<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603</id><updated>2012-01-16T17:14:08.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blakley's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6514633815639139576</id><published>2012-01-16T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:14:08.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 52 Week 2: Made with Love...</title><content type='html'>It’s Week 2 in Project 52 and this week’s assignment is MADEWITH LOVE!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My five year old daughter,Zoey, has a passion for arts and crafts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I know that every time she pulls out this art kit she is going to put her heart into whatever project she creates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkxThFB0lFk/TxSsCikH5HI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iIHNnvNzCRI/s1600/Week+2+Made+with+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkxThFB0lFk/TxSsCikH5HI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iIHNnvNzCRI/s640/Week+2+Made+with+Love.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;There is no doubt about it…everythingshe makes with this art kit&amp;nbsp;is MADE WITH LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6514633815639139576?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6514633815639139576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6514633815639139576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6514633815639139576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6514633815639139576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-week-2-made-with-love.html' title='Project 52 Week 2: Made with Love...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkxThFB0lFk/TxSsCikH5HI/AAAAAAAAA-s/iIHNnvNzCRI/s72-c/Week+2+Made+with+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7342293877633741366</id><published>2012-01-16T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:57:52.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 52 Week 1: Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>It’s Week 1 in Project 52 and this week’s assignment is RESOLUTIONS!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmKMHPUDbMU/TxSjOznKydI/AAAAAAAAA-k/z5VhWoL7o_s/s1600/Week+1+Resolutions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmKMHPUDbMU/TxSjOznKydI/AAAAAAAAA-k/z5VhWoL7o_s/s640/Week+1+Resolutions.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I love the start of a New Year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It seems like a clean slate and a newbeginning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy making New Year’sresolutions and this year is no exception.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;However, I have decided to do a few things different this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve decided to make a resolution each month…onething I really want to focus on for the entire month.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For the month of January it’s organization.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For those of you out there with a similargoal, I’ve decided to share a few things that have helped me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve started making a daily to-do list withthe help of the app Taskos…I love it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Each night before bed I make a list of things I want to accomplish forthe following day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It can be a reminderto drop of bills at the post office or a note to clean out the fridge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The app allows you to cross out things oncethey are completed and that helps keep me motivated throughout the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The first step towards organization for mehas started with a Household Binder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Iinitially got this idea from the January issue of Better Homes andGardens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, I found a similar one at&lt;a href="http://professorpoppins.blogspot.com/2011/03/family-planner.html" target="_blank"&gt;Professor Poppins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My binder includes mydaughter’s school lunch menu, my husband’s work calendar, a weekly dinner menu,and a cleaning schedule.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know thissounds like a lot of work but it really keeps you on track and keeps everythinghandy in one location.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I made mine inthirty minutes with extra office supplies I had around the house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I found a free weekly meal plan over at &lt;a href="http://www.designfinch.com/2011/07/31/sunday-planning/" target="_blank"&gt;Design Finch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I made several copies and put them all in mybinder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I decide Sunday night what I amgoing to make for dinner for the entire next week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make a grocery list with all the items Ineed to prepare my meals. I do all my shopping on Sunday so I am ready for the week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It just makes life easier when you alreadyknow what’s for dinner!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I found a freeprintable cleaning schedule over at &lt;a href="http://www.my3monsters.com/2011/09/housekeeping.html" target="_blank"&gt;My 3 Monsters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Icustomized mine to fit my household.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ithen printed it and included it in my binder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It includes daily chores…making beds, washing dishes, and doing a loadof laundry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, I also have oneroom listed under each day of the week to do a thorough cleaning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to spend my whole weekendcleaning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like if I do a littleeach day I can enjoy the weekend with my family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once I’ve gone through each room and done adeep cleaning I find that the maintenance each weekday only takes me about thirtyminutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m also including the kids inon the daily chores…this helps teach them as well!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This plan is working out great for me…hopeyou all find it helpful!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m lookingforward to 2012.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know it’s going to bea great year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7342293877633741366?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7342293877633741366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7342293877633741366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7342293877633741366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7342293877633741366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-week-1-resolutions.html' title='Project 52 Week 1: Resolutions...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmKMHPUDbMU/TxSjOznKydI/AAAAAAAAA-k/z5VhWoL7o_s/s72-c/Week+1+Resolutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5853369058751992886</id><published>2012-01-16T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:42:06.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;It’s been almost a year since my last blog post.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sorry, &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/erica_blakley/" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; has completely consumedmy Internet time… party ideas, recipes, clothes…what’s not to love!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, my name is Erica and I’m addicted toPinterest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, with the New Yearbeginning I realized how little I had posted on my blog in 2011…absolutely nothingto be exact.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, we had so manyexciting events happen this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Webought a new house, my daughter lost her first tooth, and my son ate his firstsnow cone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I really shortchanged myself and my family by not documenting these special memories.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I tend to forget details if I don’t writethem down…that was my whole purpose in starting this blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, I’m trying to get back in the blogginggroove.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I know I’ve said thisbefore and failed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, to get me startedI’ve joined Project 52.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Project 52 is a52-week photo challenge.&amp;nbsp; You are given aweekly photo assignment and you capture one photo each week for a year!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyone can join!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Want more details…click on the picture below!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my3boybarians.com/project-52-p52-weekly-photo-challenge/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_n1aHILzIY/TxR9TD4fchI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hJA8U9PbPic/s640/Project+52.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a big challenge for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I tend to get overwhelmed with the day to dayactivities of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, I thinkthis project will help me capture those day to day happenings in a new light…ina photo that I can cherish for a lifetime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5853369058751992886?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5853369058751992886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5853369058751992886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5853369058751992886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5853369058751992886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_n1aHILzIY/TxR9TD4fchI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hJA8U9PbPic/s72-c/Project+52.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5829381252255080148</id><published>2011-02-15T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:03:39.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 12}...</title><content type='html'>Joy of Love {Day 12}…the eyes. They say the eyes are the window to a person’s soul. Today’s goal is to capture a picture of your loved ones eyes. Both of my children have beautiful blue eyes. However, when my daughter is really smiling I don’t see any blue. She has this trait that has been passed down from her paternal grandmother…squinty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575132687717222194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrkLZwH-KVc/TV7ZpCMNxzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/5U6H8_nWaRI/391%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that’s right…her truly happy smile comes with eyes that look completely closed. However, they are her and it’s a trait I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5829381252255080148?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5829381252255080148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5829381252255080148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5829381252255080148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5829381252255080148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-12.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 12}...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrkLZwH-KVc/TV7ZpCMNxzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/5U6H8_nWaRI/s72-c/391%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2134020810121246845</id><published>2011-02-15T15:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:43:06.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love (Day 11}…</title><content type='html'>Joy of Love {Day 11}…Dreams. Dreams come in every shape and form, and my own personal dreams change daily. I have personal dreams, dreams for my children, and dreams for my spouse. However, my husband and I have one predominant dream for our family…to own our dream home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574030797314574162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ihqjGeIVAgw/TVrvekkFx1I/AAAAAAAAA9k/VDtFIzOCmjQ/030%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have children you alter the dreams and hopes you once had. Those things no longer seem as important. When my daughter was born I knew I wanted the opportunity to stay at home with her. I have now been a stay-at-home mom for almost five years. Though, sacrifices have to be made. One of those sacrifices has been putting off buying of our dream home. I know if we purchase what we want I’ll have to go back to work. I don’t want to settle for just any house. I just know when I find my dream home…it will be it. The home I grow old in, the home my children will come home to with their children, and it will be the place our family's memories are made. Deep inside I know any house can be a home. However, dreams make us work harder, think outside the box, and push ourselves. It also makes us not take for granted the accomplishments we make in life. I know with time our dreams will come true, and I will appreciate all the hard work it took to get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2134020810121246845?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2134020810121246845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2134020810121246845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2134020810121246845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2134020810121246845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-11.html' title='Joy of Love (Day 11}…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ihqjGeIVAgw/TVrvekkFx1I/AAAAAAAAA9k/VDtFIzOCmjQ/s72-c/030%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4151974698151587116</id><published>2011-02-10T22:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:03:46.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 9}…</title><content type='html'>The objective today is to document your loved ones passions and hobbies. My husband has one hobby and one hobby alone…horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572288034449395842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wP9DPqCtIw4/TVS-ca-EEII/AAAAAAAAA9c/J6n-fALd8pM/040%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that people are born with talents. My husband was born with the gift to ride. He has a connection with horses that is very obvious to see. I believe he has passed this passion onto our daughter…she is a natural too. I delight in watching them together. You can see the ease and comfort they feel while riding. It’s the prefect hobby for them to share together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4151974698151587116?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4151974698151587116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4151974698151587116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4151974698151587116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4151974698151587116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-9.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 9}…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wP9DPqCtIw4/TVS-ca-EEII/AAAAAAAAA9c/J6n-fALd8pM/s72-c/040%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6391833289439536390</id><published>2011-02-08T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:29:01.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 8}...</title><content type='html'>Day 8 in the Joy of Love workshop is here. Today's assignment…What has your spouse (or loved one) given or promised to you (material or immaterial)?  Try to capture this “gift” from their heart.  The best gift my husband has ever given me is the opportunity to be a stay-at-home mother. Right after my daughter was born my husband took a job working out of state. He was away from home and traveling for extended periods of time. He did not get to visit often; to this day he still feels like he missed out on so much in my daughter’s life. This picture was taken right before he was called out on his first job and had to leave both my daughter and I at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571446851102163506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TVHBZGzpwjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9Tjnekam8ZQ/Picture%2B209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe sometimes he feels unappreciated and taken for granted. I want him to know that his hard work and dedication to our family is the best gift I could ever ask for. I do understand the sacrifices he makes for our family and I’m grateful. I know that the time I spend at home with my children makes a difference in their lives. I have only one person to thank for this opportunity and I love him very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6391833289439536390?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6391833289439536390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6391833289439536390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6391833289439536390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6391833289439536390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-8.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 8}...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TVHBZGzpwjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9Tjnekam8ZQ/s72-c/Picture%2B209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2673473421046975917</id><published>2011-02-07T14:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:52:23.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 7}...</title><content type='html'>Today’s focus…generations. This is my four-year-old daughter with her great-grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571051113061940930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TVBZeHuZ_sI/AAAAAAAAA9M/-Q_aSFoGOyk/022%2BB%2526W%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own mom died when I was eleven. My grandmother was the one who was always there for me. She took me to buy my first prom dress, she was there when the first boy I cared about broke my heart, she cried when I found the perfect wedding dress, and again when I gave birth to my first child. I will always have a void in regards to the loss of my mother; especially in respect to my children. I have no doubt she would have adored them. However, I’m so grateful to have my grandmother here to lessen the loss and feel a special place in my children’s hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571044663153826306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TVBTmr8emgI/AAAAAAAAA88/tZiK2SAwTbs/018%2BB%2526W%2Bwith%2Btexture%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2673473421046975917?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2673473421046975917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2673473421046975917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2673473421046975917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2673473421046975917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-7_07.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 7}...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TVBZeHuZ_sI/AAAAAAAAA9M/-Q_aSFoGOyk/s72-c/022%2BB%2526W%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5119789984487179823</id><published>2011-02-06T14:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:00:55.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 6}…</title><content type='html'>Today’s theme…who THEY love! We were asked to capture a photo of what our loved ones love. My daughter, Zoey, loves her stuffed animal “Pinkie”. Pinkie was a Valentine’s Day gift from her Daddy and me a few years ago. It came attached to a box of chocolate. Who would have guessed a $4.99 gift from Target would mean so much to a little girl. She sleeps, plays tea party, and often totes Pinkie in the car even if it is a quick trip to the grocery store. Pinkie has seen better days; however, I’m afraid to send her through the washing machine…I’m not sure she would survive. Zoey’s love for Pinkie is very special and I’m glad I was able to capture this in a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570690060014022594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TU8RGETvb8I/AAAAAAAAA8s/qskTlrQhc80/043%2BB%2526W%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one photo and one photo only. I’m really trying to work hard on my skills during this workshop. I don’t want to take twenty quick shots in an attempt to get one I want. I want to take my time, focus on what I need to do, and take only a few shots at different angels. That is sometimes easier said than done with kiddos. However, I’m going to try my best. In regards to camera tips, we were asked to work on selective focus and metering. So, I got in close and attempted to only have Pinkie’s face in sharp focus. I wanted the ragged look of the cat’s fur and whiskers to show how much this stuffed animal is loved. I’m happy with the results and I think this is a picture I will truly grow to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5119789984487179823?