tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92169176241624167732024-03-13T08:10:08.599-05:00Oh! The Places We'll Go!Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-3149723615461448492012-07-06T07:53:00.002-05:002012-07-06T07:53:30.491-05:00School's Out for Summer!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Well, one down about 14 more to go. School years that is. On May 21st Emily finished her first year of pre-school. Wow, what a year. She started at Collierville Presbyterian Day School in Memphis and finished at Rolling Hills Learning Center in Franklin. She started with Ms. Beth and ended with Ms. Bridget and Ms. Caitlyn. She's made lots of friends and learned that she LOVES art and playground time. She loves to play house and would rather socialize than eat her snack or her lunch. I could not be more proud of my big girl! </div>
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On the last day of school they had a little program where the classes sang songs and the pre-K class graduated to Kindergarten. One of the cutest things was when each "graduate's" name was called they said what they wanted to be when they grow up. One of Emily's good friends (from our small group at church) Celia Tate said she wanted to be a marine biologist. Emily asked what that was and I told her it was someone who works with animals in the ocean, like dolphins. From then on Emily has been saying she wants to be a "dolphin trainer" when she grows up. I hope so. That would mean she'd be living by the ocean! </div>
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Our sweet girls, Emily and her friend Morgan, in their matching dresses. Totally on accident too!</div>
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Ok, I'm holding back the tears but here is my sweet girl on her first day of school! It amazes me how much she has grown up! </div>
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<br />Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-18417297233844057672012-06-23T10:42:00.001-05:002012-06-23T10:42:10.804-05:00Rub-A-Dub-Dub...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
One angry dude in a tub! It must be true, boys just like to be dirty, because this one sure doesn't like to get clean. After we'd been home for a day or two we realized that Daniel hadn't had a bath since his first night in the hospital. This was even more noticeable since our sweet guy still had adhesive from his IV and monitors on his hands and chest. Sadness :( Time to scrub him down. And bath time wouldn't be complete without pictures! Enjoy. </div>
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Looks like he might be giving in...</div>
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Nope. I call this one the "Screaming Bird." Thanks to GJ for the adorable owl towel.</div>
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What's that you say? This happens on a regular basis? Oh my. </div>
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<br />Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-39709805194948550922012-06-23T08:47:00.000-05:002012-06-23T08:47:36.081-05:00Homeward BoundAfter a longer than expected stay at Williamson Memorial Hospital, we were finally headed home. Originally we thought we might be able to come home the Monday after little man was born, but after some disappointments we found out that we'd have to wait til Tuesday. Luckily my doctor worked it out so that I would be able to stay as long as Daniel so I would have to leave without him. You know there were some water works going on when I thought I might have to go home without my baby in my arms. :(<br />
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But finally Tuesday morning rolled around. Dave and I were so anxious to get Daniel and get out of dodge that I think we were both holding our breath a little all morning. We figured the way hospitals move we would be there until the late afternoon. But thankfully the NICU nurses came to our rescue again. By 11:30 am DOC was strapped into his carseat (non too happy about that I might add). One of our favorite nurses Ms. Amanda generously provided 3 packs of diapers and wipes from the hospital staff as a going away present for us and helped us out to the car. HOORAY!!!<br />
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After a quick stop at Chick-fil-A, we came home to this awesome welcome party! :)<br />
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It was a quiet first day home, but like any good mother, I harassed my children with a photo session. :) It's in my blood, I can't help myself. We ate our waffle fries and just enjoyed all being together under one roof. It's good to be home.<br />
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<br />Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-42691419726193012522012-06-02T23:37:00.001-05:002012-06-02T23:37:39.234-05:00Daniel Owen ChamblessHe's here! And boy, what an entrance! Daniel Owen Chambless was born Friday, June 1st at 4:46pm. Weighing in at 8 pounds 2 ounces and measuring a whopping 22 1/4 inches long, he is mighty handsome. God is SO good! And I'll start by saying everyone is doing just fine. But it was quite an eventful day so here it goes...<br />
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After waiting and waiting on this sweet boy to arrive on his own, at 5 days past his due date we decided to go ahead and be induced Friday morning. We arrived at 5:30am excited and eager to meet our little man. Doesn't Dave look eager?<br />
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After getting checked in the nurse quickly realized that I was already what she called in "latent labor." I had been having pretty constant, intense contractions for the past few days and was already 3-4 cm dilated. So we declined the pitocin and just waited for my doctor to come break my water to help speed things up. The nurse tried 4 times before she finally got my IV in which should have been my first clue that it was not going to be a textbook day. That was confirmed when it took my doctor 3 separate tries over the course of an hour to break my water (without an epidural). Ya, ouch. Labor was pretty normal from about 9:30-noon. Dave was an AH-MAZ-ING labor coach. He was singing, telling jokes, and just generally adorable. I think our nurse was quite taken with him. But when noon rolled around and I was barely 5cm we decided it was time for the pitocin and an epidural. Of course I bawled like a baby while getting the epidural. I guess I thought I failed somehow and just couldn't understand why I couldn't do what so many women can, just have a baby all on their own. I'm not sure why it was so important to me to have this baby naturally, but that's too much for this post. Maybe another time. But anyway, we all figured after the epidural I could rest, progress quickly, then have a baby. Well, not exactly. From noon to 3pm I only progressed from 5cm to 6cm and every contraction baby boy's heart rate would drop. Scare #1 of the day, the potential of an emergency C-section. More tears. My nurse was great though and after turning me this way and that like a ball-park frank on a grill, we found a position that baby boy liked. Somehow from 3pm - 4pm I went from 6cm to fully dilated! Yikes! I knew I had an epidural but somehow in a matter of minutes I went from feeling nearly nothing to OMG, I've got to push! My nurse checked and yelled, hold on honey. Don't push. Just breath. Ironically enough, Dave had just gone to the bathroom. The nurse was banging on the door, "Daddy, hurry up, we're about to have a baby." Hilarious! My doctor literally came running down the hall and in 2 contractions, 4 pushes total, out he came. Perfect and pink and LONG! The doctor actually said as she was delivering him, "He keeps coming. There's more!" And then, just like a boy, he pooped ALL over the doctor. :) That a boy!</div>
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After nursing like a champ and some hugs and kisses from mommy and daddy, we let Emily come in and meet her baby brother and then introduce him to the rest of our family. Baby boy had just made his first round through all the arms here to hold him when I gave everyone quite a scare. After delivery I had lost a lot of blood, and I mean A LOT. I thought it seemed like a lot, but what do I know? And I was so distracted by my baby and the joy and all my family that I didn't give it much thought. That is until I passed out. In front of my whole family, with Emily sitting next to me on the bed, I felt dizzy, nauseous, then my eyes rolled back in my head and down I went. Immediately there were a bunch of nurses in my room ushering everyone out and putting an oxygen mask on me. I barely remember anything except that that was the most scared I'd ever been in my whole life. I couldn't breath. I could sort of see Dave holding Daniel in a chair in the corner of the room as Emily scampered out with my mom. I don't know that I'll ever forget that feeling. The nurses were able to get me stabilized pretty quickly with the oxygen and a bunch of medicines. But I was so weak and out of it that I didn't put up much of a fight when they asked to take Daniel to the nursery for his bath. For the next 2 hours I rested and Daniel was under the watchful eye of the nurses. </div>
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We truly believe that everything happens for a reason and God's hand was over us. Who ever would have thought that me hemorrhaging would have been a good thing. But it was God's plan for him to be in the nursery. I don't think we ever could have imagined the night was going to get worse, but somehow, it did. The nurse brought Daniel back about 9pm to try and feed again. He wouldn't latch on and was really tired and lethargic, a far cry from the super alert, bright eyed boy he was just a few hours before. The nurse was great and reassured us that sometimes after all the excitement of being born and then a good bath sometimes babies are just tired, so she would bring him back in an hour to try again. </div>
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Dave was adamant that we send him to the nursery and let them keep an eye on him. Again, too tired to put up much of an argument, I agreed and rested some more. But when they didn't bring him in at 10 to feed Dave went looking for him in the nursery, only to find he wasn't in the nursery. He had been moved to the NICU. Apparently his temperature dropped, then his blood sugar dropped and his heart rate dropped. All signs of a possible infection. And all signs we might have missed had he been asleep in our room. It's amazing how the little decisions mean everything. So they moved him to the NICU and started him on antibiotics and an IV. They drew blood and sent it off to do some cultures. Dave and I prayed, and cried, and prayed some more. For a few hours we couldn't see him. This had now trumped my hemorrhaging, and was now the scariest moment of my life. Sometime after 1am Dave went to meet with the NICU doctor (at this point I still hadn't been out of bed yet and couldn't go with him). Dave came bursting back in the room crying and hugging me saying, "He's fine. He's fine." Praise God for answered prayers! The doctor said that he thinks that Daniel has <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;"><a href="http://www.merckmanuals.com/home/childrens_health_issues/problems_in_newborns/polycythemia_in_the_newborn.html" target="_blank">Polycythemia</a>,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">an abnormally high concentration of red blood cells, which could have resulted from post-maturity. But the great news is that this self-corrects and his blood will level itself out on it's own, but just to be safe they have to keep him in the NICU and on the antibiotics until the blood cultures come back Monday. </span></span></div>
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7:26am - Wake up to a tickle fight and Emily's request for hot milk, which I beg off since it's too early (before 7:30). Yep 4 more minutes with my head on the pillow are that important.<br />
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7:30am - Send Daddy to get the hot milk. Score 1 for mommy. :)<br />
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9:30am - Frantically scoot all 3 of us out the door to make it to our doctors appointment on time while singing the song from Alice in Wonderland which has now become my theme song. Think White Rabbit.<br />
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10:10am - Dave and I made it on time, without Emily (big thanks to Anne) to my appointment. I've lost 5 pounds since last week. I start worrying I've been leaking water all weekend.<br />
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10:50am - Finally see my doctor. I'm 3cm and 80% effaced. Dave and I exchange high-fives with our eyes across the room. Progress! Baby's heartbeat sounds great, all is well. Doctor is not worried at all about the 5 pounds. Says I am not leaking water. Whew. I make a mental note to eat something entirely unhealthy today. <br />
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She asks us the big question, "You're past your due date. You'll be 41 weeks Saturday. How do you feel about being induced?"<br />
Me, "I really, really don't want to be induced."<br />
Dave, "What are the risks of going past 41 weeks?"<br />
Doctor, "At 41 weeks she'll need to come in every 2 days and have her fluid level checked and fetal heart rate and movement monitored."<br />
Dave, "So there's a risk."<br />
Me, "I really, really don't want to be induced. But I really, really don't want a C-section."<br />
Doctor, "At 3cm you are super favorable for an induction. If we even just break your water, maybe a whiff of pitocin, you'll go." <br />
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Things are starting to sound familiar. <br />
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11:01am - Conclusion, we're inducing Friday morning at 5:30am if he hasn't arrived by then. I'm feeling relief that there's an end in sight, disappointed that I might have to be induced, guilty that I've given in and not simply let nature run it's course, shock that we're even having this conversation and that he still isn't here. Ugh, and tired!<br />
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11:15am - Dave and I wait for the ultra-sound tech. The doctor wants to check my fluid levels while we're there. Dave is making me laugh so hard through contractions that I want to cry. We institute a labor rule, only make me laugh <em>between</em> contractions. Or sub-tractions, as Emily calls them.<br />
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12:05pm - Fly like the wind. My mom lands at the airport in 1 hour. We still have to pick up Emily and drop Dave back off at home and then get to the airport.<br />
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1:05pm - On time AGAIN today. Score 2 for mommy! At the airport waiting for Grandma Dee. <br />
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1:45pm - Get Grandma and her 3 suitcases filled with Presents (All she needs is a jolly red suit) and head back to Franklin. <br />
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3:30pm - Spend a glorious afternoon swimming with Aunt Leigh and cousins amidst a plethora of pretty painful contractions. My mom keeps looking at me like she doesn't think I'm going to make it til Friday.<br />
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7:30pm - Dinner out with GJ, Dude, Daddy, Grandma Dee, Emily and Me.<br />
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9:00pm - Dave and I introduce the whole bunch to Duck Dynasty On Demand. If you haven't seen it, you should check it out. More laughing through painful contractions.<br />
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11:05pm - Mom and I finally say goodnight after unpacking all her loot for Daniel and Emily.<br />
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1:05am - I'm still up. Painful contractions every 10-15 minutes. I'm starting to agree with Mom that I might not make it til Friday.<br />
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3:30am - Emily wakes up crying. I go investigate. She has thrown up all over her bed. I call for Dave to come in here NOW. <br />
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3:30:01am - Dave comes flying into Emily's bedroom. He gets to clean up her bed and I give her a bath. <br />
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3:45am - We're all snuggled back in our bed. Time for sleep.<br />
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3:47am - Emily, "Mommy, I'm feeling sick again." Dave flies her into the bathroom and she makes it. Tossing cookies, take two, in our bathroom. Good girl.<br />
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3:50am - Super painful contraction strong enough to necessitate breathing techniques.<br />
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3:55am - I send Dave downstairs for some Ritz crackers.<br />
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3:58am - Contraction<br />
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4:26am - Contraction<br />
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Sometime after 5:30am I fall asleep. <br />
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9:27am - Still no freaking BABY!!! Your time is coming little man. I'm feeling better about scheduling that eviction on Friday. <br />
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Today's going to be a loooooong day!<br />
<br />Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-74862644130275219822012-05-29T17:26:00.000-05:002012-05-29T17:33:42.780-05:00Meet My DadSoooo.... Baby boy appears to be as stubborn as his daddy. Big surprise since he seems to be taking after him in all other areas too, namely size! Since he has not made his big debut yet I've got some free time on my hands so I decided to share Emily's last piece of artwork from this school year. Her teachers interviewed her about her Daddy and the results are priceless. So happy Father's Day Dave... because we all know in 3 weeks I'll be lucky if I even remember to get you a card. That is if your son ever decides to join us. :)<br />
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For fun my daddy plays tackle and slide</div>
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At work daddy makes money</div>
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He weighs 30 pounds</div>
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He is the best because he gives me popcicles</div>
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I love to wrestle with Daddy </div>
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I've known daddy for 15 years</div>
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I met daddy in Heaven</div>
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<br /></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-88536403506675403672012-05-08T11:48:00.003-05:002012-05-08T11:48:41.985-05:00Catching UpHello! Yes, it's actually me. My account hasn't been hacked. Since I haven't posted in ummmm, let's see... 9 months, I'll catch you up. I'm making a baby! And we moved backed to Nashville. Those 2 things have pretty much consumed us. Here's the short version...
