532847074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtHi2xB4-I/AAAAAAAADqw/cYcwpni06gM/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a GOOD thing that we chose the Diet drink, because I can honestly say that I do not know how some people fit throught there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to some waterfalls that were pretty K got to kiss the bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCHyucwHI/AAAAAAAADpw/R1lRbF5aTOw/s1600/DSC_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506567671033675890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCHyucwHI/AAAAAAAADpw/R1lRbF5aTOw/s320/DSC_0570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCHhc3jWI/AAAAAAAADpo/_AT71b9WGBg/s1600/DSC_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506567666396532066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCHhc3jWI/AAAAAAAADpo/_AT71b9WGBg/s320/DSC_0569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCHTA0CkI/AAAAAAAADpg/T0o9zzFf5vE/s1600/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506567662520764994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCHTA0CkI/AAAAAAAADpg/T0o9zzFf5vE/s320/DSC_0565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we finally made it into a COOL cave where Chloe got to play in some water. I could have spent the rest of the day here because it was so cool! I actually stopped sweating and panting like a dog for 15 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCuRDKcoI/AAAAAAAADp4/RXhJ3kl8xTk/s1600/DSC_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506568332008649346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtCuRDKcoI/AAAAAAAADp4/RXhJ3kl8xTk/s320/DSC_0574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting part of Rock City (besides the cold cave) was Fairyland Caverns. Chloe LOVED this part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtDUEJPwaI/AAAAAAAADqA/kGMeQeLE7vc/s1600/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506568981379531170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtDUEJPwaI/AAAAAAAADqA/kGMeQeLE7vc/s320/DSC_0577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the gnomes were a hit too, except she thought they were trolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtDxSH7HOI/AAAAAAAADqI/DL9hXDcSnMI/s1600/DSC_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506569483348286690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtDxSH7HOI/AAAAAAAADqI/DL9hXDcSnMI/s320/DSC_0579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We promised her some "diamonds" before we left Rock City, so here she is picking out her GORGEOUS diamonds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtENWnjFCI/AAAAAAAADqQ/9BNlldmVOvE/s1600/DSC_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506569965591008290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtENWnjFCI/AAAAAAAADqQ/9BNlldmVOvE/s320/DSC_0581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out trip was not over yet though, because we were headed to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtFFCYtVTI/AAAAAAAADqY/qtuEgE7yGvg/s1600/DSC_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506570922232730930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtFFCYtVTI/AAAAAAAADqY/qtuEgE7yGvg/s320/DSC_0587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What we did not know is that Ruby Falls is now a guided tour so we were in a group of people the entire time. But Chloe still had fun, and I was just concerned the enture time that she was going to pee in her pants! When we got inside the cave it was announced that there would be NO bathrooms until we were back at the beginning and that the guided tour was an hour long. I really did not have a plan as to what I was going to do when she said "I need to go potty, Mommy!" In fact, she did say this as soon as the guide made the announcement, but K and I ignored her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the "falls" at Ruby Falls! You cannot really see them, but they are behind us, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtGXquWClI/AAAAAAAADqo/uYrjJZ3f8CQ/s1600/DSC_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572341810170450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtGXquWClI/AAAAAAAADqo/uYrjJZ3f8CQ/s320/DSC_0591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtGXQ2tA_I/AAAAAAAADqg/-PZeVZDAfV4/s1600/DSC_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572334865908722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGtGXQ2tA_I/AAAAAAAADqg/-PZeVZDAfV4/s320/DSC_0596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were exhausted when we were done, but glad that we made the memories! We headed back home, and Chloe still loves her diamonds from Rock City!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-8201067847470274055?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8201067847470274055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=8201067847470274055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8201067847470274055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8201067847470274055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/08/road-trip_01.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TGs378a9_NI/AAAAAAAADoY/tXnx2kKblWw/s72-c/DSC_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-613805287591677277</id><published>2010-07-05T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:59:15.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>As Promised.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MxfdgHAnfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-MxfdgHAnfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a doll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-613805287591677277?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/613805287591677277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=613805287591677277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/613805287591677277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/613805287591677277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/07/chloes-dance-recital.html' title='Chloe&apos;s Dance Recital'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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-4968466447422833254.post-4240029131897181299</id><published>2010-07-05T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:15:37.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountains at "The Streets"</title><content type='html'>We have a great little shopping center in Hendersonville that we just love to spend time at.  One of the best things about it is the Fountains that are in the center!  So many kids gather there each day to play and play!  It is such a great town we live in, and I really love raising Chloe here!  Here is some pictures of Chloe having the time of her life at the Fountains!  She is one happy little girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJs7oZe7I/AAAAAAAADoI/XB4mPjUBNu4/s1600/DSC_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJs7oZe7I/AAAAAAAADoI/XB4mPjUBNu4/s320/DSC_0566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497568806406028210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJiiP78LI/AAAAAAAADoA/SImgfAsU-cA/s1600/DSC_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJiiP78LI/AAAAAAAADoA/SImgfAsU-cA/s320/DSC_0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497568627793850546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJbbmlUKI/AAAAAAAADn4/cFugcurZCdI/s1600/DSC_0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJbbmlUKI/AAAAAAAADn4/cFugcurZCdI/s320/DSC_0538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497568505750704290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJU6PCSuI/AAAAAAAADnw/oQVtXCKKXbY/s1600/DSC_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJU6PCSuI/AAAAAAAADnw/oQVtXCKKXbY/s320/DSC_0529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497568393714354914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having such a great summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4240029131897181299?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4240029131897181299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4240029131897181299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4240029131897181299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4240029131897181299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/07/fountains-at-streets.html' title='Fountains at &quot;The Streets&quot;'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtJs7oZe7I/AAAAAAAADoI/XB4mPjUBNu4/s72-c/DSC_0566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1225493663214680188</id><published>2010-07-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:07:45.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday America!</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!  We have had such a fun, and busy weekend!  This morning Chloe got to wear her patriotic dress to church and she wanted to go outside before church and get some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtBtQc9fuI/AAAAAAAADlI/VqD0d-jqJ5I/s1600/DSC_0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtBtQc9fuI/AAAAAAAADlI/VqD0d-jqJ5I/s320/DSC_0400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497560015902179042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time at the pool and just resting at home the rest of the day.  That night we had some friends over, and grilled out.  Chloe and Annalee got to make their own ice cream sundaes and they loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtCPG9OBhI/AAAAAAAADlQ/J_DdWTfW5qI/s1600/DSC_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtCPG9OBhI/AAAAAAAADlQ/J_DdWTfW5qI/s320/DSC_0404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497560597468677650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtCbDv0ygI/AAAAAAAADlY/yjTkvuTD4pw/s1600/DSC_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtCbDv0ygI/AAAAAAAADlY/yjTkvuTD4pw/s320/DSC_0402.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497560802765621762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtCiARUoPI/AAAAAAAADlg/66wsnWpHbNk/s1600/DSC_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtCiARUoPI/AAAAAAAADlg/66wsnWpHbNk/s320/DSC_0406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497560922091462898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner and ice cream sundaes we headed outside to do an American tradition.....FIREWORKS!!  Obviously, Chloe was very excited.  Her and Annalee waited patiently for their stuff to be ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtDOfAIKsI/AAAAAAAADlw/WR6_G2StUDg/s1600/DSC_0412+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtDOfAIKsI/AAAAAAAADlw/WR6_G2StUDg/s320/DSC_0412+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497561686255086274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtDN7HKXhI/AAAAAAAADlo/NheR9zflsOI/s1600/DSC_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtDN7HKXhI/AAAAAAAADlo/NheR9zflsOI/s320/DSC_0408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497561676620914194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Lesley watched and enjoyed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtDfjD0YEI/AAAAAAAADl4/eVgEu135AEQ/s1600/DSC_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtDfjD0YEI/AAAAAAAADl4/eVgEu135AEQ/s320/DSC_0414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497561979402084418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......HERE THEY GO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtEvDME38I/AAAAAAAADmQ/9EJ_R7Rkn8E/s1600/DSC_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtEvDME38I/AAAAAAAADmQ/9EJ_R7Rkn8E/s320/DSC_0430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497563345236320194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtEh4jfr5I/AAAAAAAADmI/0HVae0J1MLc/s1600/DSC_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtEh4jfr5I/AAAAAAAADmI/0HVae0J1MLc/s320/DSC_0421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497563119043456914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtEd7sbmWI/AAAAAAAADmA/8AjyNQmR9f4/s1600/DSC_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtEd7sbmWI/AAAAAAAADmA/8AjyNQmR9f4/s320/DSC_0423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497563051166767458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is K with his Roman Candles!  He is always going to be a kid at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtFDTJ38eI/AAAAAAAADmY/BiZnGMSWWXM/s1600/DSC_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtFDTJ38eI/AAAAAAAADmY/BiZnGMSWWXM/s320/DSC_0433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497563693119435234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe also discovered her love for the Snap Pops....do you think she looks excited??