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5119789984487179823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5119789984487179823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5119789984487179823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5119789984487179823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-7.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 6}…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TU8RGETvb8I/AAAAAAAAA8s/qskTlrQhc80/s72-c/043%2BB%2526W%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2767014926864706447</id><published>2011-02-06T13:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:42:17.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 5}…</title><content type='html'>Today’s subject…Love to Hate! We were asked to capture a photo of what we LOVE to hate about our loved ones? This one was hard for me and it took me an extra day to complete the assignment. However, when Zane was throwing a fit in the car last night for this one particular thing I knew I hated it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570660442148527762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TU72KFKVXpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/GSxBJkCheko/024%2Bcopy%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know he is too old for it. Yes, I know it will mess up his teeth. Yes, I need to get rid of it. However, he loves it and I hate that it is such a comfort for him. If he is tired it consumes his every thought and you can guarantee I get to hear about it. He only gets his “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bink&lt;/span&gt;” when he sleeps. However, sometimes I feel like an awful mother for not letting him have it when he wants it. To deny him something that brings him security is difficult. At this moment in our lives this small piece of plastic causes a lot of grief in our house. Not to mention all the misery I get from people who tell me he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;does not &lt;/span&gt;need it. So all in all…I hate my son's love for this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bink&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570662490337892050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TU74BTQu1tI/AAAAAAAAA8k/gGcdbXVNbQM/028%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2767014926864706447?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2767014926864706447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2767014926864706447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2767014926864706447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2767014926864706447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-5.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 5}…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TU72KFKVXpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/GSxBJkCheko/s72-c/024%2Bcopy%2B-%2BCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2266783738582410932</id><published>2011-02-04T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:06:22.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 4}…</title><content type='html'>Today’s task…what they wear! My husband has been riding horses his entire life. When I married him I knew I married a cowboy. Cowboys and their boots come with sweat, dirt, and a few other smelly things. However, I have to say when my husband walks in the house with spurs on my heart skips a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570003986737719458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUyhHWMC6KI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7C_dVHpSCx8/016%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2266783738582410932?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2266783738582410932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2266783738582410932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2266783738582410932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2266783738582410932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-4.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 4}…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUyhHWMC6KI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7C_dVHpSCx8/s72-c/016%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6071422576708323819</id><published>2011-02-04T01:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:32:42.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 3}…</title><content type='html'>The Joy of Love {Day 3}…then and now! Our assignment today is to take a picture of our loved one from the past and compare it to a picture of our loved one in the present. My daughter is my topic today; she will probably be my subject tomorrow. In all honestly, she is the only cooperative person in my house when it comes to the camera. However, I knew she was PERFECT for today’s post. When I read today’s topic I knew exactly what picture I wanted to use of her from the past. It seems like yesterday that my sweet daughter was born. I’m so thankful to my sister-in-law, Lacie, for taking this picture. It brings up so many emotions each time I see it. Around our house we jokingly refer to it as Zoey’s “monster picture”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569746257458385890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUu2thzeU-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/q4sSEkBiJ7k/Picture%2B372%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the only thing I see is her beautiful birth. I remember her Daddy calming her cries right after this picture by simply saying, “Its okay, Daddy’s here”. I remember holding her in my arms for the first time and the immediate bond and love I felt for such a small being. I love every aspect of this picture and will always treasure it. The second half of our assignment is to post a picture in the present and to get in close. We were asked to crop in close and fill the frame with our subject’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569743847992400914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUu0hR2BHBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/PiOFZyZZklk/079%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey has gained weight, grown taller, and now flaunts a full head of long blond hair. However, she has grown in many other ways as well. In 4 years, 10 months, and 16 days she has become her own individual self. She is strong willed yet sensitive and I love that about her. I appreciate the fact that she stands up for what she wants but still cares about other people’s feelings. However, no matter how much she grows and changes she will always be my “Precious”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6071422576708323819?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6071422576708323819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6071422576708323819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6071422576708323819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6071422576708323819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-3.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 3}…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUu2thzeU-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/q4sSEkBiJ7k/s72-c/Picture%2B372%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5839806587250648861</id><published>2011-02-02T13:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:59:43.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 2}...</title><content type='html'>It’s Day 2 in the Joy of Love workshop and our assignment is to capture how your loved ones look. The goal is to capture their TRUE essence, expression, attitude, and posture. My lovey dovey nature is a little dormant today. It’s 19 degrees in Texas, my heater is broken, and I have no hot water. So needless to say…you do not want to see a picture of any of my family members today. In fact, I took a picture of my husband and he threatened my life if I posted it! So, I’m saving that one for a day when he really burns my hide. Don’t worry it will come and the picture will be exposed….ahahaha (that’s my evil laugh). I just took these pictures of my daughter and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569198458924085714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUnEfdPSsdI/AAAAAAAAA70/Y21D_1gOfhE/370%2Bcopy%2Bwith%2Bborder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are her…down to the pearls and frilly pink shirt. I see only warmth and love in her expression and these are quickly becoming my favorite photos to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569209555573191602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUnOlXems7I/AAAAAAAAA78/Br7SkS0O6TY/361%2Bcopy%2Bwith%2Bborder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what love looks like in my eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5839806587250648861?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5839806587250648861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5839806587250648861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5839806587250648861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5839806587250648861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-2.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 2}...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUnEfdPSsdI/AAAAAAAAA70/Y21D_1gOfhE/s72-c/370%2Bcopy%2Bwith%2Bborder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4626994098474648021</id><published>2011-02-01T16:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:17:40.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Love {Day 1}...</title><content type='html'>I received my first assignment in the Joy of Love workshop…capture a photo of what your loved ones “do”. With the freezing temperatures outside I knew that my photo would have to be an indoor shot…not my specialty by any means. However, I quickly came to the realization that this photo does not have to be perfect. The whole purpose of this workshop is to capture the love in everyday moments. Which I can honestly say, after a day of fighting kids and piles of dirty clothes is something I sometimes take for granted. When bedtime comes my daughter wants one person and one person only…her Daddy. She wants him to tuck her in, read her a book, say her prayers, and snuggle to her until she drifts off to sleep. It is a special time for both of them and a bond the two of them share. I can not think of a better way to remember this time in their lives then with a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568876482297305954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUifp81bm2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/BeVym2XqRhI/016%2BHeartland%2BHeartland%2Bwith%2Bpop%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someday I will look back and absolutely adore this picture. It won’t matter that the lighting is not perfect or that my daughter’s hair is a mess. I will only see my daughter’s favorite book and a love between a father and daughter that will span a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4626994098474648021?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4626994098474648021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4626994098474648021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4626994098474648021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4626994098474648021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/02/joy-of-love-day-1.html' title='Joy of Love {Day 1}...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUifp81bm2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/BeVym2XqRhI/s72-c/016%2BHeartland%2BHeartland%2Bwith%2Bpop%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3950875686338392340</id><published>2011-01-29T22:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:00:57.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Love...</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously neglecting you and myself. I blog for one reason and one reason only…to capture all the little moments in my life that I don’t want to take for granted. Therefore, to get myself back in the groove of blogging and focus more on the “love” in my life…I have joined Willette’s &lt;a href="http://www.willettedesigns.com/?page_id=2780"&gt;the joy of LOVE&lt;/a&gt; class. With this FREE 28 day class participants will receive daily email prompts/photo assignments with some tutorial/instruction built into a daily email lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567837608720899394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUTuzjLenUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/c_Dl7v3ELQQ/s400/joy-of-love-logo-500-px.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the month of February and I look forward to capturing my life in a month of photos… don’t be surprised to see a few of my assignments here on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Blog, I have missed you and promise to do better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3950875686338392340?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3950875686338392340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3950875686338392340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3950875686338392340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3950875686338392340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2011/01/joy-of-love.html' title='The Joy of Love...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TUTuzjLenUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/c_Dl7v3ELQQ/s72-c/joy-of-love-logo-500-px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3480395585603589756</id><published>2010-08-31T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:07:10.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cooking...</title><content type='html'>If you read my previous post you know I’m trying out new recipes this week. Luckily, my family is not too picky. I don’t include Zane’s opinion…he’s only two and his taste buds are set to love only things sweet! However, luckily he will gag a few times and continue eating...I’m one lucky mom! However, I can honestly say all my family members LOVED the last two recipes I made and ate EVERY SINGLE BITE on their plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crunchy Garlic Chicken &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons butter or stick margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh chives or parsley&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cornflakes cereal, crushed (1 cup)&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon paprika&lt;br /&gt;6 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons butter or stick margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oven to 425 degrees. Grease rectangular pan, 13 X 9 X 2 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix 2 tablespoons butter, the milk, chives, salt and garlic powder. Mix cornflakes, parsley and paprika. Dip chicken into milk mixture, then coat lightly and evenly with cornflakes mixture. Place in pan. Drizzle with 2 tablespoons butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake uncovered 20 to 25 minutes or until chicken is no longer pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is from my &lt;em&gt;Betty Crocker Complete Cookbook&lt;/em&gt;. I served it with Rice A Roni Long Grain Wild Rice, steamed carrots, and green onions. It was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next recipe and picture are from my &lt;em&gt;Taste of Home Church Supper Cookbook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511651516221540674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TH1R2h4gyUI/AAAAAAAAA7A/W4qYauWY-Dc/s400/meat+ball+sandwich.jpg" /&gt; This recipe is not me…I’m not a big meat eater but I knew my family would enjoy it. Geeze…the sacrifices a mom will make. Boy, was I shocked when I really enjoyed this meal. It was really something I would not normally eat and I think I needed that…it hit the spot! When I originally picked out this recipe, I did not realize the meal was completely made in the microwave. My husband will die if he reads this. He loved the meal but HATES a microwave. He will only use it as a last resort…like when I’m not home to feed him and he has to fend for himself. I’m not lying when I say this meal took me 15 minutes start to finish to make. If you made the meatballs beforehand you could have dinner ready in 10 minutes max! This meal serves 12 so I cut it in half. The sandwiches are VERY FILLING. Joey could only eat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meatball Sub Sandwiches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dry bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons finely chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon Italian seasoning&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds ground beef (I used lean ground beef)&lt;br /&gt;1 jar (28 ounces) spaghetti sauce&lt;br /&gt;Additional Parmesan cheese, sliced onion, and green bell peppers, optional&lt;br /&gt;12 sandwich rolls, split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a large bowl, combine the first eight ingredients. Crumble beef over the mixture and mix well. Shape into 1 inch balls. Place in a single layer in a 2 quart microwave-safe dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cover and microwave on high for 3-4 minutes. Turn meatballs; cook 3-4 minutes longer or until no longer pink. Drain. Add spaghetti sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cover and microwave on high for 2-4 minutes or until heated through. Serve on rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used wheat sandwich rolls. I split them and toasted them with butter and garlic powder. For Joey and me, I added the meatballs and topped with purple onions, green bell peppers, jalapenos, and Parmesan cheese…YUMMY! I served these sandwiches with potato chips and fruit for the kiddos. Happy Cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3480395585603589756?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3480395585603589756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3480395585603589756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3480395585603589756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3480395585603589756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-cooking.html' title='Happy Cooking...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TH1R2h4gyUI/AAAAAAAAA7A/W4qYauWY-Dc/s72-c/meat+ball+sandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2163609482374889664</id><published>2010-08-28T16:03:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:44:36.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's For Dinner???</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you’re in a food rut? Nothing sounds good to eat; you cook the same meals week after week. Well, I have felt like this lately and decided to do something about it. I pulled out all my dusty cookbooks and vowed to cook something new each night for the next seven days. I sat down and made a menu and grocery list. I tried to find recipes that had ingredients that I already had at home or that were on sale at the grocery store. Last night on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; I posted that I was making stuffed cornbread and bacon pork chops and creamy corn and avocado salad. I had several people ask for the recipe…hence this blog post. Both of these recipes were easy and can be made in advance for an easy late night supper. When I saw the stuffed pork chop recipe it sounded so good; however, I was a little reluctant to try it because it was not a cooking technique I’m familiar with. I was presently pleased to find out how easy it was to make. This picture and recipe are from the &lt;em&gt;Betty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocker&lt;/span&gt; Complete Cookbook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510572937863308882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THl85AY5JlI/AAAAAAAAA6w/INWPjikCZNw/s400/Pork+Chops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corn Bread and Bacon Stuffed Pork Chops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 pork rib or loin chops, 1 to 1 ¼ inches thick (about 4 pounds)&lt;br /&gt;4 slices bacon, cut into ½ inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped (½ cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 small green bell pepper, chopped (½ cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup corn bread stuffing crumbs&lt;br /&gt;½ cup water&lt;br /&gt;½ cup shredded Cheddar cheese (2 ounces)&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon seasoned salt&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon dried marjoram leaves&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oven to 350 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a pocket in each pork chop by cutting into side of chop toward the bone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cook bacon in 12-inch skillet over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until crisp. Stir in onion and bell pepper. Cook 2 to 3 minutes, stirring occasionally, until vegetables are crisp-tender; remove from heat. Drain. Stir in stuffing crumbs and water until well mixed. Stir in cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sprinkle both sides of pork with seasoned salt, marjoram and pepper. Fill pockets with about 1/3 cup corn bread mixture. Cook pork in same skillet over medium heat, turning once, until brown. Place pork in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ungreased&lt;/span&gt; rectangular pan, 13 x 9 x 2 inches. Cover tightly with aluminum foil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake 45 minutes. Uncover and bake about 15 minutes longer or until pork is slightly pink when cut near bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn salad recipe and picture are from the &lt;em&gt;Taste of Home Church Supper Cookbook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510573193634276482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THl9H5NcZII/AAAAAAAAA64/TiJdB9Qvxz0/s400/corn+salad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe serves 12. So, I halved it and we ate the leftovers today as a dip with tortilla chips. It was even better the next day and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;avocados&lt;/span&gt; did not discolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creamy Corn and Avocado Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 cups frozen corn, thawed&lt;br /&gt;3 cups chopped seeded tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cubed avocado&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sweet red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup green bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;Dressing:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In large bowl, combine the corn, tomatoes, avocado, peppers and onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a small bowl, whisk the dressing ingredients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pour dressing over salad; toss to coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes or until chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the new dishes were a big hit. If you don’t count the gagging sounds that came from Zane every time he got a piece of onion in his mouth. I hope this motivates you to pull out your cookbooks and try something new for dinner tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2163609482374889664?