In late September we found out that Emily's prayers worked (sort of. See previous post). We are PREGNANT! About 4 weeks after that we found out that Dave was up for a promotion with Transworld Systems and we might be moving. It was thanksgiving before we found out for sure that Dave was going to be the newest (and youngest ever) Regional Director for the TN region. The plan was for him to start Jan 1st and work from the Nashville office. So we put the house on the market assuming it would take awhile to sell. Boy were we wrong! It took 4 days!!! We closed in 30 days. The problem was that we spent 22 of those days in CA for Christmas. So Emily and I flew back on Thursday Jan 5th and we moved to Franklin on Saturday Jan 7th. Yep 2 days! Needless tO say it was hectic. But since we have the best friends EVER it got done!
Hold on, did I mention before that I was pregnant! Yes, this poor second child. I was 20 weeks pregnant before we even came up for air. Oh, and that Friday jan 6th we had a doctors appointment to find out that we were having a baby BOY!!!! Much to his big sister's disappointment since she had already named her baby "sister" Pretty Rose Feather.
So here we are. Living in Franklin, 37 weeks pregnant and trusting God amidst the chaos. Baby boy is healthy (and big!) and Dave's new job is going extremely well. We miss our friends in Memphis terribly but have been so blessed by family and friends here in Franklin. There are some very exciting things in our family's near future and I hope to be better about documenting it all. More to come!Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-59321267921126152642011-09-01T16:08:00.007-05:002011-09-01T17:28:26.262-05:00School DazeWhat happened to time? Where did it go? How did preschool sneak up on us? Today was Emily's first day of preschool. Granted, she is starting early, but still. Long story short, I wanted Emily to have a few days a week to be away from me, learning to sit still, listening to a teacher, playing with others, etc. And to be honest I was looking forward to a little free time myself. Like you know, time to use the bathrom by myself, and maybe do the grocery shopping without having to say "No" 100 times. But because the school cut-off in TN is Sept. 30th Emily was going to be put in the 2 year old class at almost every school I called. Boo. :( However, Collierville Presbyterian Day School has a December 30th cut-off and so she is in their 3yr old class! It worked out perfectly. It is less than a mile from the house and she'll only go 2 days a week from 9:15-2:15. The school is really small, which I like. There are only 4 classes in the whole school (Two 3yr old classes, a 4yr old class, and a Pre-K), there are only 6 kids in her class with one teacher, Miss Beth. And she's learning more 3yr old stuff like letters and counting, things a 2 yr old class wouldn't. And since this school is one of the only ones with a late cut-off, there are other younger kids in her class. She isn't even the youngest. It's just perfect! She is very, VERY excited to go to "chool" as she calls it. And surprisingly, I was really excited too! I got a little sad last night, but this morning neither one of us cried! Whoop! Whoop!
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<br />And now you know what's coming. Yup. I was THAT mom. As much grief as I gave my mom for making us take that stupid "First day of school" picture year after year, now it begins for Emily. So here is our big girl, all grown up (as she would say "Growed up").
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<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMH-ES_Uz64/Tl_4NbLzh0I/AAAAAAAACg0/ssho9zoDFaM/s1600/IMG_1516.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647505367265150786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMH-ES_Uz64/Tl_4NbLzh0I/AAAAAAAACg0/ssho9zoDFaM/s400/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of the perks to this school is that our good friend Chloe is there too! I am really good friends with her mom and we are use to seeing Chloe often. Her older brother Austin went here 2 years ago which is actually how I learned of it. She'll be 4 in December so she's in the 4 year old class. But they see each other on the playground for an hour each day. Apparently they're going to give their teachers a run for their money. Today they we playing "dead" and burying each other in the sand. Ooops! That would be our girls.
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<br />Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-59367919992284674902011-08-25T20:35:00.002-05:002011-08-25T21:02:14.398-05:00The Power of PrayerOver the past several months Emily's imagination has totally taken off and I'm amazed everyday at what that little mind of hers comes up with. I've been meaning to start a "Funny things Emily says" regular post. But the trouble with a 2 year old is you're so busy keeping up with them that you don't have time to post all the funny things they say! So here's tofay's installment. And I promise to be more diligent in the coming months.
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<br />Now, the reason for the title about prayer was today's toddler moment. While shopping today Emily found a cute set of newborn nightgowns. The conversation went something like this:
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<br />Emily: Awe, these are cute.
<br />Me: Well, Emily, those are for little bitty babies.
<br />Emily: Mommy, I want us to have a tiny baby.
<br />Me: Well, maybe you should ask Jesus for a baby.
<br />Emily: (Immediately sits down under the rack and folds her little hands) Jesus, please can I have a baby sister? Amen.
<br />Me: (tears in my eyes)
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<br />Emily: Mommy, we need to tell Jesus about the Veggie Tales movie and the Lolly-pops.
<br />Me: Baby, I'm sure He knows, Jesus can see everything.
<br />Emily: But we <em>still</em> need to tell Him about <em>everyting</em> (Misspelling intentional)
<br />Me: OK. "Jesus, thank you for today, thank you for our time together and for the Veggie Tales movie. I'm so grateful for my sweet baby girl who has been <em>soooo</em> good today." (With a little wink to the backseat) "Amen."
<br />Emily: No Mommy, we need to ask Him for a baby, remember.
<br />Me: Ok, "Jesus, please send us a baby sister for Emily."
<br />Emily: No, Mommy. Jesus is going to give us TWO babies.
<br />Me: (trying not to swerve off the road) No, ma'am. How about we just ask for one baby.
<br />Emily: No. A baby brother AND a baby sister.
<br />Me: Well, Em, babies are hard work. Let's just ask for one baby.
<br />Emily: No mommy. You just have to try real hard. I know you could do it. You just gotta try real hard.
<br />Me: (Trying so hard not to laugh) Ok Em.
<br />Emily: No, Mommy you gotta ASK Jesus for two babies.
<br />Me: OK, here it goes. Jesus, please send us (choke) two babies and the grace to handle them!
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<br />So if in a few months you see a post that I've been committed, you will know that prayer works!
<br />Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-13128622725475121932011-08-21T19:51:00.006-05:002011-08-21T22:06:12.143-05:00Babies And Not So Baby Anymore!WARNING! Not for the faint of heart (aka, hormonal, sentimental, or otherwise likely to cry)
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<br />Babies, babies! Everywhere I look there are babies. Newly pregnant friends, just born babies, and soon to be born babies. Over the course of 4 days I had two friends have babies and 1 friend announce a pregnancy. Geesh! This weekend we traveled to Franklin for a baby shower for my sister-in-law, Leigh and soon to arrive, Baby Harper. It was a great night put together by some of Leigh's friends. Maw Maw, PaPa and Jacie came up from Alabama and all us grown up girls went out to dinner to celebrate.
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<br /><div>Before we headed back today we went by to see our friends Scott and Anne and their two girls Morgan (almost 2) and sweet new baby Ellen! There is nothing like holding a tiny, snugly, fresh from Heaven baby! We thought about just running off with her when Anne wasn't looking but since they know where we live we figured they'd find us eventually! :) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643476944456645042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKkvL8wJSig/TlGoYWxx-bI/AAAAAAAACe0/JpXXb-IlPas/s400/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" />Three days after Ellen graced this world with her presence, my sweet friend Tara welcomed her fourth (Yes, on purpose) child into this world. Meet baby Sophia Elise! So I did what any self-respecting friend would do. I cooked them dinner as a rouse to go over and snuggle their new baby for a bit! And in true 4th child form Sophia attended her first playdate at an amazing 8 days old and handled it like a champ. Although I have to admit, I've never seen grown women fight like that over anything before. We were stalking each other like ninjas just waiting to swoop in and steal her for a few minutes. There was never a prize so worthy.
<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643476936720158450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PPbYB6qeUc/TlGoX59QjvI/AAAAAAAACes/M1SeNnuvv_E/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" />And as I started thinking of all the new babies in my world, I got sort of sentimental over the not so babies in my world. Of course the most obvious was my own baby who reminds me daily that she is not a baby, she is a big girl. :( As she says, "I gonna be a big girl so I can go to chool!" And watching her with her cousin Rowan this weekend who is a mere 1 year younger than her, I realized just how much they grow up in 1 short year.
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<br /><div>And big girls just keep getting bigger. Upon her arrival Jacie quickly reminded us that she started High School last week. Eeeek! I know this was more startling for Dave who remembers her as a baby, but I just have her locked in my head the way I met her, as Dave's baby cousin. It seems like just yesterday she was the flower girl in our wedding six short years ago.
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<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643500181746043794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWQ0DRKlkJY/TlG9g8bTS5I/AAAAAAAACgM/OTOQ9n8hi5k/s400/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" />Now she is a green-eyed knock out with 4 brand new pair of Miss-Me jeans and cowboy boots, courtesy of her Make-A-Wish shopping spree. You might remember that Jacie has juvenile rheumatoid arthritis and had a pretty hard fight just a few years ago. But like any southern girl, she kicked it's butt! At 14 she has been through more than any kid should have to go through, but boy! Have she ever come out better and more beautiful on the other side of all that!
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<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-KMqr8yzIU/TlG8plTr50I/AAAAAAAACfs/U0IZoMZpqys/s1600/Jacie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643499230647281474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-KMqr8yzIU/TlG8plTr50I/AAAAAAAACfs/U0IZoMZpqys/s400/Jacie.jpg" border="0" /></a> I couldn't help but think how fast her next four years are going to go as she finishes High School and heads off to college. And I couldn't help but think that because this week my baby sister moved into her dorm at San Francisco State University. (Ok, break out the tissues) I honestly cannot believe she is already grown and living on her own. I give my mom a hard time about the monsoon she created when she dropped Alyssa off, but truth be known, I've shed a few tears myself. I'm so excited for all she has ahead of her, and so proud of her for trying out for their cheer leading team next week. She's jumping in with both feet and I know she will succeed. But it brings back so many emotions of leaving behind good friends to start a new adventure myself 11 long years ago. Literally that was a lifetime ago! Here she is getting her first "Big Girl Bed"
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<br /><div>And now her "Big Girl Bed" is hundreds of miles from home, surrounded by suitcases and strangers. OMG.