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtFodxsLUI/AAAAAAAADmo/aJpPYD5LAVg/s1600/DSC_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtFodxsLUI/AAAAAAAADmo/aJpPYD5LAVg/s320/DSC_0448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497564331625950530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtFoHzmyEI/AAAAAAAADmg/HLAsLPI0Aes/s1600/DSC_0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtFoHzmyEI/AAAAAAAADmg/HLAsLPI0Aes/s320/DSC_0447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497564325728405570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she looks so funny in that picture!!  She was having SO MUCH FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "Men" getting ready for the big fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtGERjlq_I/AAAAAAAADmw/xNLeJ3czkik/s1600/DSC_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtGERjlq_I/AAAAAAAADmw/xNLeJ3czkik/s320/DSC_0458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497564809381915634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they would run away and watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtGRsWXaWI/AAAAAAAADm4/vWKeqegn6JM/s1600/DSC_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtGRsWXaWI/AAAAAAAADm4/vWKeqegn6JM/s320/DSC_0455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497565039912511842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls clapping for their daddy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtGxXPsxpI/AAAAAAAADnA/FbfnXStvqEY/s1600/DSC_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtGxXPsxpI/AAAAAAAADnA/FbfnXStvqEY/s320/DSC_0500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497565584003221138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the crazy girls wanted to make funny faces!  I just love watching these best friends together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtHCVNuMoI/AAAAAAAADnI/QB_z5XQgXyY/s1600/DSC_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtHCVNuMoI/AAAAAAAADnI/QB_z5XQgXyY/s320/DSC_0502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497565875515830914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Chloe and Annalee will always be Best Friends?  They sure do have fun with one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtHawuio-I/AAAAAAAADnQ/sVcCD0o_-o8/s1600/DSC_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtHawuio-I/AAAAAAAADnQ/sVcCD0o_-o8/s320/DSC_0513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497566295218103266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtHndhg-1I/AAAAAAAADnY/8sIILGICWlE/s1600/DSC_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtHndhg-1I/AAAAAAAADnY/8sIILGICWlE/s320/DSC_0519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497566513401494354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is her other Best Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtH5fT6wBI/AAAAAAAADno/-_jk3NXLB1Y/s1600/DSC_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtH5fT6wBI/AAAAAAAADno/-_jk3NXLB1Y/s320/DSC_0517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497566823118979090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtH5I8DPRI/AAAAAAAADng/7BgFXqtrGZo/s1600/DSC_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtH5I8DPRI/AAAAAAAADng/7BgFXqtrGZo/s320/DSC_0522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497566817113292050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Fun 4th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1225493663214680188?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1225493663214680188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1225493663214680188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1225493663214680188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1225493663214680188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday America!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtBtQc9fuI/AAAAAAAADlI/VqD0d-jqJ5I/s72-c/DSC_0400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1221864889419415263</id><published>2010-07-03T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:38:03.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Sparkler</title><content type='html'>Chloe got do do her very own Sparklers this year.  She was so excited about going to the Fireworks tent and buying her own Sparklers.  Here she is SO happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtAF9MJrRI/AAAAAAAADkg/11lqlYZ8Npk/s1600/DSC_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtAF9MJrRI/AAAAAAAADkg/11lqlYZ8Npk/s320/DSC_0378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497558241204874514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtAF7FPwoI/AAAAAAAADkY/c6G8C_zmkTY/s1600/DSC_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtAF7FPwoI/AAAAAAAADkY/c6G8C_zmkTY/s320/DSC_0377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497558240639042178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we got home she did not even want to wait until it got a little bit darker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtA53IB-cI/AAAAAAAADlA/oScTKwhGcLw/s1600/DSC_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtA53IB-cI/AAAAAAAADlA/oScTKwhGcLw/s320/DSC_0393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497559132930177474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtA5gvwAEI/AAAAAAAADk4/0h0Akgi_2bw/s1600/DSC_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtA5gvwAEI/AAAAAAAADk4/0h0Akgi_2bw/s320/DSC_0387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497559126922756162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtA5Wjez0I/AAAAAAAADkw/v9p4yQQMSJI/s1600/DSC_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtA5Wjez0I/AAAAAAAADkw/v9p4yQQMSJI/s320/DSC_0386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497559124186943298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtAk2HUvrI/AAAAAAAADko/CJ9GG4gGb7E/s1600/DSC_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtAk2HUvrI/AAAAAAAADko/CJ9GG4gGb7E/s320/DSC_0383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497558771881524914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a Fireworks-filled weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1221864889419415263?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1221864889419415263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1221864889419415263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1221864889419415263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1221864889419415263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-little-sparkler.html' title='My Little Sparkler'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEtAF9MJrRI/AAAAAAAADkg/11lqlYZ8Npk/s72-c/DSC_0378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4395265181018176891</id><published>2010-07-03T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:31:35.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day at the Pool!</title><content type='html'>We have spent so much time at the pool this summer!  But, I did take a minute to snap a few pictures of Chloe at the pool during the 4th of July Weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs6r3SdM7I/AAAAAAAADjA/wWYAfJvxHsA/s1600/DSC_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs6r3SdM7I/AAAAAAAADjA/wWYAfJvxHsA/s320/DSC_0348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497552295385969586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what K spends most of his time doing while we are at the pool.  He rarely comes with us but when he does he is sleeping or complaining!  I have never met someone that does not like the pool...but WHATEVER!!  I am sure when Chloe is doing flips off the diving board he will  right there with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs8XmKuCaI/AAAAAAAADjI/jFUW85UcTdw/s1600/DSC_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs8XmKuCaI/AAAAAAAADjI/jFUW85UcTdw/s320/DSC_0352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497554146215987618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this sweet face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs8s8cpNeI/AAAAAAAADjQ/zOejl_-5s1Q/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs8s8cpNeI/AAAAAAAADjQ/zOejl_-5s1Q/s320/DSC_0354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497554512974001634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe did decide to go climb up in her chair so that she cpuld lay out with her daddy!  I thought that this was going to last for at least 5 minutes so that I could rest, but I think it lasted more like 5 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs9XgJ08HI/AAAAAAAADjg/LrNOLDTKYFU/s1600/DSC_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs9XgJ08HI/AAAAAAAADjg/LrNOLDTKYFU/s320/DSC_0362.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497555244113260658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The it was time for Chloe to have a tea party with her friends, so that was my time to get some sun!!  Thank goodness for friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs9sRYbFNI/AAAAAAAADjw/_V_c5ko9Qgo/s1600/DSC_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs9sRYbFNI/AAAAAAAADjw/_V_c5ko9Qgo/s320/DSC_0364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497555600925201618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs9r9PvTmI/AAAAAAAADjo/zncm1UkyGfo/s1600/DSC_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs9r9PvTmI/AAAAAAAADjo/zncm1UkyGfo/s320/DSC_0363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497555595520069218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a HUGE water slide set up at the pool and we did not think that Chloe would want to go down, but she saw Miss Sarah and decided that she would let Miss Sarah take her to the top.  K and I thought that Miss Sarah was going to go down with Chloe, but she didn't!  Here is Chloe on her way to the top.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs-RZamTXI/AAAAAAAADj4/KvJVhxlz3Z0/s1600/DSC_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs-RZamTXI/AAAAAAAADj4/KvJVhxlz3Z0/s320/DSC_0371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497556238736969074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here she is right before Miss Sarah gives her a push!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs-lg4aMyI/AAAAAAAADkI/HxUNxiplFO8/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs-lg4aMyI/AAAAAAAADkI/HxUNxiplFO8/s320/DSC_0373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497556584338436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs-lXuEt_I/AAAAAAAADkA/FOk51_5LYuo/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs-lXuEt_I/AAAAAAAADkA/FOk51_5LYuo/s320/DSC_0374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497556581879166962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other pictures of that slide because I thought we were going to have to catch her when she went flying off the side!  Chloe went FLYING and then she got some air!  At one point I am pretty sure she did a back flip.  Needless to day, she was not to interested in going again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how she spent the rest of the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs_PqCEU3I/AAAAAAAADkQ/iHJDNptrHw8/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs_PqCEU3I/AAAAAAAADkQ/iHJDNptrHw8/s320/DSC_0376.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497557308349371250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4395265181018176891?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4395265181018176891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4395265181018176891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4395265181018176891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4395265181018176891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-another-day-at-pool.html' title='Just Another Day at the Pool!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TEs6r3SdM7I/AAAAAAAADjA/wWYAfJvxHsA/s72-c/DSC_0348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3668621309187812905</id><published>2010-07-02T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:24:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Parade</title><content type='html'>I just love Chloe's school!  They have so many fun activities, and I love to go to all of them when I can!  Fortunately, I could go to the parade.  It was so cute.  And, Chloe was so excited because I was going to go to school and the parade with her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the "Red, White, and Blue" parade we were instructed to wear those colors.  Even if we were not told to, Chloe was going to because look how cute her outfit is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIo3yEbVYI/AAAAAAAADhQ/MLJeae5zz2Q/s1600/DSC_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIo3yEbVYI/AAAAAAAADhQ/MLJeae5zz2Q/s320/DSC_0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490495834516313474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped her off that morning so that they could get ready!  