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2163609482374889664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2163609482374889664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2163609482374889664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2163609482374889664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s For Dinner???'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THl85AY5JlI/AAAAAAAAA6w/INWPjikCZNw/s72-c/Pork+Chops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5865014526534629999</id><published>2010-08-23T22:50:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:58:56.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name: Zoey Blakley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Age: 4&lt;br /&gt;Height: 42 ¾ inches&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 46 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is back in session for the 2010 school year!!! Along with the first day of pre-school came new supplies, clothes, and shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508836591199742450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNRsVAiafI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/hdAQdIH0dRg/Picture+024+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;Zoey was not excited about waking up early this morning. She kept going on and on about an incident last year when she and a friend argued over who had a toy first. What can I say; my daughter has a hard time letting things go and does not forget ANYTHING! However, once she shook the sleep out of her eyes and made it out the door she was looking forward to her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830188929316690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNL3qsUd1I/AAAAAAAAA6I/-mzWq2PFYsA/Picture+017+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;She was excited to give her teacher a hug and catch up with all her old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508832759280666514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNONR_1h5I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/3n4frbR5P9M/Picture+055+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;She found her name tag and headed straight for the play dough…one of her favorite craft items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828088804640754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNJ9bHlB_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/QCXLJn3vh0Y/Picture+045+copy+2+with+border.jpg" /&gt;We made apple cupcakes for her classmates to welcome them back to school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508825445562003826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNHjkRbMXI/AAAAAAAAA54/6Kw7RR_P5dE/Picture+003+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508822475390100098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNE2rhQooI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SLjyw0N6FtU/Picture+80+(4)+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;When I asked Zoey what she was most excited about learning this year she told me being a “betinarian”. For those of you who don’t speak Zoey dialect…she wants to be the veterinarian in the school play! Zoey reported that she had a great day and learned about the letter A. She also sang the song “Apple Annie” for the remainder of the day…Zane was even able to pick up a few of the lines (we sang it that much)! She also said she met many new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508840725616159618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNVc-6Oa4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/LfljKreX3Bc/Picture+039+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;She especially liked “the girl with the red hair”. I’m glad she had such a good day today and we both look forward to a great year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5865014526534629999?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5865014526534629999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5865014526534629999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5865014526534629999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5865014526534629999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THNRsVAiafI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/hdAQdIH0dRg/s72-c/Picture+024+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4785389433284430087</id><published>2010-08-21T17:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:55:46.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-School Photo Shoot...</title><content type='html'>Zoey will be starting her second round of pre-school at Mrs. Connie’s on Monday. Last year, I decided to start a tradition and take Zoey out on a little pre-school photo shoot. I think this is a great way to document the changes in a child each year and I’m determined to keep this little tradition up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507997894455117874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THBW5wKYyDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/DgWCzPAwWV0/Picture+263+copy+2.jpg" /&gt; However, I can honestly say that Miss. Zoey gave me a run for my money today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508009299772096946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THBhRoR2wbI/AAAAAAAAA5g/tCThIi2uRlE/Picture+133+copy.jpg" /&gt;She had me really second guessing the need for traditions. She has been a little testy this week. Okay, I’m minimizing this…she has been a TERROR this week. She has been pushing my every button. If I tell her not to do something...she does it! If I tell her one time to do something...I have to tell her five times. Combine her honoree mood with hot temperatures, wind, and what has now become her “underwear issue” and you get lots of deep breaths and counting to ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507994728802695698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THBUBfMCOhI/AAAAAAAAA4o/65EAheIDOls/Picture+192+copy+2.jpg" /&gt; Her underwear issues you ask? Yes, I have bought over fifty pairs of underwear for her this summer in an attempt to find some that she is not constantly pulling at. If they move an inch in the wrong direction she has a complete melt down. Why has this become such an issue this summer?  I don’t know. If you happen to find out...please inform me so I can resolve this issue. I’m sure no one really cares about her ongoing need to readjust her underwear a hundred times a day, but I just have to get that off my chest. So, when you see my child around town pulling at her pants and crying while I attempt to drag her into some remote corner so she can fix her “underwear issue” you know what is going on...I’m not dragging her off to beat her as she cries and holds her backside! I also failed to mention I had less than four house of sleep prior to this lovely photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507998984340119682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THBX5MTOIII/AAAAAAAAA44/w5txzSe75OQ/Picture+210+copy.jpg" /&gt; Let’s not forget the SCREAMING two year old, who was more than willing to tell the world about his dislike with being constrained in the car seat while I begged his sister to at least look in the camera’s direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508000182250658866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THBY-63WXDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/xYreUY8T6HY/Picture+145+copy.jpg" /&gt; When all else fails you go for the bribe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508001660316844146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THBaU9FygHI/AAAAAAAAA5I/0BUbwvaumes/Picture+289+copy.jpg" /&gt; So, when you look at these pictures...I want you to see the sweat and tears this mama put into getting just a few shots of her beautiful, loving, kind, UNCOOPERATIVE daughter!!! Precious, I hope you have a GREAT first day back to school and I hope Ms. Connie nips that bad mood in the butt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4785389433284430087?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4785389433284430087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4785389433284430087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4785389433284430087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4785389433284430087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/08/pre-school-photo-shoot.html' title='Pre-School Photo Shoot...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/THBW5wKYyDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/DgWCzPAwWV0/s72-c/Picture+263+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5752304406483093055</id><published>2010-08-10T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:40:46.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Challenge...</title><content type='html'>When one of the blogs I read, &lt;a href="http://willettedesigns.com/2010/08/i-love-a-good-challenge/"&gt;Willette Designs&lt;/a&gt;, posted a photography challenge to its readers it peaked my interest. When I saw the subject, photograph your loved ones eyes, this picture instantly came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504002670081369426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TGIlRFkAZVI/AAAAAAAAA4g/t-dumXJBpKU/PIcture+088+B%26W+copy.jpg" /&gt;I took this picture of my son, Zane, and I love everything about it...including the baby drool in the corner of his mouth. Seeing all his sweet baby features in this picture always evokes an emotional response from me. I think photo challenges are fun for everyone...it's a great way to think outside of the box. I'll be taking more eye photos this week and look forward to next weeks challenge. I hope you join in on the fun and photograph your loved ones eyes! Leave a comment with a link to your blog if you join in on the challenge...I would love to see all your photos and I could use a little blog love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5752304406483093055?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5752304406483093055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5752304406483093055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5752304406483093055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5752304406483093055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/08/photo-challenge.html' title='Photo Challenge...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TGIlRFkAZVI/AAAAAAAAA4g/t-dumXJBpKU/s72-c/PIcture+088+B%26W+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5885140283326384203</id><published>2010-06-28T15:05:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:21:25.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th Crafts...</title><content type='html'>Zoey came to me today and said “let’s decorate”. July 4th is just around the corner so we decided to find some fun red, white, and blue crafts to whip up. Best of all, they are all…FREE!!! &lt;a href="http://tweedleddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/05/free-printables-4th-of-july-party.html"&gt;Tweedle Dee Designs&lt;/a&gt; has the cutest printable party pack. We made this banner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487929010668288594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCkKW-FxulI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5FRXFidCqFY/s400/Banner.jpg" /&gt;I also plan on using her cupcake toppers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487950263293741058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCkdsCSiiAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jbr_v0YBZF0/s400/Cupcake+Toppers+Two.jpg" /&gt;I think this craft from &lt;a href="http://eighteen25.blogspot.com/"&gt;eighteen25&lt;/a&gt; is something fun for the kids to do. These buttons will make any outfit patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487928689999716066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCkKETgbnuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/QJoew7KibT8/s400/Made+in+the+USA.jpg" /&gt;I’m making these fireworks treat bags for my nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487928521310757714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCkJ6fF2Y1I/AAAAAAAAA34/x6mbZWIEcWo/s400/snap_edited-1+copy.jpg" /&gt;You can also find the download for it over at eighteen25. Last but not least, these patriotic ice cream cone wrappers from &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/ice-cream-cone-wrapper"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt; make your July 4th treats look extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931054834012866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCkMN9M3UsI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/uyJ0Dzeli7U/s400/mla104854_0709_icecreamcone_l.jpg" /&gt;Break out your craft boxes and have some fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5885140283326384203?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5885140283326384203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5885140283326384203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5885140283326384203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5885140283326384203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/06/july-4th-crafts.html' title='July 4th Crafts...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCkKW-FxulI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5FRXFidCqFY/s72-c/Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5981594740589902923</id><published>2010-06-26T00:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:43:02.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heavy Heart…</title><content type='html'>I’m up late tonight because my heart is very heavy.  Some things in life are just hard to understand. My two children lay sleeping in their bed peacefully. All I can think is how grateful I am to have healthy children to love. My day to day life is not overwhelmed by thoughts of losing my child to a horrible illness. I feel selfish for feeling so lucky; as our family friends found out today that their four year old daughter’s body is again filled with cancer. They have been fighting for over a year and are now preparing for a death that is just unimaginable to me. I want them to know that we love them and are praying for them. Praying for peace, understanding, and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486951776975250162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCWRke5O4vI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jyC4btX6nQg/Picture+082+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;I hope that this post will spread their story and more prayers will be made for Katelyn and her family.  Miracles can happen! Follow the Connor's at &lt;a href="http://ourturkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ourturkey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5981594740589902923?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5981594740589902923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5981594740589902923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5981594740589902923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5981594740589902923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/06/heavy-heart.html' title='A Heavy Heart…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TCWRke5O4vI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jyC4btX6nQg/s72-c/Picture+082+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4514528787744786911</id><published>2010-06-18T23:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:38:53.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin and Faith...</title><content type='html'>I love taking pictures. However, I am NOT a professional photographer and I have never claimed to be. I occasionally have a friend or family member who asks me to take pictures for some type of event. In all honesty, my first response is to cringe…I always get so nervous when I’m doing something for someone else. I feel this enormous amount of pressure to be perfect…which is never possible. The one thing that always evokes the most amount of stress for me is the word….WEDDING!!! It might have a little to do with the amount of stress I underwent during my own wedding. Yes, it is suppose to be the most wonderful time of your life. However, add it in with finals…a college graduation…moving…finding a new job and last but not least…trying to stay a size 8 so you can fit into the stupid sample size wedding dress you bought to save a few bucks… you tend to get a little bit cranky. If fact, I think I might have suffered a little post traumatic stress from that wonderful time in my life. Yes, I can still walk by the wedding aisle at Hobby Lobby and my heart rate increases and I break out in a cold sweat. In all honesty, I run the other direction. Well, now that I have spilled the beans about my wedding phobia…I‘m moving back to the topic at hand. My friend, Erin, called me recently and asked me to take some engagement pictures of her baby sister and her soon to be brother-in-law. You know my initial response, but I soon gave into Erin…I just have a hard time turning a friend down and I’m so glad I didn't. I met Erin’s baby sister, Faith, and boy is she a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484352920784823074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBxV7JJBYyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ysSFrN7xdG8/Picture+243+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;She came with a suitcase full of cute clothes, jewelry, and fun hair pieces. We loaded up and headed out in the heat, ants, and humidity, but we had a good time. This couple is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484351624132841586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBxUvqvGUHI/AAAAAAAAA3A/h29naJ4lzjo/Picture+434+B%26W+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484349111716776834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBxSdbQbi4I/AAAAAAAAA24/fZScZBE-lCk/Picture+130+copy+2+with+border.jpg" /&gt; You can feel the love between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484344391592707506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBxOKrbKBbI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tIpTF5cvw40/Picture+464+soft+and+faded+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484340382790006322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBxKhVeHNjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/IeYT-0SusvU/Picture+295+B%26W+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt; I wish Justin and Faith the best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484339027720751730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBxJSdcbSnI/AAAAAAAAA2g/s_iOnO9uHy8/Picture+179+copy+2+with+border.jpg" /&gt; By the way, I hope I didn't scare you two with all my wedding phobia talk…I’m still with my wonderful husband and going into my tenth year of marriage. Stress must be a good sign for marital bliss (LOL)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4514528787744786911?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4514528787744786911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4514528787744786911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4514528787744786911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4514528787744786911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/06/justin-and-faith.html' title='Justin and Faith...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBxV7JJBYyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ysSFrN7xdG8/s72-c/Picture+243+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5409780732095442704</id><published>2010-06-05T16:47:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:59:18.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Q&amp;A...