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<br /><p>And now I'm going to go sneak into Emily's room and give her 10 more kisses goodnight while her big girl bed is still in my house! </p>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-38846075828649681722011-07-24T21:23:00.006-05:002011-07-24T21:44:00.977-05:00It's 5 O' Clock Somewhere<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZg_kQQkViU/TizV3IRTETI/AAAAAAAACek/NPqQEMQm3B8/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112377023205682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZg_kQQkViU/TizV3IRTETI/AAAAAAAACek/NPqQEMQm3B8/s400/IMG_1283.JPG" border="0" /></a> This weekend we had the privilege of visiting our good friends Jeremy & Lindsey at their boat house on Center Hill Lake. What a great time! Big shout out to Grandma Jamie & Grand-Dude for keeping little bit for us so we could have some grown-up time. Dave was excited. Really, REALLY, excited!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFSDLVhWYf0/TizV21tF2JI/AAAAAAAACec/zc-Er4fKsnU/s1600/IMG_1276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112372039506066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFSDLVhWYf0/TizV21tF2JI/AAAAAAAACec/zc-Er4fKsnU/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" /></a> And we're on the boat! The view was amazing, perfect day.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mS1ZsWm7_uI/TizVmcYQ1OI/AAAAAAAACeU/CftgFpQ-1lM/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112090363352290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mS1ZsWm7_uI/TizVmcYQ1OI/AAAAAAAACeU/CftgFpQ-1lM/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me & the Hubs<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8a9psRWNu8E/TizVmCjU4gI/AAAAAAAACeM/7VYWUm9mUp0/s1600/IMG_1277.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112083430433282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8a9psRWNu8E/TizVmCjU4gI/AAAAAAAACeM/7VYWUm9mUp0/s400/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IHdJroLSJA/TizVl3yi_nI/AAAAAAAACeE/oB-ptJviWI4/s1600/IMG_1279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112080541482610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4IHdJroLSJA/TizVl3yi_nI/AAAAAAAACeE/oB-ptJviWI4/s400/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dave barely waited for the boat to stop before he was in the water.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoR0EGYJfJw/TizVl7CraGI/AAAAAAAACd8/dP7EbWsqYTs/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112081414449250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoR0EGYJfJw/TizVl7CraGI/AAAAAAAACd8/dP7EbWsqYTs/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our gracious hosts.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrUcGLbZY9k/TizVLi3hxCI/AAAAAAAACd0/khZOMwE3LH8/s1600/IMG_1280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633111628248630306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrUcGLbZY9k/TizVLi3hxCI/AAAAAAAACd0/khZOMwE3LH8/s400/IMG_1280.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy boy<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3ksOr5fdzU/TizVLU89ooI/AAAAAAAACds/87n-Ia5dbLE/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633111624513331842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3ksOr5fdzU/TizVLU89ooI/AAAAAAAACds/87n-Ia5dbLE/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wait... What? Smile? Huh?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGlijCg8LIo/TizVLPdl-sI/AAAAAAAACdk/bq3c9jKdW8c/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633111623039580866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGlijCg8LIo/TizVLPdl-sI/AAAAAAAACdk/bq3c9jKdW8c/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" border="0" /></a> Take two<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtcXMeoVOW0/TizVKyVUA-I/AAAAAAAACdc/maTd3rcSjcU/s1600/IMG_1293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633111615220220898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtcXMeoVOW0/TizVKyVUA-I/AAAAAAAACdc/maTd3rcSjcU/s400/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOvGvzv4sc4/TizUnscU-_I/AAAAAAAACdU/gnrfEMMxRi4/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633111012343610354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOvGvzv4sc4/TizUnscU-_I/AAAAAAAACdU/gnrfEMMxRi4/s400/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qp14LXeJ0Aw/TizUnRBAG0I/AAAAAAAACdM/9OtfLTRQnLA/s1600/IMG_1295.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633111004981238594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qp14LXeJ0Aw/TizUnRBAG0I/AAAAAAAACdM/9OtfLTRQnLA/s400/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" /></a> Fuzzy.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvDUb-boMHU/TizUnF9GFvI/AAAAAAAACdE/qbl9Jy65uj4/s1600/IMG_1296.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633111002012063474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvDUb-boMHU/TizUnF9GFvI/AAAAAAAACdE/qbl9Jy65uj4/s400/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" /></a> Group shot<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvr499DHF8g/TizUm0k4zWI/AAAAAAAACc8/ZAXmKnA_bgI/s1600/IMG_1298.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633110997347126626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvr499DHF8g/TizUm0k4zWI/AAAAAAAACc8/ZAXmKnA_bgI/s400/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of my favorite gals!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36AG8KQ7JMc/TizUQkCJzVI/AAAAAAAACc0/SWk9qEUj63I/s1600/IMG_1300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633110614949350738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-36AG8KQ7JMc/TizUQkCJzVI/AAAAAAAACc0/SWk9qEUj63I/s400/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rl3ESsZLjUY/TizUQdKkGsI/AAAAAAAACcs/N2RYOQb58KE/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633110613105580738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rl3ESsZLjUY/TizUQdKkGsI/AAAAAAAACcs/N2RYOQb58KE/s400/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" /></a> Taking it easy. Nice hat Lindsey!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTxi3J_KDNw/TizUQYcjw_I/AAAAAAAACck/Phaiockb5dE/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633110611838878706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTxi3J_KDNw/TizUQYcjw_I/AAAAAAAACck/Phaiockb5dE/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dave had to take a quick trip on the kayak before we headed home. I let him tow me around on the float for a bit. You know, to make him feel special. Just for his sake, really. ;)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtxkkWxpLK4/TizUP-h4suI/AAAAAAAACcc/8jwielWTL5s/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633110604881900258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtxkkWxpLK4/TizUP-h4suI/AAAAAAAACcc/8jwielWTL5s/s400/IMG_1305.JPG" border="0" /></a> We had an awesome time. Thanks so much to Jeremy & Lindsey for being such great hosts and even better friends. We love you guys. Hope to be back soon!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-61539345813873880612011-07-20T12:46:00.008-05:002011-07-20T13:48:14.435-05:00Family & Fun in CaliforniaWow, if you're still reading these, thanks! We had two awesome weeks in California this June. But between Alyssa's graduation, the marathon, and Sea World, we did have some time just to hang out & play! The weather was GORGEOUS! I mean really gorgeous. It never got above 78 degrees and most days it didn't hit 70! Crazy even for California that time of year. But it made for some great trips to the park!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8XDAn70Ojc/TicdWb6Y0GI/AAAAAAAACb0/zCCCCzjyoHk/s1600/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631502130337075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8XDAn70Ojc/TicdWb6Y0GI/AAAAAAAACb0/zCCCCzjyoHk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a> My crazy little monkey!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK0ZTHrhLIA/TicdWA0uVKI/AAAAAAAACbs/A1z3n3yQga0/s1600/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631502123065562274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK0ZTHrhLIA/TicdWA0uVKI/AAAAAAAACbs/A1z3n3yQga0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> I have no idea where she gets it from!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta4cuTNfAIc/Ticc72fRlUI/AAAAAAAACbk/qSJoVb9gxEA/s1600/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501673614644546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta4cuTNfAIc/Ticc72fRlUI/AAAAAAAACbk/qSJoVb9gxEA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a> We met Uncle Chris for lunch one day. Emily took special attention to get ready. :)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkSxQ4dHhQY/Ticc7sU2XmI/AAAAAAAACbc/C9dbPccrqCY/s1600/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501670886563426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkSxQ4dHhQY/Ticc7sU2XmI/AAAAAAAACbc/C9dbPccrqCY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a> Thanks to my awesome mom for giving me the opportunity to sneak away a few times to visit with friends over coffee or a hike. Where did they go? Oh, the park of course!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ojphu709I/Ticc7aWLzhI/AAAAAAAACbU/trTXO0F-fm8/s1600/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501666060324370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ojphu709I/Ticc7aWLzhI/AAAAAAAACbU/trTXO0F-fm8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOSoLWQ0l24/Ticc7IrWtkI/AAAAAAAACbM/CABAqlhFfBY/s1600/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501661317281346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOSoLWQ0l24/Ticc7IrWtkI/AAAAAAAACbM/CABAqlhFfBY/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sidebar: Is this my baby? Why does she look so grown up?!?!? Ugh!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-eOLZ66AUs/TiccqbVCbdI/AAAAAAAACbE/halRhgWHGeU/s1600/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501374266174930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-eOLZ66AUs/TiccqbVCbdI/AAAAAAAACbE/halRhgWHGeU/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a> Her and Grandma were working on their communication skills.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7_j6yStN_o/TiccqKeLCyI/AAAAAAAACa8/2GmsUZ3M3gs/s1600/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501369741085474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7_j6yStN_o/TiccqKeLCyI/AAAAAAAACa8/2GmsUZ3M3gs/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a> On the day before we left it got up to 78 degrees. Still not quite hot enough to go to the beach but we did sneak in a little time at the pool. It was super cold though.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-8Rh0YFhD0/Ticcp4kFpsI/AAAAAAAACa0/y7KNy5S1wZ8/s1600/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501364934059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-8Rh0YFhD0/Ticcp4kFpsI/AAAAAAAACa0/y7KNy5S1wZ8/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /></a> My big kid jumped in over, and over, and over again! No fear!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501098990676978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7aQcAmMEsI/TiccaZ2Pq_I/AAAAAAAACak/3HXdd6Xab54/s400/12.jpg" border="0" />Ok Grandpa, no directing from those who are not willing to actually get in the pool!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLajubxeq7E/TiccptufurI/AAAAAAAACas/U3HloyCAhg4/s1600/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501362024921778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLajubxeq7E/TiccptufurI/AAAAAAAACas/U3HloyCAhg4/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /></a> Thanks to Grandma for getting these great action shots! She was a constant moving target.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdwylro6N0I/TiccZgkLR7I/AAAAAAAACac/JBvrpMjnf8k/s1600/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501083614070706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdwylro6N0I/TiccZgkLR7I/AAAAAAAACac/JBvrpMjnf8k/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu0yOscZMmg/TiccZjWqeaI/AAAAAAAACaU/-7oO_GrUFFU/s1600/14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501084362701218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu0yOscZMmg/TiccZjWqeaI/AAAAAAAACaU/-7oO_GrUFFU/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /></a> My Favorite picture of the entire trip I think!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aI_SZjebzM0/TiccZM5UVAI/AAAAAAAACaM/1j6SzYFC_Xk/s1600/15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631501078334034946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aI_SZjebzM0/TiccZM5UVAI/AAAAAAAACaM/1j6SzYFC_Xk/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mommy's sweet girl!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoHjyjq9cXI/TiccFdKdCyI/AAAAAAAACaE/JNQmvfh3i1M/s1600/16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500739103492898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoHjyjq9cXI/TiccFdKdCyI/AAAAAAAACaE/JNQmvfh3i1M/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /></a> Teeth chattering, she was still smiling.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKdoAlNd33k/TiccFNSVmCI/AAAAAAAACZ8/oAyV9wk3AVQ/s1600/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500734841591842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKdoAlNd33k/TiccFNSVmCI/AAAAAAAACZ8/oAyV9wk3AVQ/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyIMbh1A7CA/TiccE390LuI/AAAAAAAACZ0/T7EPJCPZdQ0/s1600/18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500729118371554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyIMbh1A7CA/TiccE390LuI/AAAAAAAACZ0/T7EPJCPZdQ0/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /></a> She was showing Grandma Dee her Baby Dinosaur impersonation. ROAR!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nObgu8YjLSQ/TiccEnJjcSI/AAAAAAAACZs/w-gZd38HCik/s1600/19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500724604203298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nObgu8YjLSQ/TiccEnJjcSI/AAAAAAAACZs/w-gZd38HCik/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /></a> Like I said, it was pretty cold so before too long we ended up in the hot tub.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJOUFtUC4vU/Ticb3hEoh9I/AAAAAAAACZk/gr-qhD6oW-c/s1600/20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500499634653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJOUFtUC4vU/Ticb3hEoh9I/AAAAAAAACZk/gr-qhD6oW-c/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /></a> After Uncle Chris got home from work we met us at the park. I think he might be her favorite person ever.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AukVqtnxxZI/Ticb3jEH7jI/AAAAAAAACZc/UR6isa8hZXE/s1600/21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500500169387570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AukVqtnxxZI/Ticb3jEH7jI/AAAAAAAACZc/UR6isa8hZXE/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orAkFHqgEu0/Ticb21_QEtI/AAAAAAAACZM/RvXddw4NxFg/s1600/23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500488069354194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orAkFHqgEu0/Ticb21_QEtI/AAAAAAAACZM/RvXddw4NxFg/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /></a> Monkey!