When I came back a couple hours later the parking lot was decorated, and the Patriotic music was blaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIrzUxbywI/AAAAAAAADhg/5ID9gNj0hhA/s1600/DSC_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIrzUxbywI/AAAAAAAADhg/5ID9gNj0hhA/s320/DSC_0560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490499056467430146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIpNxRJyaI/AAAAAAAADhY/YvPzgaNoshI/s1600/DSC_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIpNxRJyaI/AAAAAAAADhY/YvPzgaNoshI/s320/DSC_0559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490496212258376098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids started walking out they had their self-decorated hats on, and Chloe was wearing a huge smile. She spotted me and came running to give me a hug and a kiss!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIthMM_9DI/AAAAAAAADho/pHKA2Qux1GA/s1600/DSC_0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIthMM_9DI/AAAAAAAADho/pHKA2Qux1GA/s320/DSC_0565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490500943952737330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the parade started they faced the flag and said the Pledge of Allegiance, and sang the National Anthem.  Let's be real, the teachers really did this, but Chloe did look cute standing there with her hand over her heart...and smiling for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIt7diG_aI/AAAAAAAADhw/9WInL6s9JV4/s1600/DSC_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIt7diG_aI/AAAAAAAADhw/9WInL6s9JV4/s320/DSC_0566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490501395281280418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her and Miss Nikki started marching in the parade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIuPxxQvnI/AAAAAAAADh4/hS7Ru5G_sUk/s1600/DSC_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIuPxxQvnI/AAAAAAAADh4/hS7Ru5G_sUk/s320/DSC_0571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490501744310926962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second lap around I got her to stop in front of the flag and pose for a picture!  This was easy because the flag matched her shirt, and everyone knows that Chloe LOVES a match!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIvws0y1nI/AAAAAAAADiA/U3s3RllhqHU/s1600/DSC_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIvws0y1nI/AAAAAAAADiA/U3s3RllhqHU/s320/DSC_0576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490503409430877810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade she sat on the curb with her friends, and waited patiently for a popsicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIwGd3TxfI/AAAAAAAADiI/2Umd3wrWUGw/s1600/DSC_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIwGd3TxfI/AAAAAAAADiI/2Umd3wrWUGw/s320/DSC_0579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490503783372015090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not crazy about having to wait for her popsicle because at home it seems like she snaps her fingers and K and I tend to her every want and need.  We really need to do something about this, she is like our employer!  But she was all smiles when she did get her popsicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIwlUiac0I/AAAAAAAADiY/umHYfsKKCq8/s1600/DSC_0584+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIwlUiac0I/AAAAAAAADiY/umHYfsKKCq8/s320/DSC_0584+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490504313444397890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIwlDFmOCI/AAAAAAAADiQ/iBGeUyfnSaE/s1600/DSC_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIwlDFmOCI/AAAAAAAADiQ/iBGeUyfnSaE/s320/DSC_0583.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490504308760131618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left I got her picture with Miss Nikki, and Miss Brittany.  She loves her teachers so much!  We are going to miss them when Chloe changes schools in August.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIxGDH-TpI/AAAAAAAADig/SlcoMPo1Aj8/s1600/DSC_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIxGDH-TpI/AAAAAAAADig/SlcoMPo1Aj8/s320/DSC_0588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490504875705781906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is starting off to be a great 4th of July Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3668621309187812905?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3668621309187812905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3668621309187812905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3668621309187812905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3668621309187812905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-parade.html' title='4th of July Parade'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TDIo3yEbVYI/AAAAAAAADhQ/MLJeae5zz2Q/s72-c/DSC_0545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-8422489579788049467</id><published>2010-06-26T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:47:52.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Down in the Heat</title><content type='html'>Chloe knows just how to cool down in the heat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4zNg8bBxI/AAAAAAAADgo/MXCa2D14feA/s1600/DSC_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4zNg8bBxI/AAAAAAAADgo/MXCa2D14feA/s320/DSC_0530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489381303085893394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so miserable and hot here that the pool is not really that comfortable, but someone does not really seem to mind that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4zrye-RUI/AAAAAAAADgw/SBbJJn714Wo/s1600/DSC_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4zrye-RUI/AAAAAAAADgw/SBbJJn714Wo/s320/DSC_0522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489381823190287682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been having so much fin this summer, and I am so happy!  I have really enjoyed the extra time I have had to take her swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC40FNFRRSI/AAAAAAAADhI/SdU0CSlx0Yg/s1600/DSC_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC40FNFRRSI/AAAAAAAADhI/SdU0CSlx0Yg/s320/DSC_0537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489382259826967842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC40Emc-III/AAAAAAAADhA/tm6xWuJSZ-0/s1600/DSC_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC40Emc-III/AAAAAAAADhA/tm6xWuJSZ-0/s320/DSC_0533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489382249457393794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC40EarQIOI/AAAAAAAADg4/0BbVVAxvEZw/s1600/DSC_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC40EarQIOI/AAAAAAAADg4/0BbVVAxvEZw/s320/DSC_0525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489382246296068322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just growing so fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-8422489579788049467?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8422489579788049467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=8422489579788049467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8422489579788049467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8422489579788049467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-down-in-heat.html' title='Cool Down in the Heat'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4zNg8bBxI/AAAAAAAADgo/MXCa2D14feA/s72-c/DSC_0530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4110632885087081649</id><published>2010-06-18T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:39:58.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Party</title><content type='html'>Chloe had a Father's Day party at school that K got to go to!  They made ice cream sundaes.  I think K was so excited about this, but he did not act like he was.  However, I know him well enough to know that these thinks make his heart melt!  He did not take the camera with him, but they made ice cream sundaes and she made him a picture with puzzle pieces that said "I LOVE YOU TO PIECES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning I let Chloe pick her own clothes out, and this is what she picked out!  How fitting, she picked her "Wild About Daddy!" shirt!  Before we left for school she said that she needed to take some pictures for her daddy's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xYXNpZMI/AAAAAAAADgI/m7tEkxTJQ28/s1600/DSC_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xYXNpZMI/AAAAAAAADgI/m7tEkxTJQ28/s320/DSC_0511.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489379290429088962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xX2NpsfI/AAAAAAAADgA/JxX5rK74hdE/s1600/DSC_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xX2NpsfI/AAAAAAAADgA/JxX5rK74hdE/s320/DSC_0509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489379281570738674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xLnu4irI/AAAAAAAADf4/CRtj8s1sfDM/s1600/DSC_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xLnu4irI/AAAAAAAADf4/CRtj8s1sfDM/s320/DSC_0498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489379071525161650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she wanted to blow him kisses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xltnislI/AAAAAAAADgY/9jHFA0snbUQ/s1600/DSC_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xltnislI/AAAAAAAADgY/9jHFA0snbUQ/s320/DSC_0502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489379519781581394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xlIz41gI/AAAAAAAADgQ/UgUzgE16BPM/s1600/DSC_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xlIz41gI/AAAAAAAADgQ/UgUzgE16BPM/s320/DSC_0500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489379509901252098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, she wanted to show who she is WILD ABOUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4yFv6hfdI/AAAAAAAADgg/pRqfJeOKOSI/s1600/DSC_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4yFv6hfdI/AAAAAAAADgg/pRqfJeOKOSI/s320/DSC_0513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489380070153878994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure she loves her daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4110632885087081649?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4110632885087081649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4110632885087081649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4110632885087081649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4110632885087081649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-party.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Party'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4xYXNpZMI/AAAAAAAADgI/m7tEkxTJQ28/s72-c/DSC_0511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4001597258674772264</id><published>2010-06-15T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:30:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>We had a busy day on the 15th, but the most exciting thing that happened was that K and I got to go and see Chloe at dress rehearsal for her dance recital.  I am going to be honest and say that I was not a good photographer!  If there ever was a time that I needed to be it was for this, but I wasn't because I was watching her.  I am SO SORRY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K did get it on video, but I have yet to figure out how to upload it to the computer, so he is working on that, and then we will post it.  Here are 5 pictures I took.  Yes, 5....that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was SO STINKING SUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4v4OcDHwI/AAAAAAAADfw/vZmKJZY2PI0/s1600/DSC_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4v4OcDHwI/AAAAAAAADfw/vZmKJZY2PI0/s320/DSC_0494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489377638806134530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4v0-jdeEI/AAAAAAAADfo/NlcsyaDv-2E/s1600/DSC_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4v0-jdeEI/AAAAAAAADfo/NlcsyaDv-2E/s320/DSC_0493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489377583002646594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4vx6UhubI/AAAAAAAADfg/7zYoc2vv8SU/s1600/DSC_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4vx6UhubI/AAAAAAAADfg/7zYoc2vv8SU/s320/DSC_0492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489377530326661554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4vsJrxahI/AAAAAAAADfY/XSzbN5SHeY0/s1600/DSC_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4vsJrxahI/AAAAAAAADfY/XSzbN5SHeY0/s320/DSC_0491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489377431371475474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4vmt-6lVI/AAAAAAAADfQ/Sr27UtXbZlE/s1600/DSC_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4vmt-6lVI/AAAAAAAADfQ/Sr27UtXbZlE/s320/DSC_0490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489377338036229458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very impressed that she did some of the dance.  