</title><content type='html'>Zoey finished her first year of preschool! I’m so proud of her. She has grown not only physically but socially. She has gained three and a half pounds and grown one inch. Best of all, she met new friends, learned to write her full name, and can recognize EVERY letter of the alphabet. You can see my question and answer session from the beginning of the school year under my post Q&amp;amp;A. I took photos of Zoey at the start of the school year. We went back to the same place to take a few post-preschool photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480509334218147026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TA6uM9ZJBNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/yIs2qhiEPa4/Picture+2056+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;I can only see small changes in her appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480478995194045698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TA6Sm_uH5QI/AAAAAAAAA1o/PwL8WonYu6U/Picture+1914+boost+copy.jpg" /&gt;However, I know as she grows older and her looks begin to change more drastically; I’ll be grateful I took the time to document this time in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480475541341248658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TA6Pd9HcnJI/AAAAAAAAA1g/GVEEX9CaN7Y/Picture+1934+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480486086683652898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TA6ZDxk_8yI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Wecv4CnXdy4/Picture+1956+copy.jpg" /&gt; Name: Zoey Blakley&lt;br /&gt;Height: 42 inches&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 46.5 lbs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479420298191160114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TArPuuC_wzI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/wEFTRUIQmYs/Picture+1939+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: School is out. Are you excited about summer vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: Yes, but I will miss my friends at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: What do you want to do this summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: Go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: What was your favorite thing about school this past year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: Learning my letters…the "applebet". I learned "lots of good stuff". I can write my "whole name".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: What was your favorite letter of the alphabet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: Z, because I like my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Who were your friends at school this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: Everyone was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Is there anything you did not like about school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: The color purple…"it does not smell good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Who was your favorite visitor that came to your school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: The fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Why the fireman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: Because I got to see his water hose and try on the fireman’s boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: What did you like most about Mrs. Connie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: She taught us lots of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: What was your favorite song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: The "vet song…when my pets are feeling sick my vet can make them better…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: Did you have a boyfriend this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: No…"boys have germs". (Music to a Mama’s ears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484171249492476946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TBuwse1oxBI/AAAAAAAAA2I/sHEZRnrCH1Y/Picture+1966+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;Thanks Mrs. Connie for all your hard work and a GREAT school year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5409780732095442704?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5409780732095442704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5409780732095442704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5409780732095442704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5409780732095442704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-year-down.html' title='Post Q&amp;A...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TA6uM9ZJBNI/AAAAAAAAA2A/yIs2qhiEPa4/s72-c/Picture+2056+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8929552300970759530</id><published>2010-06-02T00:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:46:16.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog Named Squirrel...</title><content type='html'>Joey and I dated all through high school. However, when I went off to college we lived in separate towns. Therefore, I would often visit him where he was employed on a working cattle ranch. During one of those visits, I met a friend of his who's dog just had a litter of puppies. I’m a sucker for anything newborn and tiny…I’m weak! At that time, I could talk Joey into anything. So, we came home with a runt puppy that would fit in the palm of my hand. She was covered in fleas. So, the first stop was a bath. While soaking wet and covered in soap we decided our new addition looked just like a Squirrel and we have been calling her that ever since. I graduated college, Joey and I got married, and we have had two babies…Squirrel was along for the entire journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478045664428920530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TAXtggOnjtI/AAAAAAAAA1I/dO0R13Vssj8/Dog+storyboard.jpg" /&gt; I have always claimed Squirrel as MY DOG! My husband has several work dogs but Squirrel has always been our only pet. However, when my daughter Zoey was born things changed. Squirrel became very protective of our baby girl. Ever since Zoey’s been walking she has been dragging Squirrel around by the collar. She quickly claimed Squirrel as her own. Today was our last day with our family pet. She will be missed dearly but I’m thankful for the time we had with her and the memories we will cherish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8929552300970759530?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8929552300970759530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8929552300970759530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8929552300970759530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8929552300970759530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-named-squirrel.html' title='A Dog Named Squirrel...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TAXtggOnjtI/AAAAAAAAA1I/dO0R13Vssj8/s72-c/Dog+storyboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1560790703685608457</id><published>2010-05-31T01:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:39:02.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Year Down...</title><content type='html'>Its official, Zoey has finished her first year of pre-school and they ended it with a BANG! The end of the year party was so much fun for all the kiddos. A clown came to the school and she had a few tricks up her sleeve…including a REAL rabbit! You should have heard the excitement that came from all the kids when that black and white bunny poked his head out. Matilda the clown was even able to pull my husband, Joey, into one of her tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477317274835106162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TANXCpioOXI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nuhDFuOtjRc/End+of+School+Board.jpg" /&gt; You could literally see the fear in his eyes when she started pouring water into a bucket on his head! Lucky for him, she was good at her craft and he stayed dry! Ms. Connie had an array of games set up for the kids including a cookie walk, duck pond, bean-bag toss, bubbles, and many other fun booths. Each child even received a special balloon…Zoey’s was a princess wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477314887545057234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TANU3sMU79I/AAAAAAAAA04/FRPjDS9LE2U/Picture+1818+copy.jpg" /&gt; Zoey came home with rainbow hair, glitter fingernails, and a beautiful painted face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477312312770498562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TANSh0aPEAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/-3Rh3ws4tvs/Picture+1849+copy+3+with+border.jpg" /&gt; Its days like this that I feel so lucky to be able to stay home with my children. I enjoyed being with Zoey as she played the games and saw her first magic show! This year has flown by and I’ll be posting more soon about the end of Zoey’s first school year! In the meantime, I want to thank Ms. Connie for all her hard work and commitment. It takes a very special person to do what she does. Zoey had a remarkable year and Ms. Connie is who I have to thank for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1560790703685608457?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1560790703685608457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1560790703685608457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1560790703685608457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1560790703685608457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-year-down.html' title='First Year Down...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TANXCpioOXI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nuhDFuOtjRc/s72-c/End+of+School+Board.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5974161939704524864</id><published>2010-05-30T23:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:51:57.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in the USA...</title><content type='html'>It’s Memorial Weekend and I can’t think of a better way to spend it then by watching my baby girl shake her thing at her dance recital. The theme this year…Party in the USA! Thanks to my friend, Amanda, Zoey had the cutest red, white, and blue outfit to wear for the opening act. Boy, does that girl have some talent in the sewing department. Thank God, because this Mama can’t even sew on a button! Zoey had the best time; however, I think she spent more time singing then dancing! Zoey performed in four dances and had several costume changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477287466492102674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TAM77kz2CBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/fziSDf6cSAg/Dance+Board+4.jpg" /&gt; Plus, I think she donned about four pounds of glitter on that little body of hers. It was so fun watching Zoey and her friends having such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477284677490940338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TAM5ZO-JmbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/CUgdAvGPMHI/Dance+Board+5.jpg" /&gt; I think Zoey’s favorite part of the show was receiving her award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477282110232755330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TAM3DzMGfII/AAAAAAAAA0Y/99lhckDS0ZE/Dance+board+3.jpg" /&gt;We even caught a picture of her kissing her trophy when she thought no one was looking. I just want to say thank you to Mrs. Lori for all her hard work and dedication. She put on a great show and has an amazing group of kids! I also want to say thank you to all our friends and family who came to watch Zoey’s performance…it meant a lot to her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5974161939704524864?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5974161939704524864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5974161939704524864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5974161939704524864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5974161939704524864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/05/party-in-usa.html' title='Party in the USA...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/TAM77kz2CBI/AAAAAAAAA0o/fziSDf6cSAg/s72-c/Dance+Board+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7744150226339628154</id><published>2010-05-07T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:43:40.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Giveaway…</title><content type='html'>I love, love, love these necklaces. When I found out that The Vintage Pearl is giving away five $50 gift certificates to their store for Mother’s Day, I jumped on every opportunity for a chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468614598824870450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S-RsAPB4wjI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NlBTs-QnDgI/blogheadernewlogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out &lt;a href="http://thevintagepearl.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-minute-giveaway-for-mom.html"&gt;The Vintage Pearl&lt;/a&gt; and see what you think. Don’t forget to enter for your chance to win!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7744150226339628154?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7744150226339628154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7744150226339628154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7744150226339628154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7744150226339628154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/05/giveaway.html' title='A Giveaway…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S-RsAPB4wjI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NlBTs-QnDgI/s72-c/blogheadernewlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3231700560428095125</id><published>2010-04-14T20:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:25:31.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Sweetness...</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Candice, and her husband, Cody, came down recently for a visit. We love seeing them. However, we REALLY love seeing what comes along with them…their sweet baby girl, Kiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460172531535715458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8Zt_PqIHII/AAAAAAAAAzw/O2Sk8bHdJA8/Picture+1343+B%26W+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460178896249322818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8ZzxuEGfUI/AAAAAAAAAz4/FpuN_PyL--M/Picture+1415+B%26W+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;I know what some of you are thinking…baby fever??? Think again! After a vomiting incident with Zoey in Target parking lot yesterday, I remember why I only have TWO very precious children. Following a healthy dose of red Kool-Aid and pink icing cookies from a classmate's birthday celebration, Zoey decides her stomach can't handle all the sweetness. Of course, she waits until we are thirty miles from home. Did I mention she drank red Kool-Aid before the incident? It looked like I punched her in the nose as I attempted to clean her in the parking lot with a handful of Zane's baby wipes. Oh, let's not forget Zane. Yes, he was throwing himself one tantrum because we were both out of the car and he was still confined to his car seat. Boy, you would not believe the stares. You’ve got to love Motherhood. Well, now that I’ve totally grossed you all out and convinced everyone why I don’t have baby fever, I’ll get back to this sweet baby girl. I'll get my sugar high from her every chance I get…this baby girl oozes pure sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460183145495609586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8Z3pDvXQPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/1QgAgAp3yo4/Picture+1347+B%26W+copy.jpg" /&gt;Welcome to motherhood Aunt Candice (LOL)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3231700560428095125?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3231700560428095125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3231700560428095125' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3231700560428095125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3231700560428095125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/04/pure-sweetness.html' title='Pure Sweetness...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8Zt_PqIHII/AAAAAAAAAzw/O2Sk8bHdJA8/s72-c/Picture+1343+B%26W+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7099738328128784839</id><published>2010-04-12T22:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:03:46.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Easter...</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late in posting some pictures from our busy holiday weekend.  Easter came and went so fast this year. It started with Zoey's pre-school Easter party. We made treats for Zoey's classmates, she hunted Easter eggs with all her friends, and she even bumped into the Easter bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459632848350498178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8SDJjH8TYI/AAAAAAAAAzo/5YLTIV-btmg/Pre-School+Easter+blog+board+3.jpg" /&gt;Zoey and I decorated these eggs for her pre-school egg decorating contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459628502190846402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8R_Mkau8cI/AAAAAAAAAzg/HRpsyvE0ids/Picture+879+copy.jpg" /&gt; Zoey was so excited when she won third place. It's a good thing Zoey had such a great time at her pre-school Easter party...she spent the rest of the holiday weekend with a 103 degree temperature and a head to toe rash. After a trip to the doctor and a thirty dollar co-pay, I was sent home with an over the counter allergy medicine and a diagnosis of an allergic reaction of some sort!  Despite being sick, Zoey really wanted to join in on all our family Easter events. We participated in our local Easter parade and won best overall float. We had three generations on the float and everyone had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459605035188796034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8Rp2nBcuoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qqKy7MphwDA/Easter+blog+board.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459603089813519090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8RoFX71uvI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6YcE98kqzyI/Easter+blog+board+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459601899601204322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8RnAGDHFGI/AAAAAAAAAzI/zQIVj9pdwwg/Easter+blog+board+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459598558368692706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8Rj9m_M-eI/AAAAAAAAAzA/fXZJOvDSyZ8/Easter+blog+board+4.jpg" /&gt; We also had our annual family egg decorating contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459458974269937890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8PlAvstmOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/B4hzOut0yg8/Easter+blog+2.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459456800877297586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8PjCPLhv7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/aD6_neDSMFk/Picture+1581+copy.jpg" /&gt; Overall we had a great Easter and Zoey is back to her normal non-itchy self!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7099738328128784839?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7099738328128784839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7099738328128784839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7099738328128784839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7099738328128784839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-easter.html' title='A Busy Easter...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S8SDJjH8TYI/AAAAAAAAAzo/5YLTIV-btmg/s72-c/Pre-School+Easter+blog+board+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2807239205010871069</id><published>2010-03-31T01:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:15:53.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeps...</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves Peeps…right??? Well, in all honesty I have NEVER eaten a Peep. I love sweets. However, I have never been a big marshmallow fan...unless it’s melted into chocolate between two graham crackers. Sorry, I was having a weak moment for a second there. Despite my lack of Peep experience, Zoey and I made these cute Easter treats for the girls in her dance class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454690159556493586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LzzMgvARI/AAAAAAAAAyg/42dAIX8821k/Picture+740+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;I found this creative idea from the ladies over at eighteen25 and thought it was too cute to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454688208699253298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LyBpAH4jI/AAAAAAAAAyY/waCtXdPKR04/Picture+751+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great Easter holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2807239205010871069?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2807239205010871069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2807239205010871069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2807239205010871069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2807239205010871069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/03/peeps.html' title='Peeps...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LzzMgvARI/AAAAAAAAAyg/42dAIX8821k/s72-c/Picture+740+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2795258636044422539</id><published>2010-03-31T00:42:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:41:48.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairyland...</title><content type='html'>This month my baby girl turned four. Boy, how time flies. She is growing up so fast. She has almost finished her first year of pre-school, she no longer needs a stool to wash her hands, and she can even button her own clothes. All these changes are sometimes hard for me to accept. She’s my first born and she will always be my baby. However, I know my baby is turning into a more independent little girl. Speaking of independent, Miss. Zoey picked her own birthday theme this year…FAIRIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454681953692007362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LsVjSLu8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ki-KRs6WOEI/blog+board+5.jpg" /&gt;With the help of my Aunt Vicki, we were able to pull out all the stops and turn my grandmother’s backyard into Zoey’s fairyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454680455189017362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7Lq-U7OsxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bv4HQMtdpQc/blog+board+decorations.jpg" /&gt;When the guests arrived they put on flower headbands, tutus, and fairy wings. We had friends, family, and fairies of all ages join in the birthday fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454676515386623186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LnZABJBNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/f5_GDtAfN6c/blog+board+7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454678032960222882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LoxVa4dqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/iGzGKW5j-9s/blog+board+guests.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454678710135491762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LpYwGDDLI/AAAAAAAAAyA/piRe1rr32rI/blog+board+4.jpg" /&gt;Add cupcakes, wands, and fairy dust and you can make any little girl’s fairy wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454675622891492498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LmlDNuFJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/RW9mmrpx97M/blog+board+2.jpg" /&gt;My husband, Joey, took the girls for a ride on his first pony, Buttermilk. Let’s not forget the karaoke machine…boy, do those girls love to "Party in the USA". As you can tell, my daughter is no stranger to the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454674197925841874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LlSGzby9I/AAAAAAAAAxg/9A_bvXmLiwM/blog+board.jpg" /&gt;No birthday is complete without presents. Zoey loves all her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454672951315177970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LkJi0SofI/AAAAAAAAAxY/acnzfE98eow/Picture+532+copy.jpg" /&gt;My little fairy was worn out by the end of the day and was having some major wardrobe malfunctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454671979218417090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LjQ9eXNcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FQQDrWUC6Y0/Picture+684+copy.jpg" /&gt;However, she informed me that this was the “best birthday”. I want to say a special thanks to all of you who helped make her day so special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2795258636044422539?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2795258636044422539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2795258636044422539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2795258636044422539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2795258636044422539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/03/fairyland.html' title='Fairyland...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S7LsVjSLu8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ki-KRs6WOEI/s72-c/blog+board+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7504951828799681855</id><published>2010-03-23T22:31:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:15:40.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day for Pictures...</title><content type='html'>If you read my last post, you know that one of my daughter’s best friends, Katelyn, is currently battling Neuroblastoma. Well, I recently got to spend some time with Miss. Katelyn. This little girl and her sister, Laura Beth, are two of the sweetest kiddos around. Their mom, Christa, recently asked me to take a few pictures of the girls. They make my job easy…Katelyn’s blue eyes and gorgeous smile capture my heart every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452040601490053410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6mKCnjSWSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ID3a7glkruo/Picture+242+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;Let me tell you, this little girl has no lack of sass or spunk. She always makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452043436405353954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6mMnobw7eI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lFaeZABHonQ/Picture+268+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452062858232363186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6meSIYKeLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/s90E6ht-JIY/Picture+246+copy+2+with+border.jpg" /&gt;Laura Beth’s blond hair and personality brighten up any picture! Not to mention, I get my workout every time I take pictures of Laura Beth…that girl is on the move (LOL)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452054971246935074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6mXHDETfCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qKysKQt1XBw/Picture+108+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452058727049739874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6mahqhePmI/AAAAAAAAAww/fqYML95tgJE/Picture+219+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;I love this family and I can never say enough about them. I hope the more I talk about them the more people pray for their situation. I know God listens and this is just my way of spreading the word…one prayer at a time! I hope my posts about Katelyn and her family opens your heart and makes you thankful for everything in life!!! I know every time I’m around this family, I see how positive they are and how blessed they are to have each other! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452060251127622946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6mb6YJ9LSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/upfMDyoCU-4/Picture+123+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt; Which in turn, makes me feel grateful for the many blessings I have in my own life and how lucky my daughter is to have such a great friendship with this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452066550155913186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6mhpB3VJ-I/AAAAAAAAAxI/_b-aFlVKhes/Picture+205+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt; This family is currently going through a difficult time and making some tough decisions. Please keep them in your prayers. Follow the Connor’s at &lt;a href="http://ourturkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ourturkey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7504951828799681855?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7504951828799681855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7504951828799681855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7504951828799681855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7504951828799681855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-day-for-pictures.html' title='A Great Day for Pictures...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S6mKCnjSWSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ID3a7glkruo/s72-c/Picture+242+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-9152397238745784144</id><published>2010-03-10T16:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:49:35.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Special Gift...</title><content type='html'>Today, Zoey received a VERY SPECIAL present from one of her best friends, Katelyn Connor…a magic wand!!! What a precious girl. Zoey misses spending time with Katelyn and this wand made her day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447133369057903010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S5ga8GLfgaI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UOt2To5W7Ts/Wand+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know Katelyn check out my post &lt;em&gt;A Special Little Girl&lt;/em&gt; from May 2009. You can also follow this family at &lt;a href="http://www.ourturkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ourturkey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Katelyn has really been on my mind lately and I think about this family daily. Katelyn has been diagnosed with neuroblastoma and is currently going through another round of chemotherapy. So, today I want to keep things on a light note. I want Katelyn to look at these pictures and smile! I want her to know that she has friends who are thinking about her and missing her bunches. We love you Katelyn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-9152397238745784144?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/9152397238745784144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=9152397238745784144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/9152397238745784144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/9152397238745784144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-special-gift.html' title='A Very Special Gift...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S5ga8GLfgaI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UOt2To5W7Ts/s72-c/Wand+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6044265978186382680</id><published>2010-03-07T19:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:32:15.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Premier Designs for You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S5RXHpPz-HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/R3npMnYW4pc/s1600-h/0310_double_quickstart_nj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446073638240647282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S5RXHpPz-HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/R3npMnYW4pc/0310_double_quickstart_nj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6044265978186382680?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6044265978186382680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6044265978186382680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6044265978186382680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6044265978186382680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Is Premier Designs for You...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S5RXHpPz-HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/R3npMnYW4pc/s72-c/0310_double_quickstart_nj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4946827101805271810</id><published>2010-02-23T21:46:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:14:08.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Texas...</title><content type='html'>Last night when the weather forecast called for snow in our Texas hometown I was skeptical. I mean, our thermometers were reading in the seventies only two days ago. Boy was I surprised by the scene we had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441655653472447698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4Sk_Fc4rNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/G_ZCPpb7u7k/PIcture+1685+vintage+copy.jpg" /&gt;We had a gorgeous snow shower. My daughter, Zoey, has been wishing for snow since Christmas. On Christmas Eve, she was devastated that we did not have snow. I tried to explain how unlikely the event is to occur here in Texas. So, today when she saw snowflakes through our front window she was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441665287948436482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4Stv4q9hAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OaechhzQH8g/PIcture+1684+copy.jpg" /&gt;She came running to me with so much excitement on her face. It was so cute when she told me…"it’s finally Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441658460028040786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4Snicr4dlI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8UQ5kFEtvdE/PIcture+1599+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;Zane was asleep when the snow started. So, Zoey and I bundled up and headed outdoors. The first thing she did was stick her tongue out and try to catch a snowflake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441661340782999058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4SqKIVYthI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Qe3AZdwN9uw/PIcture+1565+copy.jpg" /&gt;Zoey and I had a snowball fight and enjoyed the cold while we waited for brother to wake up. Once Zane joined us we decided to build a “miniature” snowman…a big one is out of the question when you’re trying to keep up with a one year old in an open pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441662722540663266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4SrajyFceI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1c2NIJZAJSI/PIcture+1662+copy.jpg" /&gt;I can honestly say this one picture sums up Zane’s snow experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441657210944429922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4SmZvfJH2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/3oGsQMgpqvc/PIcture+1646+copy.jpg" /&gt;He was so excited to put his coat and hat on and head outside. However, when the snow started hitting his face he was not sure about it…"COLD" was all he kept saying! To make matters worse he was bundled up like the Abominable Snowman. Baby boy has a hard enough time with balance…add snow and a monstrous jacket and you can only expect the worst. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started when he decided to ride his sister’s bike. He managed to push himself into the LARGEST mud muddle in our driveway. There his shoe got stuck in the mud and left him with only a white sock on. So, he decides to get off the bike and attempts to get his shoe out of the mud…where he proceeds to fall face first into the snowy wet mud. Before I can get to him, he manages to get his self up and hobble to me in one muddy sock. In a matter of five minutes his snow experience was over and the crying began. Not because he was soaking wet, cold, or muddy but because I made him go inside. We will definitely be going back out tomorrow for round 2! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4946827101805271810?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4946827101805271810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4946827101805271810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4946827101805271810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4946827101805271810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-texas.html' title='Snow in Texas...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4Sk_Fc4rNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/G_ZCPpb7u7k/s72-c/PIcture+1685+vintage+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6809825381830272120</id><published>2010-02-21T10:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:10:58.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New...</title><content type='html'>I need to try something NEW!!! I am making a drastic decision. Ok, it’s not that drastic but for this girl it evokes a small amount of fear. What is it you ask? I’m going to start The Couch-to-5K Running Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440741573419266162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4Flon5a8HI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5QAYlbebl4Q/s400/a181.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a beginner’s running schedule that will have you running 3 miles in just two months. I’m not exactly a coach potato but I’m definitely not a runner. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ran since having my children. After taking a speed walking class in college I was hooked. Speed walking is my friend. I’m comfortable with speed walking…it brings me no anxiety. However, I need a change and I need to get out of my comfort zone. I can’t seem to maintain an exercise program…I think I’m bored. So, here goes nothing…running here I come. Please be kind to me… we have not been friends for awhile. I’m off to clean the house, wash clothes, and set my workout gear out. I want no excuse in the morning! Even though I’m a little anxious I know it will be fun to challenge myself. If you interested in this program check out this link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have tried this program or know of any other great workout routines let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6809825381830272120?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6809825381830272120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6809825381830272120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6809825381830272120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6809825381830272120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-new.html' title='Something New...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4Flon5a8HI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5QAYlbebl4Q/s72-c/a181.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5024526463500569953</id><published>2010-02-18T14:09:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:34:14.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could Be a Winner Too...</title><content type='html'>I’m not the lucky type. So, when I win something I’m always so excited! A few weeks ago, my friend Shauna Maness revamped her photography blog. I was up late one night and noticed the new changes. Her blog looks great and I left her a comment expressing how much I liked it. To my surprise, Shauna sent me a gift for being the first person to leave a comment on her new blog! Are these babies cute or what…a set of postcards and personalized initial tags. I love them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441677584527541314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4S47o_4REI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UqnIt6WmtwQ/PIcture+1291+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;She also posted me as a guest reader. Shauna does amazing work and offers some great photography classes! So go to her blog and check it out...http://www.shaunamaness.com/blog/. You won't be sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention you can be a winner too…each week Shauna will select a comment on her blog at random, and the winner will get to pick a set of {art}cards or initials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5024526463500569953?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5024526463500569953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5024526463500569953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5024526463500569953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5024526463500569953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-could-be-winner-too.html' title='You Could Be a Winner Too...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S4S47o_4REI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UqnIt6WmtwQ/s72-c/PIcture+1291+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2612526087267499421</id><published>2010-01-29T14:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:53:11.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Living...</title><content type='html'>I love the fact that we live in a small town. The same small town my husband was born and raised in. My children are able to experience the country way of life and they love it. In fact, Zane spent twenty minutes at the front door this morning in perfect silence. He was simply watching his "Paw Paw" unload round bales of hay off the trailer. My daughter put on her mud boots and begged me to let her get on the tractor and help. However, country living is not always pretty. I have one word for you....&lt;strong&gt;MUD&lt;/strong&gt;! Ok, maybe two....&lt;strong&gt;GATES&lt;/strong&gt;! I do not have to open a gate at the moment so I won't get on my soapbox about opening the gate....in the rain...in the mud...in your nice shoes...while your running late to where ever you need to go! Sorry, I had to vent a little over the eight years I had to open a gate. It scarred me for life! Anyway, back to the ugly side of country living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432272688188735730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2NPOn6LwPI/AAAAAAAAAto/jrxemT8C9HA/PIcture+1507+copy.jpg" /&gt;Yes, this baby was found in our yard today. The same yard my babies play in. Is it alive you ask...oh yes, it is! Will it be for long? I sure hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432270011466729698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2NMy0V7SOI/AAAAAAAAAtg/idkPGf9qZzM/PIcture+1506+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2612526087267499421?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2612526087267499421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2612526087267499421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2612526087267499421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2612526087267499421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/01/country-living.html' title='Country Living...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2NPOn6LwPI/AAAAAAAAAto/jrxemT8C9HA/s72-c/PIcture+1507+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3290796946258911573</id><published>2010-01-27T13:07:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:04:22.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Boy in Town...