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETQGDP8XWvA/TicbpOiyiJI/AAAAAAAACZE/qanf-HP0ecY/s1600/24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500254142695570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETQGDP8XWvA/TicbpOiyiJI/AAAAAAAACZE/qanf-HP0ecY/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /></a> I really have no idea where she gets it from!?!? <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONIphZb2xwM/Ticbo2s9c5I/AAAAAAAACY8/SqrK_9IV3Xs/s1600/25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500247742903186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONIphZb2xwM/Ticbo2s9c5I/AAAAAAAACY8/SqrK_9IV3Xs/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /></a>My beautiful sister-in-love, Holly, and Uncle Chris. Sweet goodbyes.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ6IOQbk1PM/Ticb3IuwXHI/AAAAAAAACZU/tgwfGH54F8Y/s1600/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500493100440690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQ6IOQbk1PM/Ticb3IuwXHI/AAAAAAAACZU/tgwfGH54F8Y/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /></a> One more picture with Grandma and Grandpa.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25w5apXAN8Y/TicboSAFu3I/AAAAAAAACY0/YtwjDZKYbJc/s1600/26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500237891025778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25w5apXAN8Y/TicboSAFu3I/AAAAAAAACY0/YtwjDZKYbJc/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /></a> And after 2 weeks in California this pretty much sums up how we felt! Time to come home to Daddy!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u44-qtGGP-4/TicboCMJw_I/AAAAAAAACYs/h1zm-tH1SSE/s1600/27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631500233646654450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u44-qtGGP-4/TicboCMJw_I/AAAAAAAACYs/h1zm-tH1SSE/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-74186652096761611162011-07-20T11:00:00.010-05:002011-07-20T12:43:26.009-05:00Sea World: Shamu, Sharks, and StarfishYou can't go to San Diego without going to Sea World. Especially when you're 2! I think as much as I was looking forward to the race, I was looking forward to taking Emily to Sea World more. I just knew my little animal lover would be over the moon. And she was. While us grown ups were weary from the race the day before, Emily was rearing to go.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jr0DhrmXQfw/TicHslVl-WI/AAAAAAAACYk/yBMEaSaPKwg/s1600/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631478321568414050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jr0DhrmXQfw/TicHslVl-WI/AAAAAAAACYk/yBMEaSaPKwg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Emily loves her Uncle Chris and Aunt Holly. They were so awesome to take an extra day off work to stay & play with us. And yes, this picture is blurry, but that's kind how we felt at this point.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTLLl5YQ79M/TicHiMLPhoI/AAAAAAAACYc/eozQJ7FIb3c/s1600/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631478143015421570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTLLl5YQ79M/TicHiMLPhoI/AAAAAAAACYc/eozQJ7FIb3c/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> First thing we went to see Shamu. The sheer joy and awe on her face was priceless!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbL-C1VPk-0/TicHhklizSI/AAAAAAAACYU/CkR19Bx6Av8/s1600/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631478132388318498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbL-C1VPk-0/TicHhklizSI/AAAAAAAACYU/CkR19Bx6Av8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcEICA3DHc4/TicHhoXNsoI/AAAAAAAACYM/6_qhaPnyies/s1600/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631478133401956994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcEICA3DHc4/TicHhoXNsoI/AAAAAAAACYM/6_qhaPnyies/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Love that my toddler was almost nose to nose with Shamu. So cool!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srp4d1uq1xk/TicHhV8K8vI/AAAAAAAACYE/2pJ-nlBW_nw/s1600/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631478128456692466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-srp4d1uq1xk/TicHhV8K8vI/AAAAAAAACYE/2pJ-nlBW_nw/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39tGfAol5Sk/TicHR0zVjCI/AAAAAAAACX8/lPYD6DLUH6I/s1600/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477861863230498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39tGfAol5Sk/TicHR0zVjCI/AAAAAAAACX8/lPYD6DLUH6I/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a> The whole gang waiting for the Shamu: One World show to start.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnMSufSz5LU/TicHRUuKu_I/AAAAAAAACX0/G5fk6cxxOd0/s1600/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477853251615730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnMSufSz5LU/TicHRUuKu_I/AAAAAAAACX0/G5fk6cxxOd0/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a> We had amazing seats! Front and center.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXFBalcfyk8/TicHQ5wEjiI/AAAAAAAACXs/Yfo4H4x_Emk/s1600/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477846011842082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXFBalcfyk8/TicHQ5wEjiI/AAAAAAAACXs/Yfo4H4x_Emk/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuGzi1rseWQ/TicHQtDC1kI/AAAAAAAACXk/E37F_ZmWjmc/s1600/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477842601760322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuGzi1rseWQ/TicHQtDC1kI/AAAAAAAACXk/E37F_ZmWjmc/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a> And front & center means WET! Major props to Grandma Dee for snapping this shot and hiding the camera in her purse before the tidal wave hit.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLknrFReg44/TicHCMp2n9I/AAAAAAAACXc/yJnIHMO5GJE/s1600/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477593387999186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLknrFReg44/TicHCMp2n9I/AAAAAAAACXc/yJnIHMO5GJE/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /></a> Emily liked Shamu... until he got her soaking wet! She did NOT like that part. So Uncle Chris protected her.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOMMSRs7VE0/TicHB24n0lI/AAAAAAAACXU/bpXEDWuweiA/s1600/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477587544363602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOMMSRs7VE0/TicHB24n0lI/AAAAAAAACXU/bpXEDWuweiA/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /></a> Did I mention she was a big fan of Uncle Chris? He was amazing too, carrying her on his shoulders most of the day... after running 26.2 miles the day before. What a great Uncle!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOYvHxy_G60/TicHBTM6BLI/AAAAAAAACXM/7UaYI7h0Qz0/s1600/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477577965765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOYvHxy_G60/TicHBTM6BLI/AAAAAAAACXM/7UaYI7h0Qz0/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /></a> After Shamu we checked out the tide pools and the Starfish. My kid is afraid of nothing! She nearly jumped in.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEsVWoPs11Q/TicHBYe5LzI/AAAAAAAACXE/Tpj2NO7x9Po/s1600/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477579383385906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEsVWoPs11Q/TicHBYe5LzI/AAAAAAAACXE/Tpj2NO7x9Po/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /></a> Next, the aquarium.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2UdZOe2l7U/TicGus_guMI/AAAAAAAACW8/0jL5XTpONMI/s1600/14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477258471389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2UdZOe2l7U/TicGus_guMI/AAAAAAAACW8/0jL5XTpONMI/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /></a> Love this pic! Like I said, watching the awe on her face was priceless!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRTlkHH1SBE/TicGuQL6SQI/AAAAAAAACW0/xmm-iYqtqIE/s1600/15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477250738768130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRTlkHH1SBE/TicGuQL6SQI/AAAAAAAACW0/xmm-iYqtqIE/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /></a> See a pattern here? Yep, more Uncle Chris.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBhtTLSQAMY/TicGuGnzJ8I/AAAAAAAACWs/S_YsnOwtAx0/s1600/16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477248171386818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBhtTLSQAMY/TicGuGnzJ8I/AAAAAAAACWs/S_YsnOwtAx0/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /></a> We may have all gone for Emily's sake, but the big kids had fun too!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq8I9rPs2C4/TicGt-j0DEI/AAAAAAAACWk/QCoyKZx8GCQ/s1600/16a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631477246007184450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jq8I9rPs2C4/TicGt-j0DEI/AAAAAAAACWk/QCoyKZx8GCQ/s400/16a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Id1hIYt7yAM/TicGfTtT-2I/AAAAAAAACWc/9OChfP2Hck0/s1600/16b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476993986132834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Id1hIYt7yAM/TicGfTtT-2I/AAAAAAAACWc/9OChfP2Hck0/s400/16b.jpg" border="0" /></a> After lunch we went to the Dolphin show. We learned our lesson though after Shamu and sat way back, OUT of the soak zone.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqJcgH_5NIQ/TicGexECP9I/AAAAAAAACWU/nrn4KTmvuvQ/s1600/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476984686198738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqJcgH_5NIQ/TicGexECP9I/AAAAAAAACWU/nrn4KTmvuvQ/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eda5SAsCfq4/TicGeuFbW6I/AAAAAAAACWM/Zj_JbuSKSRA/s1600/18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476983886732194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eda5SAsCfq4/TicGeuFbW6I/AAAAAAAACWM/Zj_JbuSKSRA/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVqjCBdr0X8/TicGeoqrQhI/AAAAAAAACWE/K93mMgujMcM/s1600/19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476982432350738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVqjCBdr0X8/TicGeoqrQhI/AAAAAAAACWE/K93mMgujMcM/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeu1hIViHv8/TicGRAz92-I/AAAAAAAACV8/IAnl15giuN0/s1600/20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476748395600866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeu1hIViHv8/TicGRAz92-I/AAAAAAAACV8/IAnl15giuN0/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /></a> In preparation for our trip Emily and I spent a lot of time on the Sea World website checking out the exhibits via short videos. The one I was looking most forward to was the Shark Encounter. They had this people-mover type belt that went through a tunnel under the sharks. It only took 90 seconds to get from one side to the other so that people didn't stop and hold up the line. I have to admit, I would have been that person. I could have rode that stupid belt all day. It was so cool!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZQqbjAVeE/TicGQm528hI/AAAAAAAACV0/HuQy3_W6GUM/s1600/21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476741440991762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZQqbjAVeE/TicGQm528hI/AAAAAAAACV0/HuQy3_W6GUM/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uuUFTLGtj-w/TicGQldzTuI/AAAAAAAACVs/F2lVza6OV7A/s1600/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476741054877410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uuUFTLGtj-w/TicGQldzTuI/AAAAAAAACVs/F2lVza6OV7A/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60Xj-B8H11w/TicGQbzdljI/AAAAAAAACVk/olj_17JqO6U/s1600/23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476738461374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60Xj-B8H11w/TicGQbzdljI/AAAAAAAACVk/olj_17JqO6U/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /></a> By the early afternoon Chris and Holly had to head back home to get ready for work the next day. But the rest of us stayed behind. I mean, there were still rides to ride! <br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H-v0Sx9om0/TicF8_F3bfI/AAAAAAAACVc/3gxqt0G0z1Q/s1600/24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476404336422386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H-v0Sx9om0/TicF8_F3bfI/AAAAAAAACVc/3gxqt0G0z1Q/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yep, that's my "Try not to throw-up" face. Mommy doesn't do tea-cups.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mflh82A5OwY/TicF8WJsapI/AAAAAAAACVU/yRmY77dfV4I/s1600/25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476393346624146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mflh82A5OwY/TicF8WJsapI/AAAAAAAACVU/yRmY77dfV4I/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /></a> This ride was only slightly less nausea inducing.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfCrZMke0-s/TicF8N_XHZI/AAAAAAAACVM/lglRemWKWu0/s1600/26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476391155801490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfCrZMke0-s/TicF8N_XHZI/AAAAAAAACVM/lglRemWKWu0/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ah, the things we do for our children. For the record we even waited an extra turn so that Emily could ride in "the pink one!"<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjrmuiooMpI/TicF7xAvSyI/AAAAAAAACVE/rzqze4qIqNI/s1600/27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476383376952098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjrmuiooMpI/TicF7xAvSyI/AAAAAAAACVE/rzqze4qIqNI/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /></a> Thankfully Aunt Alyssa came to my rescue and rode the 3rd and final ride with her.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwq4JpR0OOQ/TicFrZT6b5I/AAAAAAAACU8/u7ZKskdVKPQ/s1600/28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476102137016210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwq4JpR0OOQ/TicFrZT6b5I/AAAAAAAACU8/u7ZKskdVKPQ/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /></a> Before we left the big kids had to ride one more ride. My Dad might have acted like he didn't want to be there, it was too expensive, too hot, yada yada. But looks who's smiling!</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrVVMPX91BY/TicFrRINzrI/AAAAAAAACU0/IjZehj9R0Vg/s1600/29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476099940470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrVVMPX91BY/TicFrRINzrI/AAAAAAAACU0/IjZehj9R0Vg/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /></a> And laughing!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG8Z3EC_oEk/TicFq_iqIjI/AAAAAAAACUs/wHRy48NVQqo/s1600/30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476095219540530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG8Z3EC_oEk/TicFq_iqIjI/AAAAAAAACUs/wHRy48NVQqo/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /></a> And we couldn't leave Sea World without a few souvenirs. Pink sweatshirt from Mommy and Shamu puppet courtesy of Grandma Dee & Grandpa. One happy girl.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEvFlimLFY/TicFqz7E0qI/AAAAAAAACUk/U7ZSn_zUHHI/s1600/31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631476092100727458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEvFlimLFY/TicFqz7E0qI/AAAAAAAACUk/U7ZSn_zUHHI/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /></a> And this little girl went ZZZzzzzzzzz... All the way home!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-31011798797977921792011-07-20T09:32:00.010-05:002011-07-20T10:54:53.082-05:00On Your Mark, Get Set, GO!