I thought she would have some stage fright, and she did, but she was so cute.  K and I agree that it was money well spent because she LOVES to dance.  We cannot wait until next year!!  I will post video when I figure it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4001597258674772264?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4001597258674772264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4001597258674772264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4001597258674772264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4001597258674772264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/06/dress-rehearsal.html' title='Dress Rehearsal'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4v4OcDHwI/AAAAAAAADfw/vZmKJZY2PI0/s72-c/DSC_0494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1400165386924505354</id><published>2010-06-05T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:13:25.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Trouble</title><content type='html'>Chloe MAY or MAY NOT HAVE gotten into some trouble during her nap......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4rhps6yXI/AAAAAAAADfI/O4-K0YekaQ0/s1600/DSC_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4rhps6yXI/AAAAAAAADfI/O4-K0YekaQ0/s320/DSC_0483.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489372852941146482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was SUPPOSED to be taking a nap, and she sweet talked her way into taking a nap in our bed.  Well, K went in there to check on her and she was completely under the covers!  He went just to make sure she was sleeping and when he lifted the covers up he identified some evidence.  The red sharpie was in her hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she got a spanking, or a scrubbing in the bath tub, we had to get this picture.  Look how sad she looks!  I think she was just sad she got caught!  I mean seriously, did she think she wouldn't?  That marker stained her belly for weeks!    She kept saying, "Look Mommy, I have red boobies!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1400165386924505354?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1400165386924505354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1400165386924505354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1400165386924505354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1400165386924505354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-miss-trouble.html' title='Little Miss Trouble'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4rhps6yXI/AAAAAAAADfI/O4-K0YekaQ0/s72-c/DSC_0483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7671343132533067275</id><published>2010-06-01T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:04:37.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Model</title><content type='html'>K's cousin recently took some pictures of Chloe, and they were amazing.  Yes, I know I am biased, but just see for yourself!  Chloe had so much fun taking pictures, and it shows.  Most of them were taken on the streets of Downtown Nashville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4m5WeRLwI/AAAAAAAADeg/q6RaAfOShUU/s1600/SMP_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4m5WeRLwI/AAAAAAAADeg/q6RaAfOShUU/s320/SMP_1075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489367762538147586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4mqOOmDHI/AAAAAAAADeY/kw0iXWb7oAA/s1600/SMP_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4mqOOmDHI/AAAAAAAADeY/kw0iXWb7oAA/s320/SMP_1068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489367502626884722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4mfNC-53I/AAAAAAAADeQ/-9wyRS5QAvg/s1600/SMP_1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4mfNC-53I/AAAAAAAADeQ/-9wyRS5QAvg/s320/SMP_1056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489367313331185522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4me071ewI/AAAAAAAADeI/jh-5q_d2zUU/s1600/SMP_1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4me071ewI/AAAAAAAADeI/jh-5q_d2zUU/s320/SMP_1054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489367306858756866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4l8LqSXVI/AAAAAAAADeA/ftLHgNdqfYo/s1600/SMP_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4l8LqSXVI/AAAAAAAADeA/ftLHgNdqfYo/s320/SMP_1041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489366711663746386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time for a wardrobe change.  Because, all models need more than one outfit at a photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4npTfXfdI/AAAAAAAADeo/EMDpQPERAcY/s1600/SMP_1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4npTfXfdI/AAAAAAAADeo/EMDpQPERAcY/s320/SMP_1090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489368586371169746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4oQe2lXyI/AAAAAAAADew/rvzJaf2o2qg/s1600/SMP_1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4oQe2lXyI/AAAAAAAADew/rvzJaf2o2qg/s320/SMP_1095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489369259436236578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4p71tgABI/AAAAAAAADfA/bku9m-vTngs/s1600/SMP_1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4p71tgABI/AAAAAAAADfA/bku9m-vTngs/s320/SMP_1079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489371103818154002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4pfAv9IJI/AAAAAAAADe4/41R8q1Aa8nM/s1600/SMP_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4pfAv9IJI/AAAAAAAADe4/41R8q1Aa8nM/s320/SMP_1101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489370608565035154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you may be wondering, because it definitely looks this way.....NO, she does not have lipstick on!  Can't believe how red her sweet lips are!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7671343132533067275?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7671343132533067275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7671343132533067275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7671343132533067275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7671343132533067275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-model.html' title='My Little Model'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TC4m5WeRLwI/AAAAAAAADeg/q6RaAfOShUU/s72-c/SMP_1075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-7654570217215746428</id><published>2010-05-31T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:30:21.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day 2010!</title><content type='html'>Happy Memorial Day!  I hope that yours was as fun as ours.  Guess where we were??  Yep, the pool!  We headed out to the pool when they opened and had lunch there, Chloe played games, K complained about being bored sitting at the pool, and we stayed longer.  I think this pretty much sums up how our summer is going to be!  K complains, we stay longer!!  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chloe having her first tea of Memorial Day 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm0rWMvzjI/AAAAAAAADdQ/p6Z7_5CuDfU/s1600/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm0rWMvzjI/AAAAAAAADdQ/p6Z7_5CuDfU/s320/DSC_0470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479109078459338290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl just cannot get enough tea!  For some reason she has decided to call me "Your Highness!"  And as funny as it is, it is kind of embarrasing because I do not want people to think that I make her call me that.  And she does not say it every now and then, she says it after everything!  "Can you open this Your Highness?", "Want some more tea Your Highness?", "Can you wipe my face Your Highness?", and on and on.  I know that she thinks it is funny, and it totally is, but I am sure that there is someone out there that thinks I make her do that!  Oh Well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many more tea parties, and a cookout lunch, there were some games to be played.  They had age groups and Chloe would have been in the 5 and under group.  She got in line with Elizabeth and she heard the pool manager say "7 and 8 year olds line up here!"  All she heard was "7 and 8" and she looked at me and said, "Oh, Mom....I'm not older enough, and she just walked off!"  It was so sad.  I tried to convince her that she could play with the younger kids, but she insisted that she was not older enough.  Bless her heart.  But, she had her sight set on something else.  Another tea party, so off we went.  She said, "Come on Your Highness!"  And so I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later she saw some commotion, and needed to get involved.  A shaving cream fight was taking place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2hY2ImYI/AAAAAAAADd4/WGbqoJ8FNy0/s1600/DSC_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2hY2ImYI/AAAAAAAADd4/WGbqoJ8FNy0/s320/DSC_0480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479111106394364290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2g5a51YI/AAAAAAAADdw/wbF7uLp_Wd4/s1600/DSC_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2g5a51YI/AAAAAAAADdw/wbF7uLp_Wd4/s320/DSC_0479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479111097958651266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2gljT2KI/AAAAAAAADdo/PwI36O9VA7Y/s1600/DSC_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2gljT2KI/AAAAAAAADdo/PwI36O9VA7Y/s320/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479111092625201314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2gPVnJ-I/AAAAAAAADdg/AFRG2MkqufE/s1600/DSC_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2gPVnJ-I/AAAAAAAADdg/AFRG2MkqufE/s320/DSC_0472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479111086662166498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2fkZwpDI/AAAAAAAADdY/DFXZQ8y_GqM/s1600/DSC_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm2fkZwpDI/AAAAAAAADdY/DFXZQ8y_GqM/s320/DSC_0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479111075136840754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad she was older enough to get in on that Memorial Day Fun!  Hope everyone had a fun weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-7654570217215746428?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7654570217215746428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=7654570217215746428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7654570217215746428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/7654570217215746428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day-2010.html' title='Happy Memorial Day 2010!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAm0rWMvzjI/AAAAAAAADdQ/p6Z7_5CuDfU/s72-c/DSC_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3219339414559423036</id><published>2010-05-30T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:07:51.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>Chloe started her private swimming lessons!  She was a little hesitant, but really liked Miss Hailey.  She did not understand why she did not have her new float that her daddy got her, but she did well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is just getting to know Miss Hailey.  I tried the best I could to stay out of her view, but she still saw me occassionally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhlddPPs_I/AAAAAAAADb4/TeOUpwTXpdc/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhlddPPs_I/AAAAAAAADb4/TeOUpwTXpdc/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478740503435391986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is easing into the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhlpUwFuxI/AAAAAAAADcA/mQR9p-FBeO4/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhlpUwFuxI/AAAAAAAADcA/mQR9p-FBeO4/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478740707315661586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe has NEVER been scared of the water, but for some reason this year she has been hesitant to go under.  I hope that it will pass very soon.  Like the next time we are at the pool, preferably!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is sitting on the side of the pool before she practices jumping in to Hailey.  