</title><content type='html'>My husband's cousin, Debbie, recently moved back home. When my husband was born, Debbie was 12 years old and quickly claimed him for her own. She spoiled him rotten and he is still known around the Blakley family as "Deb's boy". Since Debbie has been home she has won the hearts of my two children...they adore her! Zane cries every time she leaves because he can't go with her. Well, Debbie's daughter, Hilary (aka: the best babysitter ever...I have to suck up a little), recently had her first baby, Ryan Parker, making Deb a GRANDMOTHER!!! Ok, she's not a grandma she's a "Be-Be". Since Mr. Ryan has been born my kiddos have had a little competition (LOL). Who can blame Be-Be for having a new center of attention...this baby boy is absolutely adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431502285445300098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2CSjSCwf4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/lufyR0Qzc-Q/PIcture+1431+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;He turned two weeks old and we had to celebrate with a little picture taking! I LOVE to get crying baby pictures! I know it's mean, but it's real and that's what I love about them. However, Mr. Ryan would not cooperate...not a peep, a whimper, or a cry! You would have never know it was cool outside or that my children were running around screaming like wild Indians. He was perfect...he spent most of his time sprawled out and snoozing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431526220527662834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2CoUfLFdvI/AAAAAAAAArg/LUHz5OJLkTA/PIcture+1472+copy.jpg" /&gt;My next favorite thing to capture are those sweet baby feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431507230896855506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2CXDJSSmdI/AAAAAAAAArI/4ivzaUAmS7s/PIcture+1419+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;I even got a wink and a smile out of this little flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431527327864889506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2CpU8U2oKI/AAAAAAAAAro/8GLpaF9lC4o/PIcture+1478+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431513916351160770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2CdISizocI/AAAAAAAAArY/JfnJn0bhfOY/PIcture+1417+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;He also wanted me to let Joey know..."Deb, has a new boy in town!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3290796946258911573?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3290796946258911573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3290796946258911573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3290796946258911573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3290796946258911573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-boy-in-town.html' title='A New Boy in Town...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S2CSjSCwf4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/lufyR0Qzc-Q/s72-c/PIcture+1431+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6633673702514048506</id><published>2010-01-21T23:26:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:09:45.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Odd One Out...</title><content type='html'>Around our house I'm the odd one out. That's right, I don't own a pair of western boots, a hat, or any other western gear. However, I love the fact that my children have fallen into my husband's footsteps...they love EVERYTHING about horses, boots, and cowboy hats. In fact, I received Zane's first cowboy hat and belt buckle at my baby shower while still pregnant with him...thanks Candice and Cody! Well, my baby boy has finally grown into his cowboy hat and he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429457865788546370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S1lPKZVG3UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ynXvG63Ld4E/PIcture+1251+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;As soon as the hat hits his head he's galloping through the house like he's riding a horse. He even throws his head back and forth as if he's being bucked around by a wild bronco. He and his sister run around the house on stick horses seeing who will get bucked off first...which usually turns into an injury, crying, and a lecture from Mom about running in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429442342187341538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S1lBCzaKluI/AAAAAAAAAqg/D8Tg3rI2XGM/PIcture+1237+copy+B%26W.jpg" /&gt;The crying doesn't last long, the injury heels, and Mom's lecture is soon forgotten as he puts his cowboy hat back on and saddles up to ride his stick horse again...smiles and giggling quickly follow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429436597460237618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S1k70aoffTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/yTcHGOVJwwQ/PIcture+1317+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;I know that this love for the western way of life is a special bond my children have with their dad...and every time my baby boy puts on his hat I'm reminded how lucky we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6633673702514048506?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6633673702514048506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6633673702514048506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6633673702514048506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6633673702514048506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-one-out.html' title='The Odd One Out...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S1lPKZVG3UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ynXvG63Ld4E/s72-c/PIcture+1251+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2798131144155772005</id><published>2010-01-10T21:58:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:11:30.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Deal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanted to let you in on a great special Premier is about to start! It's our 50% Hostess Benefits Special and it begins January 16th. This means more &lt;strong&gt;FREE JEWELRY&lt;/strong&gt; for you as a hostess and that's not all...we also have our spring/summer collection of &lt;strong&gt;NEW JEWELRY&lt;/strong&gt; being released at exactly the same time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you like to get a few girlfriends together and be one of the first to take advantage of this great special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425358729674261842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S0q_BRVMhVI/AAAAAAAAAqI/EARsbomjX40/promo_50hb_1766_50_hb_online_flier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOW IT WORKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Book your Home Show with me between Saturday, January 16 and Monday, February 22, 2010. To qualify for 50% Hostess Benefits, a Home Show must have Total Retail Sales (advance orders, guest orders, and Hostess half-price selections) of $450.00 or greater. Hostesses with Total Retail Sales of $100.00 to $499.99 will receive the regular 30% Hostess Benefits. Do you have a friend who loves jewelry? Tell her about this great special! If she books a show with me and uses your name as a referral you will receive a years worth of jewelry coupons! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BOOK YOUR SHOW TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2798131144155772005?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2798131144155772005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2798131144155772005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2798131144155772005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2798131144155772005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-deal.html' title='A Sweet Deal...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/S0q_BRVMhVI/AAAAAAAAAqI/EARsbomjX40/s72-c/promo_50hb_1766_50_hb_online_flier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8490052037268771501</id><published>2009-12-29T23:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:32:03.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring in the New Year...</title><content type='html'>The holidays are over...you've fretted and fussed over everyone but YOU! Now is the time for a new year and a new YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book a Premier Designs Home Show with me in January or February and earn a special extra bonus...each hostess will be able to purchase ONE ring of her choice for the dollar amount of the date of her show!!! For example, hold your show on the 5th of January; you can purchase one ring for $5.00!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420900060300320642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Szrn4jkYH4I/AAAAAAAAApo/hmuOxf4xjwg/s400/January+Promotion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is ABSOLUTELY NO PRESSURE with a home show! You will join your friends and family for FASHION and FUN, and learn how to literally SAVE MONEY by using accessories to stretch your wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call and book your home show today. Don't wait, early dates go quickly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend who loves jewelry??? Let her know about this GREAT DEAL! If she books a show and uses your name as a referral...YOU will receive a FULL YEAR'S worth of JEWELRY COUPONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WISHING YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD TIMES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD CHEER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Premier Designs Representative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erica Blakley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(936) 348-4133&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:erica_blakley@yahoo.com"&gt;erica_blakley@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8490052037268771501?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8490052037268771501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8490052037268771501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8490052037268771501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8490052037268771501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/12/ring-in-new-year.html' title='Ring in the New Year...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Szrn4jkYH4I/AAAAAAAAApo/hmuOxf4xjwg/s72-c/January+Promotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3566656723780478842</id><published>2009-11-11T16:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:04:37.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest...</title><content type='html'>I'm having a contest just in time for Thanksgiving.  Join the Turkey Trot and earn FREE JEWELRY!!!  It's simple, contact me at (936)348-4133 or &lt;a href="mailto:erica_blakley@yahoo.com"&gt;erica_blakley@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; and say "Yes, I want to join the Turkey Trot."  I will send you a Premier Designs jewelry catalog and order forms.  You will make sales to your friends, family, and co-workers between now and November 30th.  Think of all the family you will see over the Thanksgiving holiday.  It's also a great time of year to start holiday shopping!  You will send your orders and money to me by December 1st.  Your orders will be delivered to you in time for Christmas!!!  Best of all...you will earn FREE JEWELRY!!!!  With all that free jewelry, you can treat yourself or someone else this holiday season! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have the highest sales in the Turkey Trot you will receive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$50 More in FREE JEWELRY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Svs5B3GDhcI/AAAAAAAAApU/Rtfm2sVCDhU/s1600-h/TurkeyTrotCatalogShow2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402974882093041090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Svs5B3GDhcI/AAAAAAAAApU/Rtfm2sVCDhU/s400/TurkeyTrotCatalogShow2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3566656723780478842?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3566656723780478842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3566656723780478842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3566656723780478842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3566656723780478842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/11/contest.html' title='Contest...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Svs5B3GDhcI/AAAAAAAAApU/Rtfm2sVCDhU/s72-c/TurkeyTrotCatalogShow2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6170243139788837463</id><published>2009-11-06T12:20:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:21:37.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival Fun...</title><content type='html'>In honor of the letter "F" and the fall season. Zoey's pre-school class had a Fall Festival. Zoey wore her autumn fairy costume for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401063916078153458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRvA_8EvvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MO2G7I97ZsI/s400/Picture+400.jpg" /&gt;Zoey was so excited to bring the Minnie Mouse pumpkin she made for the pumpkin decorating contest. All the kids had such cute pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084425564952466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvSBqzuxl5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/O7TJAqQLmh4/s400/PIcture+163+copy.jpg" /&gt;My aunt and I worked the Duck Pond and Pick-A-Pop booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064681932973490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRvtk-F5bI/AAAAAAAAAns/r8L3bklUaD8/s400/PIcture+113+copy.jpg" /&gt;The kids had a great time. Their first stop was the butterfly joy jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065212206368498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRwMcZHxvI/AAAAAAAAAn0/vd61ni_IxbI/s400/PIcture+105+copy.jpg" /&gt;Next, was the bubble booth. This was definitely a favorite for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401067797464847202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRyi7Oxk2I/AAAAAAAAAoM/177K5S0F8wU/s400/PIcture+033+copy.jpg" /&gt;My favorite station was the apple decorating booth. What a cute idea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065708672201266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRwpV3zMjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NBJh0e3tX8c/s400/PIcture+060+copy.jpg" /&gt;The kids had a great time making faces on their apples with icing, candy, and sprinkles. It didn't hurt that you got to eat your creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401066632120982962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRxfF_JXbI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2khtI1q9TJE/s400/PIcture+057+copy.jpg" /&gt;Zoey enjoyed the make-up and face-painting stations. She had her hair sprayed pink, her nails painted, and a cupcake painted on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401068479929693010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRzKpnEs1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/vQiOdVMx6fU/s400/PIcture+065+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401069837677846114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvR0ZrndXmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qdEuDVMgMwA/s400/PIcture+097+copy.jpg" /&gt;I think the most memorable event was the chocolate pudding eating competition. The kids had a race to see who could eat all the pudding off their plate first without using their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401070747980650002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvR1Oqwj1hI/AAAAAAAAAok/6FqPNEn54fE/s400/PIcture+080+copy.jpg" /&gt;These smiles made the pudding mess well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401086319447841202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvSDZC_pGbI/AAAAAAAAApM/e8e-xzezDoI/s400/PIcture+090+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401085300483149474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvSCdvDhzqI/AAAAAAAAApE/XwVftfadxZk/s400/PIcture+088+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401072178425724626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvR2h7lPftI/AAAAAAAAAos/7k8cjcrwGn8/s400/PIcture+095+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6170243139788837463?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6170243139788837463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6170243139788837463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6170243139788837463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6170243139788837463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-festival-fun.html' title='Fall Festival Fun...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SvRvA_8EvvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MO2G7I97ZsI/s72-c/Picture+400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2182094978281108333</id><published>2009-11-02T00:39:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:35:51.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Halloween...</title><content type='html'>October has always been one of my favorite months. I love the cooler air, the pumpkins, and Halloween. The highlight for me this October was watching my two babies trick-or-treat. I loved the way Zoey held Zane's hand and helped him to each door. I treasure moments like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399393069815489554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su5_Y8kO5BI/AAAAAAAAAmU/EI6I3_hiGLI/s400/PIcture+182+copy.jpg" /&gt;After much debate, Zoey decided to dress up like a mermaid this Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399403043450737794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su6IdfQLVII/AAAAAAAAAnU/u83hzo2pGE8/s400/PIcture+187+copy.jpg" /&gt;When I saw this baby duck costume I could not pass it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399394593451975218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su6AxojeojI/AAAAAAAAAmk/F4Os7qvvUts/s400/PIcture+193+copy.jpg" /&gt;Hannah Montana (aka: Kate Hagaman) joined us for trick-or-treating around the square. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397920998547586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su6DzUoZ4II/AAAAAAAAAm0/D7U0mEp9HT8/s400/PIcture+259+copy.jpg" /&gt;Zoey and Kate are great friends! I think these girls used a whole can of glitter spray between the two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399400227550783570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su6F5lNT6FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/iI2qBixP-5Y/s400/PIcture+218+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All three children had one mission...CANDY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399398841562420642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su6Eo5_71aI/AAAAAAAAAm8/i8ClC1S_9HI/s400/PIcture+202+copy.jpg" /&gt; By the time we left the town square, Zane had eaten nearly a whole sucker...wrapper and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399395738656814114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su6B0SxltCI/AAAAAAAAAms/_LINGW9tNxg/s400/PIcture+200+copy.jpg" /&gt; Ms. Montana said her bucket was even too heavy to carry. To top the sugar high off....Halloween cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399399680664387010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su6FZv5bvcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/DsGgd-8xTxQ/s400/PIcture+282+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made one Mama's day watching these kiddos have such a happy Halloween!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2182094978281108333?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2182094978281108333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2182094978281108333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2182094978281108333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2182094978281108333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='A Happy Halloween...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Su5_Y8kO5BI/AAAAAAAAAmU/EI6I3_hiGLI/s72-c/PIcture+182+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1488677982300283595</id><published>2009-10-01T22:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:09:13.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year...</title><content type='html'>Fall has always been my favorite time of year. I don't know if it's the cooler weather, fall foliage, or the pumpkins.  I think it's a little bit of each. Not to mention, fall is the start of the holiday season...and yummy food! I do know one thing, the changing weather gave me a great excuse to slap a hat on my precious daughter and head outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387857909844873842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SsWEORCVEnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7tYYWipIz5U/s400/PIcture+147+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387853244595683682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SsV_-toPwWI/AAAAAAAAAl0/dYY23_iovYc/s400/PIcture+156+copy+with+red+removed+from+face.jpg" /&gt;Being out of town for the weekend gave us a change of scenery and had my creative juices flowing. Zoey was pretty cooperative herself...might have been the $5.00 bribe and a promised trip to the Dollar Store. No matter what the reason, we had fun and came home with some of my favorite pictures of Zoey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387861332938001378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SsWHVhDVC-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/wviZ0-2G0So/s400/PIcture+037+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387842005913728882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SsV1wiRqd3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/zBQrDXS6xbQ/s400/PIcture+175+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387838477059212850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SsVyjIRLxjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2QCbNcd98Aw/s400/PIcture+242+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;I had a hard time narrowing down the pictures to post on my blog. I love them ALL...mostly because I feel like they express Zoey's personality.  