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFaZ1Gcr7tE/Tibs__eycbI/AAAAAAAACUc/VWW6SfBjoNk/s1600/0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448968189866418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFaZ1Gcr7tE/Tibs__eycbI/AAAAAAAACUc/VWW6SfBjoNk/s400/0.jpg" border="0" /></a> A few days after Alyssa's graduation the whole family (Minus Dave, sniff, tear) drove down to San Diego for the Rock N' Roll Marathon. Let's back up a little bit. I'm a huge Biggest Loser fan, pun intended. Back in December I watched the Biggest Loser finalists run a full marathon. I thought to myself, if they can do it so can I. But I knew I couldn't pull this off without some help. My brother and I had recently talked about wanting to run a race together some day so I emailed him. Of course he wasn't going to let his big sister accomplish something without him so sibling rivalry forced him to agree. I sent him the links to info about a few races in CA. The Rock N' Roll San Diego Marathon happened to be a few days after Alyssa's graduation which I knew would put me in CA anyway. So it just seemed perfect. We signed up and started training. After 6 months of training and mountains of trash-talk, the race was finally here! We all got special race shirts made. Mine said "I may not win but at least I'll beat my brother." You can guess what his said. And our faithful cheerleaders even had team shirts made. With Alyssa officially a HS graduate, we were off!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7cX3qC7yFw/Tibs_lzFPdI/AAAAAAAACUU/LJErCkPfRB0/s1600/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448961295662546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7cX3qC7yFw/Tibs_lzFPdI/AAAAAAAACUU/LJErCkPfRB0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luckily this is how Emily spent most of the trip!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va99rYpKoAU/Tibs_eYlr5I/AAAAAAAACUM/n5RxbbAXWqc/s1600/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448959305494418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va99rYpKoAU/Tibs_eYlr5I/AAAAAAAACUM/n5RxbbAXWqc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> At the expo center. We have our race packets and we're ready!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNgbVDPPM2E/Tibs_M8g6wI/AAAAAAAACUE/v1NpI1kT514/s1600/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448954624338690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNgbVDPPM2E/Tibs_M8g6wI/AAAAAAAACUE/v1NpI1kT514/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a> We arrived the day before early enough to enjoy some of the sights San Diego has to offer. Lunch on the pier.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiXrC_RDV48/TibspsduKWI/AAAAAAAACT8/NfEwzlSC6eQ/s1600/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448585127995746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiXrC_RDV48/TibspsduKWI/AAAAAAAACT8/NfEwzlSC6eQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pre-Race dinner at the Soup Plantation. Emily enjoyed some ice cream and made some new friends...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jd1ox24Fods/TibsohSibsI/AAAAAAAACT0/PQRgYsihXt0/s1600/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448564948430530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jd1ox24Fods/TibsohSibsI/AAAAAAAACT0/PQRgYsihXt0/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a> The little boy at the next table gave her this little love letter before we left. He was about 4 and wrote her name, but when we asked Emily what her note said she replied, "It says, Emily Jean listen to your Mommy!" I could not have agreed more!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GyO7yWZlLk/TibsoF8PAGI/AAAAAAAACTs/d5F7DSJwJLQ/s1600/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448557607125090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GyO7yWZlLk/TibsoF8PAGI/AAAAAAAACTs/d5F7DSJwJLQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a> Race day began at 4am. Yikes! Here we are at QualComm Stadium catching the trolley to the start.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6uOuY_HCE/TibsnupacOI/AAAAAAAACTk/zbmTViEyCsM/s1600/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448551354167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6uOuY_HCE/TibsnupacOI/AAAAAAAACTk/zbmTViEyCsM/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a> My Dad picked this seat all on his own. Sometimes he makes it too easy!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qRL4kRnLMs/TibsYUmk8EI/AAAAAAAACTc/8LEdgmvr9Qw/s1600/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448286664912962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qRL4kRnLMs/TibsYUmk8EI/AAAAAAAACTc/8LEdgmvr9Qw/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a> Even Aunt Alyssa was up and at 'em! And on Emily duty.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g12er0sEN6A/TibsX4Bdj7I/AAAAAAAACTU/ptuGL6DW1D4/s1600/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448278993047474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g12er0sEN6A/TibsX4Bdj7I/AAAAAAAACTU/ptuGL6DW1D4/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dad and Holly are waiting for us at the 7 mile mark. They are pumped!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDVPqpOHqww/TibsXU2Hm1I/AAAAAAAACTM/umgPw5bAv2U/s1600/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448269550230354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDVPqpOHqww/TibsXU2Hm1I/AAAAAAAACTM/umgPw5bAv2U/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /></a> After a Starbucks stop Aunt Alyssa is a happy girl!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27xfei4w4_c/TibsXblo5yI/AAAAAAAACTE/_FfQiuLIJb8/s1600/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448271360157474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27xfei4w4_c/TibsXblo5yI/AAAAAAAACTE/_FfQiuLIJb8/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /></a> Not really sure what that face is? But it's cute!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NN-lzrbJ4w/TibsInyaA1I/AAAAAAAACS8/4TWPgm6Y7r0/s1600/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448016936895314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NN-lzrbJ4w/TibsInyaA1I/AAAAAAAACS8/4TWPgm6Y7r0/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /></a> Emily was the cutest cheerleader on the course, encouraging not only Mommy and Uncle Chris, but anyone else who wanted a high five!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvRqwoQVBE8/TibsIQ4duKI/AAAAAAAACS0/2RbmUzgYU_E/s1600/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448010788288674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvRqwoQVBE8/TibsIQ4duKI/AAAAAAAACS0/2RbmUzgYU_E/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here we come! Big hugs to get us through to the finish! I have to tell you just how much it meant to me and Chris to have our family there to support us! It was awesome thinking, just a few more miles then we'll see them at mile 7, then mile 14, then the finish line.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vLozOsC4f0/TibsIGdKyPI/AAAAAAAACSs/WQnccYRAz8c/s1600/14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448007989446898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vLozOsC4f0/TibsIGdKyPI/AAAAAAAACSs/WQnccYRAz8c/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /></a> Not sure what mile marker this was, probably near 7 or 8.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyHjwPw8UkU/TibsIEBC7MI/AAAAAAAACSk/ZksDM8Tuc6I/s1600/15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631448007334620354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyHjwPw8UkU/TibsIEBC7MI/AAAAAAAACSk/ZksDM8Tuc6I/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /></a> I know this picture was taken during the first half of the race somewhere because we both still look happy. :)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_9Iauyz6LI/Tibr4epytWI/AAAAAAAACSc/mkQq4jRF52M/s1600/16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447739606938978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_9Iauyz6LI/Tibr4epytWI/AAAAAAAACSc/mkQq4jRF52M/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /></a> At about mile marker 15 Chris and I parted ways. Honestly it was the thing I had thought about and dreaded the most. What if he's faster? I don't want to hold him back. What if I'm faster? I don't want to leave him. I really had envisioned us crossing the finish line together. But I had under-estimated the advantage I had training in Hades, I mean Memphis, and pushing a jogging stroller for any training run 8 miles long or shorter. I was trying to hang back with him, but Chris knew it and told me to go ahead. So we ran the last half of the race individually. It was way harder because there was no conversation to distract myself, no one to push me. I ended up having conversations in my head like this, "No legs, you are not tired. You are muscles and you will do what I tell you. And we are NOT tired." And of course lying to myself, "You feel great. You feel GREAT!" It was a long 11.2 mlies. This is me coming down the home stretch. Only 0.2 miles to go!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffbq11hHswA/Tibr4WqzPUI/AAAAAAAACSU/pGxdVGMUyJQ/s1600/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447737463684418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffbq11hHswA/Tibr4WqzPUI/AAAAAAAACSU/pGxdVGMUyJQ/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /></a> I know this looks like a smile but I think was actually more of a grimace.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onYWhxXYQtA/Tibr4JJ9kDI/AAAAAAAACSM/oh602utPQPo/s1600/18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447733836288050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onYWhxXYQtA/Tibr4JJ9kDI/AAAAAAAACSM/oh602utPQPo/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>And I made it! My official race time was 4 hours 36 minutes! <br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4WM9GeZjfw/Tibr39sohKI/AAAAAAAACSE/_bSGMalebts/s1600/19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447730760484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4WM9GeZjfw/Tibr39sohKI/AAAAAAAACSE/_bSGMalebts/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /></a> (The clock starts when the first runner starts. My corral started about 45 minutes after the first corral, hence the 5:14 on the clock)<br /></div><br /><div><br />WHOO HOO!!!!! I made it! <br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNVLUnScpLQ/TibrkMODV4I/AAAAAAAACR8/WeU1GwUoPgA/s1600/20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447391061366658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNVLUnScpLQ/TibrkMODV4I/AAAAAAAACR8/WeU1GwUoPgA/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was just before I started crying. Yes, crying. There are just so many chemicals and adrenaline running through your body at this point. It was overwhelming.<br /><br />And here comes my brother!!! He did great! So proud of him! (Red shirt, black hat backwards)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmalq_GTD_w/Tibrjw7P5sI/AAAAAAAACR0/zvTZktshRPo/s1600/21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447383734740674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmalq_GTD_w/Tibrjw7P5sI/AAAAAAAACR0/zvTZktshRPo/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's what happens after the race in 6 easy steps:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. Get medal & water<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2ftFFyRqqE/TibrjpokdvI/AAAAAAAACRs/I8y7RIyM2es/s1600/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447381777348338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2ftFFyRqqE/TibrjpokdvI/AAAAAAAACRs/I8y7RIyM2es/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /></a> 2. Take pictures & try not to look like you are about to throw up<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYkrbG-t4sw/TibrjSdL_1I/AAAAAAAACRk/4lXi9MzAkrM/s1600/23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631447375555592018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYkrbG-t4sw/TibrjSdL_1I/AAAAAAAACRk/4lXi9MzAkrM/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VgC2gI4SMo/TibqS9srMuI/AAAAAAAACRc/yrCRmv8ia-0/s1600/24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445995593872098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VgC2gI4SMo/TibqS9srMuI/AAAAAAAACRc/yrCRmv8ia-0/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /></a> 3. Stuff your face with salty carbs</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JaUJU5lbsbY/TibqSg_oe5I/AAAAAAAACRU/y2Q4tQ74oQ8/s1600/25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445987888757650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JaUJU5lbsbY/TibqSg_oe5I/AAAAAAAACRU/y2Q4tQ74oQ8/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /></a> 4.Take more pictures</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd3RyKFMvdM/TibqSWyCoEI/AAAAAAAACRM/O4kow72VXbs/s1600/26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445985147396162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd3RyKFMvdM/TibqSWyCoEI/AAAAAAAACRM/O4kow72VXbs/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbLCPkdlJHg/TibqSFSCV6I/AAAAAAAACRE/LnwXiJgobtg/s1600/27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445980449757090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QbLCPkdlJHg/TibqSFSCV6I/AAAAAAAACRE/LnwXiJgobtg/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /></a> 5. Get Dad to pay for a bike ride to the trolley stop.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vN4jEN1wzew/Tibp_dzHvcI/AAAAAAAACQ8/8yAt9Y60vP4/s1600/28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445660613459394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vN4jEN1wzew/Tibp_dzHvcI/AAAAAAAACQ8/8yAt9Y60vP4/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /></a> 6. Pass Out<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHZw1yDzH6k/Tibp_Ev4VDI/AAAAAAAACQ0/_-TmZJ-LQoU/s1600/29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445653888980018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHZw1yDzH6k/Tibp_Ev4VDI/AAAAAAAACQ0/_-TmZJ-LQoU/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After the race we all headed back to the hotel for a nap. I decided Chris and I needed to make a stop at the local running store to pick up some recovery drinks so we could move the next day (forgot my stuff at home). Holly was so sweet to offer to drive us to the store while Mom & Dad took Emily straight to the hotel for a nap. Well, let me just say, I love my sister-in-law. Like, LOVE her! Really. But if I thought I was going to die during the race, I knew I was going to die on the car ride home. Geesh! That chick is the craziest driver ever. All I could think was I survived the race, but I wasn't going to survive the ride home. OMG. Love you girl, but really. Slow down.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Recovery drink in hand we made it safely back at the hotel. After a 30 minute shower to rinse all the sweat off, a long nap, and a trip to the hot tub, we all went out to dinner to celebrate. Let me just say, I put down an entire steak by my self! Top sirloin never tasted so good. Yum!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aN-RbDBVmE/Tibp-99sPJI/AAAAAAAACQs/piat3f-mWBM/s1600/30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445652067859602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aN-RbDBVmE/Tibp-99sPJI/AAAAAAAACQs/piat3f-mWBM/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Thanks Dad for dinner. And many thanks to all our family who supported us. We love you guys!</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCQ5GWJ6nZ4/Tibp-kQVyZI/AAAAAAAACQk/KGp2sks8IB4/s1600/31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631445645166758290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCQ5GWJ6nZ4/Tibp-kQVyZI/AAAAAAAACQk/KGp2sks8IB4/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /></a> And just like that it was over! But since we were in San Diego we thought we'd stay another day and visit Sea World. Because that's what you want to do the day after a marathon. What were we thinking? Stay tuned...