She was anxiously awaiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmw9f3BhKI/AAAAAAAADcI/BESCsPaB7X4/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmw9f3BhKI/AAAAAAAADcI/BESCsPaB7X4/s320/DSC_0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479104992243713186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to practice her kicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmxN1W-vPI/AAAAAAAADcQ/IUt9yyTB458/s1600/DSC_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmxN1W-vPI/AAAAAAAADcQ/IUt9yyTB458/s320/DSC_0428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479105272892800242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on our way to having a little Mermaid....oh wait, she already thinks she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3219339414559423036?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3219339414559423036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3219339414559423036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3219339414559423036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3219339414559423036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhlddPPs_I/AAAAAAAADb4/TeOUpwTXpdc/s72-c/DSC_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4534201079953983423</id><published>2010-05-30T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:18:34.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie</title><content type='html'>Chloe loves sporting her yellow polka dot bikini, but what she loves even more is a tea party at the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmyp1u0zPI/AAAAAAAADco/QV-qZobZXAg/s1600/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmyp1u0zPI/AAAAAAAADco/QV-qZobZXAg/s320/DSC_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479106853540777202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmypmv7AEI/AAAAAAAADcg/bHYA4XwIOCk/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmypmv7AEI/AAAAAAAADcg/bHYA4XwIOCk/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479106849518846018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmypDFwY1I/AAAAAAAADcY/JqyUVEoRb74/s1600/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmypDFwY1I/AAAAAAAADcY/JqyUVEoRb74/s320/DSC_0435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479106839946748754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even met a friend at the pool to have a tea party with!  You can imagine that after 6757 cups of "tea" I was not thirsty anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmy-bYGPXI/AAAAAAAADcw/VI8nj3--07w/s1600/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmy-bYGPXI/AAAAAAAADcw/VI8nj3--07w/s320/DSC_0436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479107207243382130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of sharing she decided that she was done with that, packed up her tea party and headed to the big pool to play with her cousins, Elizabeth and Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmznel8pKI/AAAAAAAADdI/JsTwcF-P48M/s1600/DSC_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmznel8pKI/AAAAAAAADdI/JsTwcF-P48M/s320/DSC_0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479107912481416354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmznF9NdCI/AAAAAAAADdA/IE-UeF1QzCU/s1600/DSC_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmznF9NdCI/AAAAAAAADdA/IE-UeF1QzCU/s320/DSC_0449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479107905868100642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmzmrKk4NI/AAAAAAAADc4/wR2CzbBdwXI/s1600/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmzmrKk4NI/AAAAAAAADc4/wR2CzbBdwXI/s320/DSC_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479107898676404434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wore her out!  What a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4534201079953983423?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4534201079953983423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4534201079953983423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4534201079953983423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4534201079953983423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/itsy-bitsy-teeny-weenie.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAmyp1u0zPI/AAAAAAAADco/QV-qZobZXAg/s72-c/DSC_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3614731749330228083</id><published>2010-05-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:28:58.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Opening Day</title><content type='html'>We are so excited that the pool is open.  Chloe and I have been waiting for this for a long time.  She would ask me everyday, "Mommy is the swimming pool open yet?"  And finally I can say, "Yes Baby, it is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with her daddy when we first got there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhgaAC5y0I/AAAAAAAADaA/j03tKs3b57Q/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhgaAC5y0I/AAAAAAAADaA/j03tKs3b57Q/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478734946501249858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was showing me how she can jump in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhgnaBWidI/AAAAAAAADaI/_j7EhKpRts4/s1600/DSC_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhgnaBWidI/AAAAAAAADaI/_j7EhKpRts4/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478735176812366290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked out a new float for herself when K took her shopping that morning.  I told K that I thought that the float was a mistake because we are hoping she learns to swim this summer, but he just said that she wanted it.  By all means, it she wants it, she gets it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhhP0Mc-LI/AAAAAAAADaQ/Pb33qedTxk0/s1600/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhhP0Mc-LI/AAAAAAAADaQ/Pb33qedTxk0/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478735871033014450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had so much fun at the swimming pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhizgSuXII/AAAAAAAADa4/atBJTLGNqak/s1600/DSC_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhizgSuXII/AAAAAAAADa4/atBJTLGNqak/s320/DSC_0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478737583677529218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhioQsaOjI/AAAAAAAADaw/sNEhyiH0ekI/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhioQsaOjI/AAAAAAAADaw/sNEhyiH0ekI/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478737390511733298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhifLzDXuI/AAAAAAAADao/WeB7TceoutI/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhifLzDXuI/AAAAAAAADao/WeB7TceoutI/s320/DSC_0321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478737234578595554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhieiND6AI/AAAAAAAADag/M267wpG2C0I/s1600/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhieiND6AI/AAAAAAAADag/M267wpG2C0I/s320/DSC_0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478737223413393410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that water play, she needed a snack so we ordered her a hot dog.  While we were waiting on it she snacked on some blueberries.  She decided to use her bucket for her chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhjOUkEpHI/AAAAAAAADbA/j0R-IGKrCFg/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhjOUkEpHI/AAAAAAAADbA/j0R-IGKrCFg/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478738044385535090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then her hot dog game, and she must have been starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhjm9jfHsI/AAAAAAAADbQ/er0jgezbP00/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhjm9jfHsI/AAAAAAAADbQ/er0jgezbP00/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478738467705790146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhjmbDfAoI/AAAAAAAADbI/bvtQ1CYmI2U/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhjmbDfAoI/AAAAAAAADbI/bvtQ1CYmI2U/s320/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478738458444759682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was right back in the pool.  Forget the 30 minute rule, she was ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkUnVAsyI/AAAAAAAADbo/XAcUvtnuCYA/s1600/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkUnVAsyI/AAAAAAAADbo/XAcUvtnuCYA/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739252013478690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkUdC9UkI/AAAAAAAADbg/hkRc9J4djl8/s1600/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkUdC9UkI/AAAAAAAADbg/hkRc9J4djl8/s320/DSC_0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739249253405250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkHQSAd1I/AAAAAAAADbY/TdkIQEr8xPY/s1600/DSC_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkHQSAd1I/AAAAAAAADbY/TdkIQEr8xPY/s320/DSC_0397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739022488565586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to dry off and change clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkp9wMAeI/AAAAAAAADbw/LLE0ra4_Qok/s1600/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhkp9wMAeI/AAAAAAAADbw/LLE0ra4_Qok/s320/DSC_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478739618810298850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.  It is going to be a FUN summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3614731749330228083?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3614731749330228083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3614731749330228083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3614731749330228083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3614731749330228083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/pool-opening-day.html' title='Pool Opening Day'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhgaAC5y0I/AAAAAAAADaA/j03tKs3b57Q/s72-c/DSC_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-784710022578783104</id><published>2010-05-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:06:34.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Day</title><content type='html'>Chloe's daycare had Bike Day at school.  She was so excited that she was going to get to take ber bike, or tricycle.  K put it in the car for us before he left for work, but we had to get it out because she wanted to take a picture for Bike Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhfNA5ZwbI/AAAAAAAADZ4/ClMdICB7mQY/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhfNA5ZwbI/AAAAAAAADZ4/ClMdICB7mQY/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478733623879909810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little concerned about how she would be on her bike because she does not ride it that She fell off of it a while back, and has been scared of it ever since, but when I went to pick her up they told me she did great.  They even had pictures of her riding all around outside.  I am glad that she had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Bike Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-784710022578783104?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/784710022578783104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=784710022578783104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/784710022578783104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/784710022578783104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/bike-day.html' title='Bike Day'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhfNA5ZwbI/AAAAAAAADZ4/ClMdICB7mQY/s72-c/DSC_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3597582693276728767</id><published>2010-05-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:00:12.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Soccer Game and Awards</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord, soccer is over.  I am very glad that I gave Chloe the opportunity to play soccer, but I am also very glad that it is over.  You see, she did not really love to play soccer.  She liked being there, but she really did her own thing.  So when it was the day of the LAST SOCCER GAME, K and I were thrilled to death.  You know what it meant???  No more soccer practice!  Now don't get me wrong.  I love extracurricular activities.  I am not one of those mom's that stresses because I have to take Chloe to soccer, or dance, or whatever.  In fact if it were up to me she would be in something every night of the week.  I think it is great for kids to have activities, but K says "Heather, she is only 3."  So I say okay, and continue to plan for the future!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to soccer.  Did I mention we had our last game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhYPat-4KI/AAAAAAAADYI/Zbuna_NyW-A/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhYPat-4KI/AAAAAAAADYI/Zbuna_NyW-A/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478725968589676706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like she is playing doesn't it??  