What do they say..."A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387845552017383218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SsV4-8iqHzI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vmq71AuzVdU/s400/PIcture+131+copy+with+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1488677982300283595?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1488677982300283595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1488677982300283595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1488677982300283595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1488677982300283595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SsWEORCVEnI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7tYYWipIz5U/s72-c/PIcture+147+copy+with+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-508854582415349679</id><published>2009-09-26T12:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:32:55.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostess with the Mostest...</title><content type='html'>You could be the next Hostess with the Mostest!!!  Premier Designs' new holiday promotion is just for you.  Host a home show between October 9th and November 23rd and &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; could receive 30%, 40%, or 50% of your home shows total retail sales in &lt;strong&gt;FREE JEWELRY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385832795221546482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sr5SZFLUVfI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nqlvU2FgJH0/s400/2009_30_40_50_hb_flier.jpg" /&gt;  Hostess Benefits will be awarded as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home Shows with Total Retail Sales of &lt;strong&gt;$100.00 to $399.00&lt;/strong&gt; will receive the regular &lt;strong&gt;30%&lt;/strong&gt; Hostess Benefits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home Shows with Total Retail Sales of &lt;strong&gt;$400.00 to $499.00&lt;/strong&gt; will receive &lt;strong&gt;40%&lt;/strong&gt; Hostess Benefits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home Shows with Total Retail Sales of &lt;strong&gt;$500.00 or greater&lt;/strong&gt; will receive &lt;strong&gt;50%&lt;/strong&gt; Hostess Benefits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your Total Retail Sales can consists of advance orders, home show guest orders, and hostess half-price selections.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you do as a hostess???  It's easy...open your home to friends and family and put out a few snacks.  I will come in with my jewelry for your guests to view, try on, and purchase.  It's a lot of fun and I will even show you some great fall fashion tips.  Get a jump on the holiday season and book your show today!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you who have already booked home shows with me during the promotional dates you are already qualified to be the Hostess with the Mostest!!!!  You ladies should start showing your catalogue now...your advance orders count towards your total retail sales and could get you closer to earning your 50% hostess benefits!!!  Make sure to remind your friends and family that it's a great time of year to start shopping for holiday gifts!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have any questions about our promotion or want to book your own home show contact me at (936) 348-4133.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will be the Hostess with the Mostest????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-508854582415349679?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/508854582415349679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=508854582415349679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/508854582415349679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/508854582415349679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/09/hostess-with-mostest.html' title='Hostess with the Mostest...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sr5SZFLUVfI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nqlvU2FgJH0/s72-c/2009_30_40_50_hb_flier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7527651989750243084</id><published>2009-09-12T11:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:34:21.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy, Maties!!!</title><content type='html'>It's party time!!! My little man is turning one next week, and we are celebrating his birthday this weekend...pirate style. So slip into your pirate gear and get ready to hunt for treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380619059678990914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqvMhuvc0kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7TFmDEKE5VM/s400/PIcture+062+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check back next week for pictures from Zane's pirate party. You know us...we LOVE birthdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7527651989750243084?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7527651989750243084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7527651989750243084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7527651989750243084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7527651989750243084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahoy-maties.html' title='Ahoy, Maties!!!'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqvMhuvc0kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7TFmDEKE5VM/s72-c/PIcture+062+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-652831583150367877</id><published>2009-09-10T22:26:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:56:10.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Girls...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we were invited to McKenna's fourth birthday party. Around our house we love to celebrate birthdays. What's not to love...cake, ice cream, presents...did I mention cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380048374876117698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnFfgLomsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-i-VvV_T1rI/s400/PIcture+002+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKenna's birthday theme was right up Zoey's alley...girly girl princess party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380067788834578242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnXJi0Bn0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/BsH5fziVHb4/s400/PIcture+036+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls had such a great time. The first thing on the agenda...dress up. All the girls went through an assortment of dress up clothes to find the perfect outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380052488433233714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnJO8YE7zI/AAAAAAAAAj8/MEMqKBVPfd4/s400/PIcture+047+copy+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380058604760557682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnOy9eJaHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PL22tCeIgdE/s400/PIcture+004+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey ended up in a purple tutu and a pair of fairy wings. After dress up, the girls headed over to the tiara station where they could add a little bling to their crowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380056849731389058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnNMzelhoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Gm2gDQiLsnU/s400/PIcture+007+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, it was time for a little fingernail painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380061190037760498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnRJcYQ6fI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AQejWwCVJd0/s400/PIcture+024+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey's color choice...purple. What a fun day...these girls had the time of their lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380072568919706946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnbfyBITUI/AAAAAAAAAks/yoaYuGspzzs/s400/PIcture+050+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks McKenna for letting Zoey and I be a part of your special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380071367039260850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnaZ0qgGLI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5FKTDirEHF0/s400/7932_1118979891588_1139739564_30291790_6770658_n%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-652831583150367877?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/652831583150367877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=652831583150367877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/652831583150367877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/652831583150367877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/09/girly-girls.html' title='Girly Girls...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqnFfgLomsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-i-VvV_T1rI/s72-c/PIcture+002+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3029300452212108798</id><published>2009-09-04T15:36:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:23:56.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Months...</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a little late in posting this, but Zane is eleven months old. He has grown so much over the past month. He has mastered the sippy cup, he has seven teeth, and a head full of hair. His hair has gotten very curly on the back ends, and I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377715749944585842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqF7-3J4bnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zT-P9Upgpu4/s400/PIcture+021+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, he's WALKING!!! Yes, I said it...he's walking. Once baby boy learned how he's been trucking ever since. He now refuses to eat baby food and really only wants a bottle at bedtime. He simply wants to eat and drink what mom, dad, and sister have. Zane and Zoey's food preferences are so different. Zoey is a meat and potato kind of girl. Zane is all about the bread and pasta. He's a little more picky, but no doubt about it...he LOVES sweets. It's a good thing he likes to brush his teeth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377720573832453938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqGAXpiX3zI/AAAAAAAAAjA/r8mIANVH3So/s400/PIcture+036+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning sister, Zane follows her around like a little puppy. He wants to do whatever she is doing. Zoey has her moments when she has had her feel of him...like when he's eaten her most recent masterpiece. The two of them are so cute together. Zane gets so excited each morning when we go into Zoey's room to wake her up for school, and she always greets him with a smile and "good morning". I have the best kids, and I feel like God has truly blessed my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377726067381746914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqGFXamlvOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/SOvMji8EcLE/s400/PIcture+016+copy+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3029300452212108798?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3029300452212108798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3029300452212108798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3029300452212108798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3029300452212108798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/09/eleven-months.html' title='Eleven Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqF7-3J4bnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/zT-P9Upgpu4/s72-c/PIcture+021+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6300725523978845445</id><published>2009-09-02T16:54:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:50:05.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Family…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;If you have not read about the Connor’s on my blog your missing out. They are a great family and I have fallen in love with their two children, Katelyn and Laura Beth. This family has gone through their share of hard times over the past year. Their three year old daughter, Katelyn, was diagnosed with cancer. Katelyn and her parents are in and out of the hospital as Katelyn undergoes treatment. They are often away from their youngest daughter, Laura Beth, which is difficult for the entire family. When Christa called me and asked me to take Laura Beth’s one year pictures I was thrilled. When you go through difficult times you learn to really appreciate the little things in life…like a little girl turning one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377010045761450402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sp76JeNRcaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/I0XXnxWMkro/s400/PIcture+026+vintage+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377320682603905794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SqAUq6n3gwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jNpB6CrEtDo/s400/PIcture+088+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Let me tell you, this cutie gave me a run for my money. She would not stand up, cried if any part of her body touched the grass, and hated the headbands I put on her head. The heat, humidity, and two bouts of rain did not help the situation. I could not get her to even look my way unless I barked like a dog or jumped up and down clapping my hands. I was definitely getting some curious glances from the people across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377073067779493682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sp8zd1hRDzI/AAAAAAAAAio/qMHfxWmRKyE/s400/PIcture+056+vintage+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;However, after a few rounds of peek-a-boo and a tickle here and there this sweet little girl was all smiles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376994730861603778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sp7sOBwnK8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/SrmradtzDEI/s400/PIcture+001+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Please keep the Connor’s in your prayers. You can follow their story at &lt;a href="http://www.ourturkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ourturkey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377049269194515938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sp8d0k4c5eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9o40FAdVwA8/s400/PIcture+012+vintage+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6300725523978845445?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6300725523978845445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6300725523978845445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6300725523978845445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6300725523978845445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-this-family.html' title='I Love This Family…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sp76JeNRcaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/I0XXnxWMkro/s72-c/PIcture+026+vintage+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6851516417566878473</id><published>2009-08-27T18:20:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:27:26.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Week One...</title><content type='html'>It’s official, Zoey has completed her first week of preschool. I’m so proud of her for adjusting to her new routine so smoothly. She only had one glitch that occurred on the second day of school…she had to sit in time out for not sharing. However, after a good talk from Mom and Dad (via phone) the rest of the week went very well. She rushed to the door of the school house each morning. She didn't even glance back as she went to sit in her seat. I was barley able to get a goodbye out of her as she became engrossed in whatever activity Mrs. Connie had awaiting them. Zoey was very busy this week and made several great art projects including this school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374789307718284210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpcWZgUds7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/SxyD7GkEh5E/s400/PIcture+310+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also practiced spelling and writing her first and last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374803727863892066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Spcjg3jFyGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pULhnmeGonA/s400/PIcture+301+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coarse, you can’t complete the first week of school without learning the letter "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374799362501760274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpcfixTp1RI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FnmEm2fCew4/s400/PIcture+303+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey did several crafts that started with the letter "A"...she painted this alligator her favorite color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374791285192566754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpcYMm_Ep-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/hRO3DsuGACo/s400/PIcture+294+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she made this apple wheel&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374801345460879730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpchWMZ8wXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UEUtHWGTAq4/s400/PIcture+302+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;…and an alligator puppet, which she reported was her favorite project this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374805573356437186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpclMSizPsI/AAAAAAAAAho/fITj6jSIgqY/s400/PIcture+291+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Zoey was able to pick a toy out of the treasure chest today. I was not surprised one bit when Zoey excitedly showed me her treasure box pick…a pack of plastic dinosaurs. I love that about her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6851516417566878473?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6851516417566878473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6851516417566878473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6851516417566878473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6851516417566878473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-week-one.html' title='The End of Week One...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpcWZgUds7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/SxyD7GkEh5E/s72-c/PIcture+310+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4360671289360438015</id><published>2009-08-25T00:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:36:03.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Preschool...</title><content type='html'>Well, the day has come…Zoey woke up so excited this morning to start her first day of preschool at Mrs. Connie’s. She got up with little fuss, which is an accomplishment for Precious as she is not a morning person. Zoey wanted to wear a dress for the first day of school and picked this purple one out herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373768194825813746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpN1s6XifvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ejeEFCbB97E/s400/PIcture+173+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She strapped on her new backpack and we headed out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373771345311180162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpN4kS1yJYI/AAAAAAAAAgY/wBh-b4dx15s/s400/PIcture+181+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373783100945418738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpODQj_ZSfI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Q6K4qXmLfVE/s400/PIcture+184+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Connie greeted Zoey with a hug and directed Zoey to her table. They started class with playdough. This required some serious concentration on Zoey’s part, but she reported later that this was her favorite part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782104938419042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpOCWlk0k2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/240rfaWwWHA/s400/PIcture+204+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373777874193178994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpN-gU0jYXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0e2EXAcvwyE/s400/PIcture+205+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Connie read several books about starting school, and Zoey learned how to spell “R-E-D” with the help of a catchy song she has been singing all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373772634940605970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpN5vXFZhhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/whGrpIfAPsE/s400/PIcture+200+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey caught up with some of her old friends and met a few new ones. I think she had a great day and we both made it through with no tears!