<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-21585052470805667532011-07-20T08:45:00.008-05:002011-07-20T09:18:19.595-05:00Alyssa's Graduation<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4Z5YG_jWjg/TibfDAbTtRI/AAAAAAAACQU/X1A5Ya3Z4ZE/s1600/senior%2Bpictures%2B025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433626820523282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4Z5YG_jWjg/TibfDAbTtRI/AAAAAAAACQU/X1A5Ya3Z4ZE/s400/senior%2Bpictures%2B025.jpg" border="0" /></a> My sweet baby sister is all grown up! June 2nd Alyssa graduated from Moorpark High School and Emily and I were able to be there for the big occasion. I can't believe my baby sister is going to be a college student in just a few short weeks! This August she is headed up to San Fransisco State University. On the day of her graduation I asked her if she was excited to which she replied, "No." (WHAT?!?!) She said she's going to miss her friends, which of course I understand. But all I could think about was how amazing my years at Alabama were and how many new friends and experiences she is going to have in the next few years. High school is great, but college will be the most exciting time of her life! I had to take a step back and remember all the sad feelings that come with leaving home, and friends, and the reality of being on my own for the first time. But I know once she gets there she is going to LOVE it! I can hardly contain my excitement for her! I also can't wait to go visit her! I never thought I'd say this, but Go Gators!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-teBydEFY5RA/TibfCzWYGKI/AAAAAAAACQM/VrZFWKYomrw/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433623310178466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-teBydEFY5RA/TibfCzWYGKI/AAAAAAAACQM/VrZFWKYomrw/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Graduation dinner the night before with Aunt Holly!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2EvaPldflA/TibfBwkSgaI/AAAAAAAACQE/r3vxLUGnJ40/s1600/img_03391jacks%2Bgrad%2Bpic%2B4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433605383356834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2EvaPldflA/TibfBwkSgaI/AAAAAAAACQE/r3vxLUGnJ40/s400/img_03391jacks%2Bgrad%2Bpic%2B4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Eagerly awaiting the graduation ceremony. Sidebar, during the graduation Emily was sitting in my lap. During a particularly quiet moment between speakers Emily let rip the most awful, trucker style fart I've ever heard! Twice. So loud that people 4 rows in front of us turned around to look! Nice.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JF83UaLvUgY/TibfB69yIdI/AAAAAAAACP8/CO-SifWfHnM/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B054%2B1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433608174641618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JF83UaLvUgY/TibfB69yIdI/AAAAAAAACP8/CO-SifWfHnM/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B054%2B1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Congrats Alyssa Marie Sonnenberg! </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tmLjm6hoVs/Tibexs35PlI/AAAAAAAACP0/i0pJsDsY5tM/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433329513938514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tmLjm6hoVs/Tibexs35PlI/AAAAAAAACP0/i0pJsDsY5tM/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B062.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631434010770832386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9P2Vyhdpt60/TibfZWwMfAI/AAAAAAAACQc/nUxn5JwLRgQ/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B064.jpg" border="0" />My awesome grandparents with the graduate.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0G4fKSQD5g/Tibexizb1YI/AAAAAAAACPs/VqWvIHDOAiE/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433326810879362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0G4fKSQD5g/Tibexizb1YI/AAAAAAAACPs/VqWvIHDOAiE/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2B6-2-11%2B067.jpg" border="0" /></a> Silly faces!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">The week after the graduation ceremony we had a big party to celebrate.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5O8TvD1WgU/TibepQRidwI/AAAAAAAACPk/aX2KFbh3J54/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433184397915906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5O8TvD1WgU/TibepQRidwI/AAAAAAAACPk/aX2KFbh3J54/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awMhTBYF88o/TibekbfYuQI/AAAAAAAACPc/oMR_D60hyTY/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B010%2B1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631433101509441794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awMhTBYF88o/TibekbfYuQI/AAAAAAAACPc/oMR_D60hyTY/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B010%2B1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EC21ELW3cAs/TibdtKnrUYI/AAAAAAAACPU/DdlIMcpQzTg/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631432152088007042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EC21ELW3cAs/TibdtKnrUYI/AAAAAAAACPU/DdlIMcpQzTg/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B027.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me and my goddaughter Delaney! My LOVE!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RHVo6DMTUg/TibdsxtdyvI/AAAAAAAACPM/IAvRAUsLXQc/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631432145401400050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RHVo6DMTUg/TibdsxtdyvI/AAAAAAAACPM/IAvRAUsLXQc/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B043.jpg" border="0" /></a> My precious, precious grandma! (Who just had major back surgery yesterday. She pulled through like a champ!)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bg1iyGA0yR4/TibdrlYm0RI/AAAAAAAACPE/bg-AMJFVJNM/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631432124912816402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bg1iyGA0yR4/TibdrlYm0RI/AAAAAAAACPE/bg-AMJFVJNM/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B045.jpg" border="0" /></a> Great-Grandpa with his little princess.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKgi0epEFTc/TibdqiwMF9I/AAAAAAAACO8/H390N56qWVk/s1600/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631432107026552786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKgi0epEFTc/TibdqiwMF9I/AAAAAAAACO8/H390N56qWVk/s400/alyssas%2Bgraduation%2Bparty%2B6-11-11%2B060.jpg" border="0" /></a> My little brother! He is so awesome he agreed to run a marathon with me! More on that coming soon...<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-78051660813575789762011-04-05T08:01:00.003-05:002011-04-05T08:09:05.672-05:00Copycat PostSo I could post all these wonderful pictures of our trip to Mobile to see our good friends Lawren and Lucy, but since Aunt Lawren already did such an amazing job, I'll let you enjoy her handiwork! <a href="http://larguefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/emilulu.html">http://larguefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/emilulu.html</a> I will add that we had the most amazing trip! Lawren is such a great Momma and hostess! And Emily and I had a very fun Momma/Daughter road trip. I taught her to sing "Hit the Road Jack" which we still sing nearly everytime we get in the car. There was also lots of fist-bumping while cheering "ROADTRIP." Good times. Good times. Until next time Aunt Law, and may next time be very, very soon! :)Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-68859028266470901352011-02-07T10:17:00.007-06:002011-02-07T11:08:11.159-06:00My Cranky ValentineAh, taking pictures of a two-year old! Such joy! In an attempt to send out personalized Valentine cards to our family and friends I thought I'd take my annual Valentine photo shoot of Emily (see previous years successes below). This year was not so easy. My precious two year old is super funny, smart, and I think, the cutest thing ever. However, cooperative is not at the top of her list of strengths. So as soon as this snow clears I'm taking her to Portrait Innovations to let them do the dirty work! But her super funny, uncooperative side did make for some good outtakes! Enjoy!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570988115517433330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAgLLlW5fI/AAAAAAAACNk/REb2E0VkgHM/s400/DSCN7022.JPG" border="0" /></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAgLaeANwI/AAAAAAAACNs/NymvTRRKOOI/s1600/DSCN7016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570988119513118466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAgLaeANwI/AAAAAAAACNs/NymvTRRKOOI/s400/DSCN7016.JPG" border="0" /></a> She kept saying she looked like a princess, but this meant she had to spin around and clutch her dress like Belle. We've been watching lots of Beauty and the Beast lately.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkpl13II/AAAAAAAACNc/ZQdddiSV7Qc/s1600/DSCN7029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570987453557628034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkpl13II/AAAAAAAACNc/ZQdddiSV7Qc/s400/DSCN7029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy tried to help by making her laugh, unfortunately this meant she never looked at the camera, just at Daddy.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkVi_jjI/AAAAAAAACNU/0-GtJPDnNZQ/s1600/DSCN7059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570987448176971314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkVi_jjI/AAAAAAAACNU/0-GtJPDnNZQ/s400/DSCN7059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkZ9C2qI/AAAAAAAACNM/kceqL-7teCY/s1600/DSCN7063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570987449359981218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkZ9C2qI/AAAAAAAACNM/kceqL-7teCY/s400/DSCN7063.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'm not listening!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkMlDsnI/AAAAAAAACNE/qr_IvA248ug/s1600/DSCN7067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570987445769712242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAfkMlDsnI/AAAAAAAACNE/qr_IvA248ug/s400/DSCN7067.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985710505586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAd_MN2b5I/AAAAAAAACM0/tfMlr61isN8/s400/DSCN7073.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAd_PuAXsI/AAAAAAAACMs/yXi3NFmqfvk/s1600/DSCN7075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985711445761730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAd_PuAXsI/AAAAAAAACMs/yXi3NFmqfvk/s400/DSCN7075.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yep, we had lots of blurry pics too!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAd-iQVjPI/AAAAAAAACMk/J6Y03hmhbWk/s1600/DSCN7076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985699241725170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAd-iQVjPI/AAAAAAAACMk/J6Y03hmhbWk/s400/DSCN7076.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ok, so we're done. Let's try a new outfit and see if that goes better.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570985714700263234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAd_b18H0I/AAAAAAAACM8/wxVj8SVYBdk/s400/DSCN7069.JPG" border="0" /> Love that forced, cheesy, 2 year old smile.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcqLUQ41I/AAAAAAAACMc/gFPZr81m-Ok/s1600/DSCN7084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984249975169874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcqLUQ41I/AAAAAAAACMc/gFPZr81m-Ok/s400/DSCN7084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcpmC0sLI/AAAAAAAACMU/SkCs2lsXKi4/s1600/DSCN7088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984239969906866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcpmC0sLI/AAAAAAAACMU/SkCs2lsXKi4/s400/DSCN7088.JPG" border="0" /></a> Again, looking at Daddy instead of the camera.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcpSAqyWI/AAAAAAAACMM/pam3EjXjJM8/s1600/DSCN7093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984234592160098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcpSAqyWI/AAAAAAAACMM/pam3EjXjJM8/s400/DSCN7093.JPG" border="0" /></a> And it's time for a nap!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcpP-EcVI/AAAAAAAACME/NCi10p5nM9M/s1600/DSCN7107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570984234044387666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAcpP-EcVI/AAAAAAAACME/NCi10p5nM9M/s400/DSCN7107.JPG" border="0" /></a> Last year's session. Emily at 16 months old.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570990630610931314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAidlCYDnI/AAAAAAAACN8/y1iia7IR8QU/s400/13.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570990626090567746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAidUMoyEI/AAAAAAAACN0/I-wCn_vjM_w/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570990637400741170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAid-VMVTI/AAAAAAAACOE/B82ubsFN85U/s400/9.JPG" border="0" />Emily at 4 months old. Awww, such sweet memories. Where has the time gone?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991674612914098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAjaWP2F7I/AAAAAAAACOU/0hydM6VOEcw/s400/Valentinescard%2B002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991670099832802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TVAjaFb17-I/AAAAAAAACOM/OZi8PddTy04/s400/Valentinescard%2B006.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-33894424020527171122011-01-27T19:43:00.007-06:002011-01-27T20:52:06.586-06:00CMOM<div>Children's Museum Of Memphis is just one more reason Memphis is great. Emily and I have been dealing with a little bit of cabin fever lately with all these cold, snowy days. We were looking for something fun to do inside besides go to Chick-fil-A or to the gym and had heard great things about CMOM. It was great, but I'll admit, after going to the McWane Science Center in Birmingham in December my expectations were a little higher. There was no shark tank like in B-Ham, but it was still pretty cool. </div><div> </div><div>Here's my little girl ready for a fun day.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIryyG3jwI/AAAAAAAACL4/wzoJYwdguCc/s1600/DSCN6950.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567060240827387650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIryyG3jwI/AAAAAAAACL4/wzoJYwdguCc/s400/DSCN6950.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hopefully this is the first and last time Emily is ever in a police car!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIrlSVpiNI/AAAAAAAACLw/P_6djI_azMw/s1600/DSCN6951.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567060008961149138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIrlSVpiNI/AAAAAAAACLw/P_6djI_azMw/s400/DSCN6951.JPG" border="0" /></a> Next we moved to the International Paper section:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567060001969766626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIrk4SxgOI/AAAAAAAACLg/JybCkvkIi1A/s400/DSCN6956.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIrlD5kImI/AAAAAAAACLo/GdSIp24Cskg/s1600/DSCN6954.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567060005085258338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIrlD5kImI/AAAAAAAACLo/GdSIp24Cskg/s400/DSCN6954.JPG" border="0" /></a> They had these green screens with different costumes and options for what scene to have, everything from Hurricane reporter to American Idol.