She isn't!  She was actually running across the field to talk to me.  I figured that I might as well snap a few pics while she was running, and on the field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her and Kinley decided they needed a break!  They were worn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhY52v92tI/AAAAAAAADYQ/RQ8PXjgcyHo/s1600/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhY52v92tI/AAAAAAAADYQ/RQ8PXjgcyHo/s320/DSC_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478726697668696786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided to run back across the field together holding hands.  They went back and forth many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhZVNEs_-I/AAAAAAAADYY/gqoQ1fHsQjY/s1600/DSC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhZVNEs_-I/AAAAAAAADYY/gqoQ1fHsQjY/s320/DSC_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478727167517720546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they were thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhdjm2tOkI/AAAAAAAADZg/v-fgQiOm1fE/s1600/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhdjm2tOkI/AAAAAAAADZg/v-fgQiOm1fE/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478731813003016770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annalee, Chloe's best friend, showed up at the end of her game.  Chloe was teaching her and Kinley her dance that she learned in ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhbl8PNFcI/AAAAAAAADYw/cIZNuqTlupg/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhbl8PNFcI/AAAAAAAADYw/cIZNuqTlupg/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478729654079395266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhbldeQ3dI/AAAAAAAADYo/1VeSS5I3lSk/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhbldeQ3dI/AAAAAAAADYo/1VeSS5I3lSk/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478729645821058514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we went inside for a Pizza Party.  We needed to celebrate her soccer success this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhb_fomiNI/AAAAAAAADY4/uJypMBrIFr4/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhb_fomiNI/AAAAAAAADY4/uJypMBrIFr4/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478730093077891282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very excited about pizza.  In fact, this may have been the highlight of soccer season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhcaXUTKnI/AAAAAAAADZA/M2D7AALZnZ0/s1600/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhcaXUTKnI/AAAAAAAADZA/M2D7AALZnZ0/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478730554701720178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her team name was displayed proudly in the middle of the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhctsSVjlI/AAAAAAAADZI/is_uIRIK8-w/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhctsSVjlI/AAAAAAAADZI/is_uIRIK8-w/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478730886748147282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would an "End of the Year" celebration be without an award?  She got a new soccer ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhd77SU9JI/AAAAAAAADZw/OHejlsu5wLw/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhd77SU9JI/AAAAAAAADZw/OHejlsu5wLw/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478732230804436114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhd7bNJGSI/AAAAAAAADZo/QWJLg7Up7gU/s1600/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhd7bNJGSI/AAAAAAAADZo/QWJLg7Up7gU/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478732222192752930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that ball will be very handy next season...HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3597582693276728767?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3597582693276728767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3597582693276728767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3597582693276728767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3597582693276728767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-soccer-game-and-awards.html' title='Last Soccer Game and Awards'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/TAhYPat-4KI/AAAAAAAADYI/Zbuna_NyW-A/s72-c/DSC_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1338834502754139515</id><published>2010-05-15T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:47:43.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Strawberry</title><content type='html'>Well we live right down the road from the Strawberry capital of the world!  The big city of Portland, TN.  Every year they have a strawberry festival, and we took Chloe.  This is her second time going, and I am glad we went.  It was not too much fun, and we were not there that long, but I am still glad we went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is eating her ice cream while at the "Strawberry Carnival" as she called it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ikbW5fccI/AAAAAAAADX4/d-f_hkbXShU/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ikbW5fccI/AAAAAAAADX4/d-f_hkbXShU/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474306136978977218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ikbNrOtbI/AAAAAAAADXw/FplGRnNyMMk/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ikbNrOtbI/AAAAAAAADXw/FplGRnNyMMk/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474306134503241138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing to get while we were there was strawberries.  And we got them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ikwG-M4II/AAAAAAAADYA/heVoBBBcuV8/s1600/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ikwG-M4II/AAAAAAAADYA/heVoBBBcuV8/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474306493481017474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came right home and made a strawberry shortcake with our fresh strawberries.  Guess what?  I kinda like it better with the frozen ones from Kroger!  How crazy is that?  I am sure they are not as healthy, but oh well!  However, Little Miss Strawberry had fun, and that is all that matters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1338834502754139515?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1338834502754139515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1338834502754139515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1338834502754139515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1338834502754139515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-miss-strawberry.html' title='Little Miss Strawberry'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ikbW5fccI/AAAAAAAADX4/d-f_hkbXShU/s72-c/DSC_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4391160893607058485</id><published>2010-05-09T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:40:18.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ijiwfeGQI/AAAAAAAADXo/FSIPSkWYm_E/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ijiwfeGQI/AAAAAAAADXo/FSIPSkWYm_E/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474305164596615426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4391160893607058485?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4391160893607058485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4391160893607058485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4391160893607058485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4391160893607058485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ijiwfeGQI/AAAAAAAADXo/FSIPSkWYm_E/s72-c/DSC_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4469104542622171533</id><published>2010-05-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:38:05.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HHS Alumni game 2010</title><content type='html'>Every year K plays in his High School Alumni game.  It is a great time, and we always have fun watching him.  Here he is with Chloe before the game out on the football field.  She thought that this was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_igIiSWPgI/AAAAAAAADWA/Kfkxuy0FrBo/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_igIiSWPgI/AAAAAAAADWA/Kfkxuy0FrBo/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474301415571996162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_igIe4dtWI/AAAAAAAADV4/Fp_XU5Dqhzg/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_igIe4dtWI/AAAAAAAADV4/Fp_XU5Dqhzg/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474301414658127202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the alumni that played in the game....or should I say showed up to the game.  Most of them are old by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_igj11SkoI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Zi3Sv25Sw2E/s1600/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_igj11SkoI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Zi3Sv25Sw2E/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474301884675297922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of K during his game.  I should not before I get in trouble that he was not #30, he was #33.  I repeat, he was NOT #30, her was #33.  But for the purposes of the Alumni Game, he was wearing #30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihTTgE0uI/AAAAAAAADWw/v7r4XxqFwlc/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihTTgE0uI/AAAAAAAADWw/v7r4XxqFwlc/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302700093231842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihTB4MrfI/AAAAAAAADWo/WobVCEQ569I/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihTB4MrfI/AAAAAAAADWo/WobVCEQ569I/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302695362571762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihSkRzkRI/AAAAAAAADWg/byXanOTOk0U/s1600/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihSkRzkRI/AAAAAAAADWg/byXanOTOk0U/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302687416914194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihSRVvGhI/AAAAAAAADWY/r0zY-A9IT70/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ihSRVvGhI/AAAAAAAADWY/r0zY-A9IT70/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302682333125138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that hard work, K needed a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ih3zeIs3I/AAAAAAAADW4/KwOLbmf9vYk/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ih3zeIs3I/AAAAAAAADW4/KwOLbmf9vYk/s320/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474303327150322546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is K hanging out with his best girl at a break in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iiMX5ioKI/AAAAAAAADXA/zEH8ifyFPAY/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iiMX5ioKI/AAAAAAAADXA/zEH8ifyFPAY/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474303680526327970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Chloe decided she wanted to play her own football game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iihrXRXZI/AAAAAAAADXY/KNMvrJPA1rM/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iihrXRXZI/AAAAAAAADXY/KNMvrJPA1rM/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474304046528552338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iihZwEzDI/AAAAAAAADXQ/wPocdkIkhzI/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iihZwEzDI/AAAAAAAADXQ/wPocdkIkhzI/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474304041800748082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iig7s2wKI/AAAAAAAADXI/lKNIvuj3gBc/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iig7s2wKI/AAAAAAAADXI/lKNIvuj3gBc/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474304033734181026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would a day be like without a Route 44?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ii1lUniVI/AAAAAAAADXg/WIOvAhgOsAw/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ii1lUniVI/AAAAAAAADXg/WIOvAhgOsAw/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474304388504193362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot wait until next year's Alumni game.  Another year older!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4469104542622171533?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4469104542622171533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4469104542622171533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4469104542622171533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4469104542622171533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/hhs-alumni-game-2010.html' title='HHS Alumni game 2010'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_igIiSWPgI/AAAAAAAADWA/Kfkxuy0FrBo/s72-c/DSC_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-1033413771128604007</id><published>2010-05-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:21:48.