<br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIrknXrZbI/AAAAAAAACLY/oS3x5MzY4fk/s1600/DSCN6958.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567059997426935218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIrknXrZbI/AAAAAAAACLY/oS3x5MzY4fk/s400/DSCN6958.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's Emily's music video, singing "Since you've been gone."<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIq0X_6L3I/AAAAAAAACLQ/WqAP18njKTg/s1600/DSCN6959.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567059168666988402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIq0X_6L3I/AAAAAAAACLQ/WqAP18njKTg/s400/DSCN6959.JPG" border="0" /></a> Moving on to the Beach Boys <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIq0E3j_sI/AAAAAAAACLI/eNpBxMJxHP0/s1600/DSCN6963.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567059163531706050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIq0E3j_sI/AAAAAAAACLI/eNpBxMJxHP0/s400/DSCN6963.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now fishing in the indoor river<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIqz0VAjiI/AAAAAAAACLA/XW_RiytzOLk/s1600/DSCN6970.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567059159091809826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIqz0VAjiI/AAAAAAAACLA/XW_RiytzOLk/s400/DSCN6970.JPG" border="0" /></a> And of course it wouldn't be Memphis if Fed-Ex hadn't sponsored an exhibit. So they just donated this front end of a plane! Like, a real plane. So cool! There was a slide in the back like they were dropping packages out of it.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIqztdpHhI/AAAAAAAACK4/TN-maFuftlE/s1600/DSCN6971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567059157248974354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIqztdpHhI/AAAAAAAACK4/TN-maFuftlE/s400/DSCN6971.JPG" border="0" /></a> A real, working cockpit<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIh0s-OG-I/AAAAAAAACKw/sMicgfxZL34/s1600/DSCN6972.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567049278692400098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIh0s-OG-I/AAAAAAAACKw/sMicgfxZL34/s400/DSCN6972.JPG" border="0" /></a>You might not know this but Memphis is the first home of the grocery store! Kroger has sponsored a Grocery store for kids. Miniature everything from carts to fake food to real working registers.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIh0L3Q67I/AAAAAAAACKo/Q0TLiY82FZU/s1600/DSCN6975.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567049269804854194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIh0L3Q67I/AAAAAAAACKo/Q0TLiY82FZU/s400/DSCN6975.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhzymSeAI/AAAAAAAACKg/Y7ZJ4_yw3gM/s1600/DSCN6976.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567049263022766082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhzymSeAI/AAAAAAAACKg/Y7ZJ4_yw3gM/s400/DSCN6976.JPG" border="0" /></a> That's my girl! Straight for the ice cream!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhzib3OrI/AAAAAAAACKY/h3xAybw1d4A/s1600/DSCN6978.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567049258684070578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhzib3OrI/AAAAAAAACKY/h3xAybw1d4A/s400/DSCN6978.JPG" border="0" /></a> Back to the green screen! This time an Indian Princess Sari and a construction hat. Now that's original!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhSR9qrKI/AAAAAAAACKQ/2RC8AUWxmk8/s1600/DSCN6979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567048687326768290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhSR9qrKI/AAAAAAAACKQ/2RC8AUWxmk8/s400/DSCN6979.JPG" border="0" /></a>Indian Princess construction worker in a castle. Hmmm...<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhSGp7j5I/AAAAAAAACKI/v1BHL8wYYFI/s1600/DSCN6981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567048684291198866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhSGp7j5I/AAAAAAAACKI/v1BHL8wYYFI/s400/DSCN6981.JPG" border="0" /></a>Now for video twister. Mom got in on this action, but since I was the cameraman, no pictures of that. Thank goodness!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhR_2OhFI/AAAAAAAACKA/fz_FBRlG3GQ/s1600/DSCN6983.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567048682463724626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhR_2OhFI/AAAAAAAACKA/fz_FBRlG3GQ/s400/DSCN6983.JPG" border="0" /></a> They have a section that changes seasonally with different themes. This month the theme is The Wizard of Oz. Meet The Wizard.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhQ7NHQBI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TmdcgHTKmBE/s1600/DSCN6985.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567048664037670930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUIhQ7NHQBI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TmdcgHTKmBE/s400/DSCN6985.JPG" border="0" /></a> And by noon we were hungry and off to Panera Bread for lunch. I love being a momma. Good times!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-47577021530542244842011-01-26T15:11:00.003-06:002011-01-26T15:49:01.917-06:00And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Matthew 10:30I'm that girl that gets a haircut about every 6 months. This time it had only been 5 months but it was most certainly time. It was so long that at the gym last night, with my hair in a ponytail I still had to hold my ponytail while drinking from the drinking fountain. Even in a ponytail it gets in the sink when I was my face or brush my teeth. It was waaaaaay too long!<br /><br />Oh what fun! Crazy as it is, at 2 years and 3 months old, this was not Emily's first haircut. But it <em>was</em> her first haircut at a salon. Really, she didn't need it but I sure did. And what Mommy is doing Emily wants to do. So last night the whining chorus began, "I want haircut too Mommy, I want <em>my</em> haircut!" Luckily my stylist is a sweetheart and made a big production about it, and trimmed a half inch. And on top of that didn't charge me anything for Emily. Emily was so excited and kept rubbing her head telling everyone at the salon, "I got my haircut like Mommy." We even had to call Grandma Dee and tell her. Below are a couple quick pics from our makeover.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPjamustI/AAAAAAAACJw/pvYkHjLIwGA/s1600/DSCN6942.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566606978029892306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPjamustI/AAAAAAAACJw/pvYkHjLIwGA/s400/DSCN6942.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPjImMB5I/AAAAAAAACJo/cdQvp_0AnJk/s1600/DSCN6941.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566606973195782034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPjImMB5I/AAAAAAAACJo/cdQvp_0AnJk/s400/DSCN6941.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPi-o3oZI/AAAAAAAACJg/Kzkp_tHbCzk/s1600/DSCN6940.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566606970522673554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPi-o3oZI/AAAAAAAACJg/Kzkp_tHbCzk/s400/DSCN6940.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPM8hRxiI/AAAAAAAACJY/tUhpjcmnYIw/s1600/DSCN6943.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566606591996839458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPM8hRxiI/AAAAAAAACJY/tUhpjcmnYIw/s400/DSCN6943.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPMVyDw8I/AAAAAAAACJQ/2LOatGAiweM/s1600/DSCN6945.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566606581598241730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPMVyDw8I/AAAAAAAACJQ/2LOatGAiweM/s400/DSCN6945.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPMJ8uc4I/AAAAAAAACJI/aZvUEanuaKU/s1600/DSCN6946.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566606578421756802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPMJ8uc4I/AAAAAAAACJI/aZvUEanuaKU/s400/DSCN6946.JPG" border="0" /></a> And here's mommy's new do! I tried to find a good before picture, unsuccessfully, but I cut about 4-5 inches off.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPL0ciYII/AAAAAAAACJA/Xd2c38xJDsU/s1600/DSCN6947.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566606572649603202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TUCPL0ciYII/AAAAAAAACJA/Xd2c38xJDsU/s400/DSCN6947.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-44907517139622897672011-01-20T09:38:00.007-06:002011-01-20T09:52:50.394-06:00Miss Ballerina<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TThYPAqKDSI/AAAAAAAACI4/1g5tfwWEkvY/s1600/DSCN6924.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564294354514349346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TThYPAqKDSI/AAAAAAAACI4/1g5tfwWEkvY/s400/DSCN6924.JPG" border="0" /></a> What to do on a cold, rainy morning? Catch up on our TV! This morning Emily and I were watching the Miss America pageant and while watching the talent portion Emily ran into her room. Assuming she had to go potty and just wasn't telling me I followed her only to find her digging in her pajama drawer. When I asked her what she was doing she held up her ballerina PJs and said, "I going to be a ballerina." So we completed the outfit with a tu-tu and tiara and she watched Miss Oklahoma do ballet on point about 5 times in a row. Eventually I figured I needed to get some video.<br /><br />Now don't worry. It was her idea! I promise never to be one of those crazy pageant moms. But it was so cute! And isn't it every mom's dream to watch her 2 year old baby girl pretend to be a ballerina? Thank you terrible weather for providing me such a fun memory this morning!<br /><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NN2eTuOYyOM" frameborder="0" width="480" height="390" type="text/html"></iframe>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-23339221907146172472011-01-14T10:45:00.007-06:002011-01-14T11:20:07.590-06:00It's time to GO, GO, GO, GO, on an adventure!Wow! It's been a long time since my last post and if I have any people who actually still follow my blog, kudos to you. Both of you. Ha! <div><div><div></div><br /><div>The funny thing is, now that Emily is two, I have so many more stories I could share, but I have so much less time to blog! Or shower for that matter. But I am making an effort to start sharing Emily stories more often because they are getting better by the day! At 2 years and 3 months old she is quite the little chatter box these days. </div><div></div><br /><div>One of my current favorite Emilyisms is every time we go somewhere in the car, when we arrive at our destination she exclaims, "We made it!" :) Or when it snowed this week and we were making snow angels in the yard she said she wanted to make one on her tummy so her smile would be in the snow. And last week she told me, "I not your baby, Momma." And while I was busy holding back tears she added, "I'm a big girl." (Tear). </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562089532977409010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TTCC9gYJa_I/AAAAAAAACIg/WWJrsU1elsA/s400/DSCN6874.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562089541289384050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TTCC9_V4GHI/AAAAAAAACIo/7mmhRS1IUfQ/s400/DSCN6878.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><u>Quick Update</u></div><br /><div></div><div>Emily is potty trained! Or at least 90% potty trained. She even has real big girl panties with Tinkerbell on them. But after she tried to show Grand-Dude we had a very serious talk about how we don't show boys our panties...EVER!</div><div></div><br /><div>I am signed up for my first FULL marathon! My brother and I are running the San Diego Rock N Roll marathon June 5th. Let the training begin!</div><div></div><br /><div>We did find another home for Maggie! PTL! My life is so much simpler now but we have to spell D-O-G around our house as to not prompt memories for Emily. I sometimes feel like a bad mom for getting rid of my kid's dog. But then I watch her play with all her tiny little toys she got for Christmas and realize that they would have all been dog food by now if Maggie were still around. </div><div></div><br /><div>And now I'll leave you with a little video from our snow adventure Monday. Happy Friday!</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562089860081368994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TTCDQi7zv6I/AAAAAAAACIw/slbb8h6VgM0/s400/DSCN6856.JPG" border="0" /> </div></div><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz5TmMAGCm0L4bYVDZYA3EUpeLtm-8_6Pj4bbZHLa-VWwlzFghK_x70dNQqcuZobqfym1qaTKBSpKN2JdBdLg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div align="left"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeWI9ZuaTQ0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeWI9ZuaTQ0</a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-70485765864186159262010-11-18T18:09:00.003-06:002010-11-18T18:34:41.503-06:00MAGGIE: Free dog to good home<div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXBNvvc0xI/AAAAAAAACH0/78nXUMeAKo0/s1600/DSCN6551.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541047358447211282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXBNvvc0xI/AAAAAAAACH0/78nXUMeAKo0/s400/DSCN6551.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh, Maggie dog! This dog was Emily's 1st birthday present from her Pop and MeMaw. The thing is we weren't really in the market for a puppy at the time. I had gone to the shelter one day with Em and a friend and emailed Dave a few pictures. He thought this meant I wanted a dog. Not exactly. Well we loving welcomed Maggie into our family only to learn a day later that she had parvo and was near death. Dave and I fed her Gatorade with a medicine dropper over night and prayed that Emily first dog wouldn't die. We took her to the vet the next morning and 2 days and $700 later our "free" puppy was home and on the road to recovery.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For the past year she has brought boundless energy to our home. LOTS of energy! :) The thing is, she has too much energy for our cozy, but small, home. Our yard is not exactly enormous either and with a potty training toddler on my hands I don't have the time or energy to give Maggie the attention she deserves. She is GREAT with Emily. Absolutely great. But Emily isn't getting enough enjoyment out of her to justify the stress and dirt she brings into our home. She likes to dig and has made great friends with the dog next door. Luckily we are friends with our neighbor because he usually has to bring Maggie back once a week because she has gotten on their side of the fence and can't get herself back under the hole she made. And she has made at least 10 different holes that we fill, then she makes a new one, then we fill it, etc. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So as much as I like her, I guess with a real kid in the house the love is gone. And she is a good dog and deserves some lovin'. If you know anyone who wants a cute black lab puppy who is house trained, please give me a call. </div><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541052573811212226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXF9UfH_8I/AAAAAAAACIE/KrRDg9I_1pY/s400/Easter%2B025.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXBNLwylyI/AAAAAAAACHs/QFYJ7LiGefo/s1600/DSCN6548.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541047348789155618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXBNLwylyI/AAAAAAAACHs/QFYJ7LiGefo/s400/DSCN6548.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXBMxrxu8I/AAAAAAAACHk/t69svvTbDtc/s1600/DSCN6550.