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Tea</title><content type='html'>Chloe's daycare had a Mother's Day tea for all the mom's.  I was so excited, because I knew that they would have cute little art projects that they made for us, and I love to see all the stuff Chloe makes at school.  Yes, it all looks very similar with her scribble, but it is cute scribble.  Chloe was excited about her party to, because after all, it was a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very adamant about the fact that we would be taking her picture before we left for school that day, so here are a few of the shots she posed for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ibKAKWzrI/AAAAAAAADUI/QjXnWiKzRHs/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ibKAKWzrI/AAAAAAAADUI/QjXnWiKzRHs/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474295943213272754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ibJtzhsQI/AAAAAAAADUA/Jm_suuEAgRo/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ibJtzhsQI/AAAAAAAADUA/Jm_suuEAgRo/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474295938285678850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Dropped her off at school she was like, "Oh, Mom.....don't come back until it is time for the party, okay??"  She is so funny.  I got there in time for the party, and she was so excited.  The kids were coloring a "Happy Mother's Day" tablecloth, and they each had their special spot for their very own artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ifMNKPgzI/AAAAAAAADVw/GrlX--aBT4g/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ifMNKPgzI/AAAAAAAADVw/GrlX--aBT4g/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300379108705074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ifLQM-y_I/AAAAAAAADVo/7FCewy-LJlc/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ifLQM-y_I/AAAAAAAADVo/7FCewy-LJlc/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300362745629682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ifK_0MDsI/AAAAAAAADVg/neCBkU0yhNs/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ifK_0MDsI/AAAAAAAADVg/neCBkU0yhNs/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300358346673858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Chloe proudly displaying the artwork that she made me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_icG69PEgI/AAAAAAAADUg/1A2trs7J4E4/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_icG69PEgI/AAAAAAAADUg/1A2trs7J4E4/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474296989788082690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what she gave me, and I will treasure them forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_icfCKB3BI/AAAAAAAADUw/uuYuxZbU-Yo/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_icfCKB3BI/AAAAAAAADUw/uuYuxZbU-Yo/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474297404037651474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iceiXjydI/AAAAAAAADUo/dvAc_OKIBKQ/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iceiXjydI/AAAAAAAADUo/dvAc_OKIBKQ/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474297395504466386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ic0I9E0DI/AAAAAAAADVI/7a1UUsDyxyU/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ic0I9E0DI/AAAAAAAADVI/7a1UUsDyxyU/s320/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474297766639620146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iczwfwgZI/AAAAAAAADVA/n0vCZWYhEnk/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iczwfwgZI/AAAAAAAADVA/n0vCZWYhEnk/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474297760074203538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iczThKtCI/AAAAAAAADU4/uO8AmBQaX78/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iczThKtCI/AAAAAAAADU4/uO8AmBQaX78/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474297752295486498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you cannot read the "My Mom is Special Because...." questionnaire, I will type it out, because it is my most favorite thing!  Chloe's teachers asked her some questions, and here are her cute little answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My Mom's name is &lt;strong&gt;Heather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  She is special because &lt;strong&gt;has pretty dress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I like it when my mom &lt;strong&gt;get me dressed.&lt;/strong&gt;4.  My mom can do many things.  I think she's best at &lt;strong&gt;getting me new clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My mom has a pretty smile.  I like to make her smile by &lt;strong&gt;seeing my daddy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.  My mom is pretty as a &lt;strong&gt;flower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My mom is smart.  She even knows &lt;strong&gt;how to work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'd like to tell my mom &lt;strong&gt;I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she gave me my presents it was cookie time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iezX4_5MI/AAAAAAAADVY/bKwt-AY3iAs/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iezX4_5MI/AAAAAAAADVY/bKwt-AY3iAs/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474299952492438722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is older and hates me, I will remember this day forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-1033413771128604007?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1033413771128604007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=1033413771128604007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1033413771128604007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/1033413771128604007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-tea.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Tea'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_ibKAKWzrI/AAAAAAAADUI/QjXnWiKzRHs/s72-c/DSC_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-4934734484163466440</id><published>2010-05-02T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:53:11.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville Flood</title><content type='html'>Well, in case you have not heard, our city flooded!  It flooded really bad.  Roads wer closed, houses destroyed, people were dead.  It was so sad.  Chloe and I did drive around a bit the day after and we snapped a few pictures of the park that she plays at.  This is also the same place she feeds the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iYZISdBEI/AAAAAAAADT4/8WVNGWxlyZ8/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iYZISdBEI/AAAAAAAADT4/8WVNGWxlyZ8/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474292904557872194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iXldFQB3I/AAAAAAAADTo/WTwrETLKo4k/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iXldFQB3I/AAAAAAAADTo/WTwrETLKo4k/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474292016786442098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company went to other parts of Nashville the Wednesday after the flood and helped people tear down their houses.  It was exhausting, but I only had to do it one day.  These people are doing it day after day, and they have lost all of their personal belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very lucky that they only thing we got was a leak and loss of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-4934734484163466440?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4934734484163466440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=4934734484163466440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4934734484163466440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/4934734484163466440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/nashville-flood.html' title='Nashville Flood'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iYZISdBEI/AAAAAAAADT4/8WVNGWxlyZ8/s72-c/DSC_0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-3325680257639730345</id><published>2010-05-01T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:45:42.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Connell!</title><content type='html'>Chloe was invited to Connell's birthday party and she was so excited about it.  In fact, she is excited about everything that involves going to her "Daddy's Church!"  She does not understand that K is not the only one that goes to church there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connell's party was in the same area that Chloe's birthday party was, and she had a blast.  Here are a few pictures of her playing in the playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iU4u1ZgGI/AAAAAAAADS4/-teMGYKp-DI/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iU4u1ZgGI/AAAAAAAADS4/-teMGYKp-DI/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474289049434423394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iU4VuJVfI/AAAAAAAADSw/9uEpOcWF-5k/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iU4VuJVfI/AAAAAAAADSw/9uEpOcWF-5k/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474289042693117426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iU4My50gI/AAAAAAAADSo/DpHyyrq_vus/s1600/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iU4My50gI/AAAAAAAADSo/DpHyyrq_vus/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474289040297153026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to eat pizza and have cake we took a group picture of all the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iVRYkPesI/AAAAAAAADTA/WZ8vvAFHpQs/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iVRYkPesI/AAAAAAAADTA/WZ8vvAFHpQs/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474289472953612994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed in and Chloe got her seat.  Mrs. Shannon was passing out pizza, and she told all the kids to put their finger on their nose if they wanted pepperoni, and on their head if they wanted cheese.  Guess what Chloe wanted???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iVss1RbKI/AAAAAAAADTI/MviwwcmY0HQ/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iVss1RbKI/AAAAAAAADTI/MviwwcmY0HQ/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474289942250220706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed pepperoni, you are right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iV63ucywI/AAAAAAAADTQ/yy0wN9WzHgE/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iV63ucywI/AAAAAAAADTQ/yy0wN9WzHgE/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474290185692564226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pizza and cake it was time for balloons and face painting.  Chloe chose to get a cupcake on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iWSwE8cNI/AAAAAAAADTY/xLQmWEhVh-U/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iWSwE8cNI/AAAAAAAADTY/xLQmWEhVh-U/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474290595956289746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got Mrs. Shannon to make her a pink dog.  Actually she requested a pink pig, but I am pretty sure that was not an option, so she was totally fine with the dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iWoENNMiI/AAAAAAAADTg/XwtkTPysVDQ/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iWoENNMiI/AAAAAAAADTg/XwtkTPysVDQ/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474290962136904226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun!  Thanks for inviting us to your party Connell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-3325680257639730345?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3325680257639730345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=3325680257639730345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3325680257639730345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/3325680257639730345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-connell.html' title='Happy Birthday Connell!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S_iU4u1ZgGI/AAAAAAAADS4/-teMGYKp-DI/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-8749833853750643105</id><published>2010-04-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:38:17.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Ducks!</title><content type='html'>Chloe and I had a girls afternoon at the park after church one Sunday.  We had a blast.  She was chasing the ducks everywhere.  She had her eye on this little guy and did not understand why in the world she could not pet him like a dog!  