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541047341788806082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXBMxrxu8I/AAAAAAAACHk/t69svvTbDtc/s400/DSCN6550.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541047364203769170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TOXBOFL67VI/AAAAAAAACH8/Ghhacy93UXA/s400/Easter%2B021.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-26352519050420155872010-11-01T18:37:00.004-05:002010-11-04T16:35:20.027-05:00Girl's Just Want to Have Fun!While Daddy's away the girls will play. Last month Dave went to Tulsa for a regional meeting for work. We miss him pretty bad when he's away. Mostly Mommy misses the reinforcements at 6pm each day. But we had a good time just us girls. We went to the park A LOT! Instead of taking Daddy with us to the park we brought Mr. Moose. I don't know if you've ever read the book, "If You Give A Moose A Muffin," but if you give him a muffin he wants jam to go with it. Then he wants this and that. Dave doesn't like the book because he says the moose is a jerk. But it's pretty funny.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkkK_4jGI/AAAAAAAACHE/LzXtHwvdT7I/s1600/DSCN6008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535808570814663778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkkK_4jGI/AAAAAAAACHE/LzXtHwvdT7I/s400/DSCN6008.JPG" border="0" /></a> My little monkey!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkihjXKWI/AAAAAAAACG8/Hc7LN-UvWRE/s1600/DSCN6009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535808542509312354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkihjXKWI/AAAAAAAACG8/Hc7LN-UvWRE/s400/DSCN6009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hamming it up on the slide.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkhXcky-I/AAAAAAAACG0/nNzTkMy1zYw/s1600/DSCN6010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535808522616622050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkhXcky-I/AAAAAAAACG0/nNzTkMy1zYw/s400/DSCN6010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkfgY2Y3I/AAAAAAAACGs/vSRKwp7gNzE/s1600/DSCN6012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535808490657178482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkfgY2Y3I/AAAAAAAACGs/vSRKwp7gNzE/s400/DSCN6012.JPG" border="0" /></a> Contemplating the deeper meaning of life. Hmmm...<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjdg_RL8I/AAAAAAAACGk/UTFahNn7r1Y/s1600/DSCN6014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535807356946952130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjdg_RL8I/AAAAAAAACGk/UTFahNn7r1Y/s400/DSCN6014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjdSOBvFI/AAAAAAAACGc/UMktu0P8ZFc/s1600/DSCN6015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535807352982322258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjdSOBvFI/AAAAAAAACGc/UMktu0P8ZFc/s400/DSCN6015.JPG" border="0" /></a> After the park we had a pajama party. The good thing about Daddy being gone was that we could have leftover hodge podge for dinner, in front of the TV with our movie on. The Princess and the Frog, here we come.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535808837964867154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkzuNdJlI/AAAAAAAACHc/hVlSIHD6JMU/s400/DSCN6001.JPG" border="0" />This picture still makes me laugh. I asked her if she was tired. This is what I got. Such a drama queen already.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535808820294606258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMkysYiXbI/AAAAAAAACHM/MHFzkn7wWRM/s400/DSCN6007.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjdFY-25I/AAAAAAAACGU/WaRlQLFH4zk/s1600/DSCN6017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535807349538610066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjdFY-25I/AAAAAAAACGU/WaRlQLFH4zk/s400/DSCN6017.JPG" border="0" /></a> The night before Daddy came home we whipped him up this little pecan pie, his favorite. Made with the legendary Golden Eagle syrup. Yum!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjc63yfmI/AAAAAAAACGM/YtvrUBPDJLU/s1600/DSCN6144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535807346715033186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TNMjc63yfmI/AAAAAAAACGM/YtvrUBPDJLU/s400/DSCN6144.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-49133950087083965292010-11-01T18:04:00.003-05:002010-11-01T18:36:45.781-05:00iPad iPlease<div>Date night is usually just me and Dave but last month we had an event to attend. Dave is a member of this local business group of medical professionals. No, he didn't change jobs, but a lot of his clients are in the medical field so by being a member he gets to attend luncheons every month, gets their member list to prospect and network. Twice a year they have a social event. This fall it was held at the Lichterman Nature Center in Memphis. This place was so neat, but more on that in a later post. Mom and I ended up taking Emily there during her visit. But this particular evening there was food, dancing, and door prizes. I rarely win anything. But for some reason everyone who won anything was standing next to this one lady. So during the second round of door prizes Dave and I, and like 5 other people, jokingly stood as close to this lady as possible. People were rubbing her head like a magic lamp. I chose to rub only her elbow. Odd enough, it was working! The next 2 people to win were touching this lady! So our rubbing intensified and behold! The last prize of the night was an iPod and we won! </div><div> </div><div>On a side note the girl who had to call out Dave's name was an interesting little thing. She is A) a competitor of Dave's, selling a similar product. B) She had grabbed his butt earlier in the night. Not that he wasn't dancing with his wife ALL night. But hey lady, if you think your moves are that good, go for it. It made for a good laugh all the way home. To our house... where we sleep together every night. Hope that butt grab made your night. Poor girl. So thanks, but I'll just take me husband and my new iPad home with me. :)</div><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9MBoPcnrI/AAAAAAAACGE/pYJLJ_tjzoA/s1600/DSCN5991.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534726057927417522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9MBoPcnrI/AAAAAAAACGE/pYJLJ_tjzoA/s400/DSCN5991.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9MBUsZcTI/AAAAAAAACF8/d0aJVgMPu7w/s1600/DSCN5992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534726052680134962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9MBUsZcTI/AAAAAAAACF8/d0aJVgMPu7w/s400/DSCN5992.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our good friends Andy and Mary. They won too. Not an iPad, but a $100 gift certificate to Carrabba's.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9MBO4Sa9I/AAAAAAAACF0/2lhc8_pJAw4/s1600/DSCN5993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534726051119393746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9MBO4Sa9I/AAAAAAAACF0/2lhc8_pJAw4/s400/DSCN5993.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216917624162416773.post-81996566371617812652010-11-01T17:15:00.008-05:002010-11-01T18:02:17.854-05:00September in a FlashTo get back up to speed I'm flashing through September. Nap time is great! This is my 4th post of the day! WooHoo!<br /><br />A day at the park:<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CxlCc5xI/AAAAAAAACFs/MXh0lhMqRjY/s1600/DSCN5927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715886585046802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CxlCc5xI/AAAAAAAACFs/MXh0lhMqRjY/s400/DSCN5927.JPG" border="0" /></a> Attack of the ducks! These geese were cRaZy! They came chasing after us.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CxLkesmI/AAAAAAAACFk/WjNQrbkkRL4/s1600/DSCN5928.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715879748448866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CxLkesmI/AAAAAAAACFk/WjNQrbkkRL4/s400/DSCN5928.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CwkTtpLI/AAAAAAAACFc/tmFsWE0v3AY/s1600/DSCN5929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715869209142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CwkTtpLI/AAAAAAAACFc/tmFsWE0v3AY/s400/DSCN5929.JPG" border="0" /></a> I say, "Show me your teeth." This is what I got!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CwKovN3I/AAAAAAAACFU/5cNkfkOV7s8/s1600/DSCN5930.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715862318004082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CwKovN3I/AAAAAAAACFU/5cNkfkOV7s8/s400/DSCN5930.JPG" border="0" /></a> Attempt at Mommy/Daughter portrait #1<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CaKHhvnI/AAAAAAAACFM/Pv4H2X9t-Rw/s1600/DSCN5932.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715484221587058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CaKHhvnI/AAAAAAAACFM/Pv4H2X9t-Rw/s400/DSCN5932.JPG" border="0" /></a> Attempt #2<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CZtA0XQI/AAAAAAAACFE/KlwjefGba_E/s1600/DSCN5933.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715476408818946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CZtA0XQI/AAAAAAAACFE/KlwjefGba_E/s400/DSCN5933.JPG" border="0" /></a> 3rd time's a charm!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CZWE3mnI/AAAAAAAACE8/8wfVHiwE5-Q/s1600/DSCN5934.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715470251793010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CZWE3mnI/AAAAAAAACE8/8wfVHiwE5-Q/s400/DSCN5934.JPG" border="0" /></a> Shopping for a Halloween costume. Monkey?<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CY4rLsqI/AAAAAAAACE0/FhSWJcCb1QI/s1600/DSCN5935.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715462359429794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CY4rLsqI/AAAAAAAACE0/FhSWJcCb1QI/s400/DSCN5935.JPG" border="0" /></a> Horsey?<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CEFrMKYI/AAAAAAAACEs/aH7h2Fke3tU/s1600/DSCN5937.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715105071868290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CEFrMKYI/AAAAAAAACEs/aH7h2Fke3tU/s400/DSCN5937.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mommy Daddy Date night! Out on Beale St. We were at the karaoke bar and this huge, bald, white guy tried singing "Big Papa" and literally, those were the only two words he knew from the entire song. We were laughing so hard we were crying!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CDSY1q6I/AAAAAAAACEk/-Fk4IdlONjg/s1600/DSCN5940.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715091304688546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CDSY1q6I/AAAAAAAACEk/-Fk4IdlONjg/s400/DSCN5940.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is standard daytime wear at our house. A cutie outfit complete with headband (or hat), one Easter glove, and a bib.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CC_mEjOI/AAAAAAAACEc/s_EkRX4HETs/s1600/DSCN5942.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715086259916002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CC_mEjOI/AAAAAAAACEc/s_EkRX4HETs/s400/DSCN5942.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then off to Nashville to celebrate birthdays with Grandma Jamie and Rowan. Here is Roger, the bubble frog.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CCiex0gI/AAAAAAAACEU/flmZiIlMsBU/s1600/DSCN5944.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534715078444700162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM9CCiex0gI/AAAAAAAACEU/flmZiIlMsBU/s400/DSCN5944.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_B6eUgjI/AAAAAAAACEM/uZ3bmr8jn_c/s1600/DSCN5948.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534711769170477618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_B6eUgjI/AAAAAAAACEM/uZ3bmr8jn_c/s400/DSCN5948.JPG" border="0" /></a> And a big hug from Grandma Jamie<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_ButrgYI/AAAAAAAACEE/U7xigNdd_Bw/s1600/DSCN5950.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534711766013673858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_ButrgYI/AAAAAAAACEE/U7xigNdd_Bw/s400/DSCN5950.JPG" border="0" /></a> Riding around with Rowan in a plastic box. Piles of expensive toys over to the side and they play in the plastic box. Love it. Can we just take a second to appreciate Rowan's cheeks! Seriously!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_BNd-FBI/AAAAAAAACD8/suiA4ZRSa6w/s1600/DSCN5953.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534711757089412114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_BNd-FBI/AAAAAAAACD8/suiA4ZRSa6w/s400/DSCN5953.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bumper Boxes!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_Amt-T7I/AAAAAAAACD0/IWk4Kli-JR4/s1600/DSCN5957.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534711746687553458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8_Amt-T7I/AAAAAAAACD0/IWk4Kli-JR4/s400/DSCN5957.JPG" border="0" /></a> On the rode again. My sentiments exactly Em.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-R5Fsa_I/AAAAAAAACDs/a91ZhIbdwDE/s1600/DSCN5958.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710944165030898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-R5Fsa_I/AAAAAAAACDs/a91ZhIbdwDE/s400/DSCN5958.JPG" border="0" /></a> I found her!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-QzVZgRI/AAAAAAAACDk/Ss9PdwWI4_s/s1600/DSCN5959.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710925440418066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-QzVZgRI/AAAAAAAACDk/Ss9PdwWI4_s/s400/DSCN5959.JPG" border="0" /></a> Back to the Zoo! What blog entry would be complete without some pictures from the zoo?<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-QhYqVdI/AAAAAAAACDc/ggNq4y76OLI/s1600/DSCN5963.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710920622265810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-QhYqVdI/AAAAAAAACDc/ggNq4y76OLI/s400/DSCN5963.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-QM29ckI/AAAAAAAACDU/gUQo_YCFy5E/s1600/DSCN5961.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710915112202818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM8-QM29ckI/AAAAAAAACDU/gUQo_YCFy5E/s400/DSCN5961.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM89nFiW_cI/AAAAAAAACDM/kyBBRjtpj7U/s1600/DSCN5981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710208772111810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM89nFiW_cI/AAAAAAAACDM/kyBBRjtpj7U/s400/DSCN5981.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><div> And back to the zoo with Olivia, Emily's BFF!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM89mBvTjII/AAAAAAAACC8/ukjSIJs8HiE/s1600/DSCN5987.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710190572801154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM89mBvTjII/AAAAAAAACC8/ukjSIJs8HiE/s400/DSCN5987.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM89l_xlFQI/AAAAAAAACC0/ojSvt5k_gLU/s1600/DSCN5988.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710190045467906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM89l_xlFQI/AAAAAAAACC0/ojSvt5k_gLU/s400/DSCN5988.JPG" border="0" /></a> And our first big-girl nightgown. Daddy didn't like it. He said she looked too old. Good night folks!</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710203934616066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3Yj97ix4FE/TM89mzhAqgI/AAAAAAAACDE/Z4uxYeWDXf8/s400/DSCN5986.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jennifer Chamblesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16901537859023521905noreply@blogger.com0