He kept running from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oR8aBjuYI/AAAAAAAADRo/nyyXwKcGcaA/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oR8aBjuYI/AAAAAAAADRo/nyyXwKcGcaA/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470204426870569346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could not wait to feed the ducks Goldfish that she brought from home so she finally made her way to the lake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSYO3kWsI/AAAAAAAADR4/tk3eF72DaXc/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSYO3kWsI/AAAAAAAADR4/tk3eF72DaXc/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470204904912214722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSX9hdk8I/AAAAAAAADRw/nN6xa4jCZU4/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSX9hdk8I/AAAAAAAADRw/nN6xa4jCZU4/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470204900256093122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSnD2HJeI/AAAAAAAADSI/EozEH94mp2w/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSnD2HJeI/AAAAAAAADSI/EozEH94mp2w/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470205159651354082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSmvsVuBI/AAAAAAAADSA/cZS9f2LDk6U/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oSmvsVuBI/AAAAAAAADSA/cZS9f2LDk6U/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470205154241656850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we fed the ducks all of our Goldfish we headed over to the playground.  K has convinced Chloe that he built this playground because he volunteered for like an hour one day when they were building it.  He was in High School then!  Here she is swinging on the "baby" swings, because they are her favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oTJXhjR8I/AAAAAAAADSQ/2DY4PGjyNqg/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oTJXhjR8I/AAAAAAAADSQ/2DY4PGjyNqg/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470205749049378754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept saying "Push Me Mommy, NO MOMMY, That's High Enough!!"  It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the swings she convinced me to go to the sandbox.  I hate sandboxes, but I went for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oTq2bhDgI/AAAAAAAADSY/RtMLWKj8l4E/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oTq2bhDgI/AAAAAAAADSY/RtMLWKj8l4E/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470206324281249282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept trying to build sandcastles and she was so proud of herself.  I was cheering for her and saying "Good Job Chloe, that is a Great sandcastle!"  There was a 7 year old little brat that looked at me and said, "Actually, that's not even how you build them."  I just said "Well, she's three, and I think it is beautiful!"  Brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she took his toy, and I was proud of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oUY1RarCI/AAAAAAAADSg/-s1JuWwSrz4/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oUY1RarCI/AAAAAAAADSg/-s1JuWwSrz4/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470207114244434978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my time with her....wish I had more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-8749833853750643105?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8749833853750643105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=8749833853750643105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8749833853750643105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/8749833853750643105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/04/mighty-ducks.html' title='Mighty Ducks!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oR8aBjuYI/AAAAAAAADRo/nyyXwKcGcaA/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-2083582747323554925</id><published>2010-04-22T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:24:41.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is Growing Up!</title><content type='html'>My baby is growing uo, and it is killing me. I mean I know that she will ALWAYS be my baby, but it is just so sad to me when I see her doing more and more "Big girl" things. Well, not sad. Bittersweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....Chloe stayed in a crib longer than most kids. In fact, she never even tried to get out of her crib. I take that back, one time she did. But, she got back in and never did it again. So we left her in. And she was fine. She loved it, and so did we because we knew she was safe! But, I had to bite the bullet and give in to the big girl bed. I am not going to lie, I was scared of her falling out, and I did not sleep well the first couple of nights because I see stitches in my near future. But, she LOVES her "big girl" bed, and therefore, I do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures. I will take more when I finish her room, but all I have now is a bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oQlgm-yLI/AAAAAAAADRY/7a41GdcIiVg/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470202933989525682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oQlgm-yLI/AAAAAAAADRY/7a41GdcIiVg/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oQlUgzsSI/AAAAAAAADRQ/EriIjHMeVz0/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470202930742407458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oQlUgzsSI/AAAAAAAADRQ/EriIjHMeVz0/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking at Hobby Lobby for wall stuff, lamps, and I need to decide on curtains, but I will post more pics when it is complete.  For now, rest easy knowing she is loving her bed........see for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oRRlOumwI/AAAAAAAADRg/1JDfSZC5oys/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oRRlOumwI/AAAAAAAADRg/1JDfSZC5oys/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470203691144223490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melts my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-2083582747323554925?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2083582747323554925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=2083582747323554925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2083582747323554925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/2083582747323554925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-baby-is-growing-up.html' title='My Baby is Growing Up!'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oQlgm-yLI/AAAAAAAADRY/7a41GdcIiVg/s72-c/DSC_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-9051448964818828264</id><published>2010-04-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:15:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Baby on the Way......</title><content type='html'>But NOT mine! Sorry if I gave any of you a heart attack. You should know by now we are perfectly happy and content with our princess. But....my childhood BFF Lindsey is getting ready to welcome her little bundle of joy into the world, and we cannot wait to meet little Ryker James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I co-hosted a shower for her in Memphis recently, and it was so cute. Here are some pictures of everything set up before the mommy-to-be arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNPN46IYI/AAAAAAAADQw/svNCxFSi5fc/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199252472439170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNPN46IYI/AAAAAAAADQw/svNCxFSi5fc/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNOzq1k_I/AAAAAAAADQo/Hzaf1NNN4Fo/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199245434098674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNOzq1k_I/AAAAAAAADQo/Hzaf1NNN4Fo/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNOeUCPUI/AAAAAAAADQg/cKIQ8o_8ITM/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199239701314882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNOeUCPUI/AAAAAAAADQg/cKIQ8o_8ITM/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oM9l5Z88I/AAAAAAAADQY/SN7BrK99CSs/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470198949679330242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oM9l5Z88I/AAAAAAAADQY/SN7BrK99CSs/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We served Paula Dean's french toast, mini muffins, fruit, sausage balls, poppyseed bread, and cake. Here is a picture of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNmar3sfI/AAAAAAAADQ4/UvXV8hGb6eY/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199651044405746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNmar3sfI/AAAAAAAADQ4/UvXV8hGb6eY/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was yummy, but the look was not what I was going for. The cake lady took it upon herself to make it a rectangle instead of a square, added some glitter and some extra little decorations on the bottom. K tried to take the off, but I was too scared he was going to mess up the cake. Also, the color was not the color blue I wanted, but oh well. It is over, and there is nothing that I can do about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Sarah, and the mommy-to-be. Sarah was one of the hostesses with her mom, and my mom was the other hostess. I did not get a group picture with my camera for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oOebAhNaI/AAAAAAAADRA/JaKzxTY-KQ4/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470200613203686818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oOebAhNaI/AAAAAAAADRA/JaKzxTY-KQ4/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Chloe, Lindsey, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oOwusLyFI/AAAAAAAADRI/anwI6CtpKIg/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470200927724750930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oOwusLyFI/AAAAAAAADRI/anwI6CtpKIg/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast and cannot wait to celebrate the birth of Ryker. Thanks Barbara for letting us use your house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-9051448964818828264?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/9051448964818828264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=9051448964818828264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9051448964818828264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/9051448964818828264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-is-baby-on-way.html' title='There is a Baby on the Way......'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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/_zOkXT1ExrAw/S-oNPN46IYI/AAAAAAAADQw/svNCxFSi5fc/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968466447422833254.post-6284020286348591867</id><published>2010-04-11T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:10:55.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know what to put here</title><content type='html'>This is K (i feel so stupid typing that) but I spent the afternoon trying to make a slide show and this is what I came up with here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNPF5FLnYC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNPF5FLnYC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4968466447422833254-6284020286348591867?l=pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/6284020286348591867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4968466447422833254&amp;postID=6284020286348591867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6284020286348591867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4968466447422833254/posts/default/6284020286348591867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigtailsandpearls.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know-what-to-put-here.html' title='I dont know what to put here'/><author><name>Pigtails &amp;amp; Pearls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01555382257492862003</uri><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-4968466447422833254.post-6601688427154527153</id><published>2010-04-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:38:33.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Game #2</title><content type='html'>I have to be honest and tell you that I prayed A LOT for it to storm and hail this morning!  Actually, just between 10:00 and 11:00.  Why?  Because we had a soccer game, and I just did not know if I could take the frustration of bribing Chloe with anything and everything imaginable just to stand on the soccer field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you know that K would get a call from work at 8:30 this morning needing something.  So he left and said, "I will be there when I get there."  I was just thrilled!  Just thrilled.  I mean, I was the happiest person at that time!  Remember, K is one of the coaches, so when he is not there I get to fill in.  And I just love it!  It did not take Chloe long to find the flags!  Here we go, this is going to be a long hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try