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4360671289360438015?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4360671289360438015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4360671289360438015' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4360671289360438015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4360671289360438015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First Day of Preschool...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpN1s6XifvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ejeEFCbB97E/s72-c/PIcture+173+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8015244727272561627</id><published>2009-08-23T21:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:55:12.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Zoey Blakley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Height: 41 inches&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 43 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373362993183445346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpIFLEnt0WI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2ZE5HIQtrwA/s400/PIcture+019+B%26W+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s the night before Zoey starts preschool and I thought it would be fun to have a short question and answer session with her. I thought this would be a great way to document some of her favorite things at the age of three. I will definitely make this a tradition at the start of each school year. It will be something fun to look back on as she grows and matures each year. However, this year my baby girl’s answers were short and sweet and too cute not to blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373360623317730498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpIDBILsxMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/2sYOoCY6Nwk/s400/PIcture+030+B%26W+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “What’s your favorite color?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “Pink” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “What’s your favorite book?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Zoey: “Someday” (by Alison Meghee and Peter Reynolds)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “What’s your favorite food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “ Steak and Potatoes” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “What do you like to do?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “Ride buttermilk and color”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “A pet doctor”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Who are some of your friends?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Zoey: “Katelyn Connor, Kate Hagaman, and Mama” (she leans into me and gives me a hug)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Where are you going tomorrow?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “To school at Mrs. Connie’s…I‘m so excited! Are you going to come right back and pick me up?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Yes, after you get finished learning for the day.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “Ok, I’m so excited!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “I know you are…your going to have a great time. Remember to use good manners, to share, and to mind Mrs. Connie.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “If someone does not mind me and share I’ll tell Mrs. Connie.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Well, you let Mrs. Connie handle the other children…they don’t have to mind you. Mrs. Connie is the teacher and they will mind her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Zoey: “Did you know my Boomaw’s a teacher?” (Boomaw is what Zoey calls her grandmother)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Yes.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “Well, if those kids don’t mind me Boomaw will take care of them for Mrs. Connie.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Ok, Zoey just remember your not the boss and you have to have good manners and play well with the kids.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Zoey: “I know Mama…you don‘t always have to tell me that!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “I just wanted to remind you.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “I love you mom and I’m going to have fun at school…and mind Mrs. Connie. Maybe Mrs. Connie can make brother mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Yea, sometimes brother doesn't mind.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: “No, but we sure do love that brother…don‘t we?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: “Yes, Precious…and I sure do love that sister too!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373365127371775922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpIHHTF3X7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/kHoY0QIwy4s/s400/PIcture+039+B%26W+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8015244727272561627?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8015244727272561627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8015244727272561627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8015244727272561627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8015244727272561627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/08/name-zoey-blakley-age-3-height-41.html' title='Q&amp;A...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SpIFLEnt0WI/AAAAAAAAAf4/2ZE5HIQtrwA/s72-c/PIcture+019+B%26W+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7202007128097480584</id><published>2009-08-20T23:03:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:44:38.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up...</title><content type='html'>I noticed the other day that I have not taken any pictures of Zoey since February...where has the time gone! I take pictures because I want my kids to be able to look at them one day and all the good memories of childhood to come rushing back. Well, my baby girl is now three and will be starting preschool on Monday. She is so excited, and in honor of her first school year I decided to start a tradition. I’m going to take pictures of the kids the week before school starts and the week after school lets out to document the physical changes in their appearance...and to justify my expensive hobby to my hubby. So, I decided that Zoey and I would go out by ourselves and have a pre-preschool “photo shoot”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372269171428885106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/So4iWRDNAnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ihIKMScWp_c/s400/PIcture+053+vintage+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and I loved having a little one-on-one time with her! When I downloaded the pictures onto my computer I realized how much my little girl has changed since February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372268043236921026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/So4hUmNRzsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zYMtajhdduM/s400/PIcture+083+vintage+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing up…her bright blonde hair is a shade darker, her round face has narrowed, and she has a few more freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372279702078433538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/So4r7OxtKQI/AAAAAAAAAew/4UkN34fm8mo/s400/PIcture+007+vintage+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Zoey still has that sparkle in her eye, that unruly curl to her hair, and that beautiful smile on her face…I hope some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372658578354547858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/So-Egu5HLJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pyf60h35Dns/s400/PIcture+075+vintage+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you “Precious” and I hope you have a great school year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7202007128097480584?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7202007128097480584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7202007128097480584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7202007128097480584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7202007128097480584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/So4iWRDNAnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ihIKMScWp_c/s72-c/PIcture+053+vintage+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6021146785506974414</id><published>2009-08-06T17:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:12:57.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Invited...</title><content type='html'>I’m so excited to announce that I am selling “Premier Designs” jewelry. After attending a party my sister-in-law hosted, I felt compelled to join the adventure and sell products for this company. I’m looking forward to the benefits of selling fine quality jewelry to my friends and family.  I will be hosting my own party and you are invited.  Feel free to bring a friend or two along for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366983975068379570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SntbfWUqKbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/VoLER_ISBPo/s320/CustomerImage+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need YOUR help to get started. I’m trying to book as many parties as I can in the next 45 days. My goal is to book at least nine parties during that time period. I would love to hold a party for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a hostess of a “Premier Designs Home Show” you may receive:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;30% of the Home Show’s total Retail in “Premier Designs” jewelry of your choice when your guests order $100.00 or more in jewelry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opportunity to purchase 4 to 8 items at half price based on the total retail of your Home Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hostess may also receive a $25 Hostess Bonus Award for each of the following:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holding your Home Show on the originally scheduled date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having $100 in Advance Sales (before the Home Show)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having 10 or more guests (18 years of age or older) at the Home Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three or more future bookings by you or your guests at your Home Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give me a call and we can put your name on my calendar. If you would like to check out “Premier Designs“ fine line of jewelry, see a catalog, or have any questions please feel free to give me a call at (936) 348-4133 or send an email to &lt;a href="mailto:erica_blakley@yahoo.com"&gt;erica_blakley@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks in advance for your help, and I hope to see you on August 15th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6021146785506974414?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6021146785506974414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6021146785506974414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6021146785506974414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6021146785506974414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-invited.html' title='Your Invited...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SntbfWUqKbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/VoLER_ISBPo/s72-c/CustomerImage+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1288869572198847358</id><published>2009-07-18T14:14:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:54:12.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucking Bulls...</title><content type='html'>We were invited to Vernon Guidry’s place to watch as he and his ranch hands judged some of the bucking stock. Mr. Guidry has famous bucking bulls that are known throughout the rodeo arena. We accepted the offer to watch and headed over to the bucking pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359895008881362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmIsHNXDRSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ggxq8Tfi4ns/s320/PIcture+302+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before we could leave we knew we had to ask one person to join us…Dylan. My nephew, Dylan, loves bucking bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359889584316484178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmInLdSAClI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5NtBKLbhwXM/s320/PIcture+301+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he asked when he got there was…"where are the cowboys." During practice the bulls are not rode by men but are instead strapped with a weighted belt to simulate the feeling of a rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359904399848994130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmI0p1cNdVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bjQBcGct4tY/s320/PIcture+303+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey and Dylan were glued into the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359963907006112450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmJqxm4DosI/AAAAAAAAAdw/djp0Jjd912Y/s320/PIcture+325+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids seemed to really enjoy themselves despite the 104 degree temperature outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359913034945203746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmI8gdrlDiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gTgmUxk_5ns/s320/PIcture+320+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know one adult who was pretty entertained himself…like father like daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359903293071914898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmIzpaX_d5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/9MogBB70_Go/s320/PIcture+200+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1288869572198847358?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1288869572198847358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1288869572198847358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1288869572198847358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1288869572198847358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/07/bucking-bulls.html' title='Bucking Bulls...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmIsHNXDRSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ggxq8Tfi4ns/s72-c/PIcture+302+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8693530363461070804</id><published>2009-07-17T23:26:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:39:41.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun...</title><content type='html'>Joey and I decided to head out on a last minute weekend getaway. After a few suggestions from friends and family we took off to Galveston for some fun in the sun. We were so excited to hear that Joey’s brother, Jamie, and his family would be there too! We don’t get to spend as much time as we would like with these guys and I sure miss seeing them…especially my niece and nephew, Hailey and Devon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359658605037257314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmFVGsacgmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/bf3efGFX_9k/s320/PIcture+211+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665459168288962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmFbVqCoIMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3ILPh-7dNUg/s320/PIcture+196+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time at the beach. Hailey and Devon hit the waves on their boogie boards. They also spent a lot of time searching for crabs and seashells. Hailey is quite the crab finder...I heard she was heartbroken when she had to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359839285515265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmH5brpSJdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NMMabZnmdTk/s320/PIcture+233+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359866245524206834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmIR89gTtPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vomwwBFgdSA/s320/PIcture+171+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Zoey did not like the ocean water or waves. This year she ventured out in her fish float. She’s still not crazy about the salt water in her face so she had to put on her favorite pair of pink goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359852976303103010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmIF4lzd3CI/AAAAAAAAAco/L-NU9Ci5hu4/s320/PIcture+260+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey loved the sand and spent most of her time digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359858428818394930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmIK1-AajzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Ub9UYAQhea0/s320/PIcture+234+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Zane’s first trip to the beach and he seemed to really enjoy himself. The salt water and waves did not phase him...as you can tell by his smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847150696882434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmIAlfutYQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ODNr7SBfrSk/s320/PIcture+181+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a little too much sun, ate a whole lot of food, and enjoyed our time with family...Zoey is already asking when we will go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359841739267209762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmH7qglVeiI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mR0SltR69a4/s320/PIcture+203+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8693530363461070804?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8693530363461070804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8693530363461070804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8693530363461070804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8693530363461070804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SmFVGsacgmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/bf3efGFX_9k/s72-c/PIcture+211+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7324380633533226551</id><published>2009-07-10T22:50:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:48:51.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace is Six Months...</title><content type='html'>I’m a little late in posting Jace's six month pictures...his seven month pictures are just around the corner! This last month was a little hard for baby boy. Jace had a cold that turned into an upper respiratory infection. My sister made several trips to the doctor after Jace began running a high fever. He ended up being admitted to the hospital due to dehydration from the upper respiratory infection. However, he has completely recovered and is doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357045927765198290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlgM43HlxdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dqS47U8TLPo/s320/PIcture+014+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every time I take my nephew's picture he is sticking his tongue out at me, and this photo shoot was no exception. Jace's tongue is sticking out in the majority of the pictures I took. I rebelled and refused to post one picture of that baby boy’s tongue..."I’ll show him". So needless to say I only get to post three pictures this month, but he sure is handsome in all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357053117789836050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlgTbYDDExI/AAAAAAAAAbI/POcUpgrLO3c/s320/PIcture+019+copy+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muscle tone is Jace's neck seems to be stronger and he is holding is head up for longer periods of time. My sister is still waiting to be contacted by ECI for an evaluation. She and the doctor just want to make sure that this sweet boy is on track. My sister has a new job in a daycare facility and she is able to bring Jace with her to work. He is not in her class but she is able to stop by and see him throughout the day. The arrangement seems to be working well for both of them. Shae has a little extra spending money and Jace gets to interact with other children his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357068060940615026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlghBLn0vXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zsasoQzXSnU/s320/PIcture+041+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one sweet boy and we feel blessed to have him in our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7324380633533226551?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7324380633533226551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7324380633533226551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7324380633533226551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7324380633533226551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/07/jace-is-six-months.html' title='Jace is Six Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlgM43HlxdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dqS47U8TLPo/s72-c/PIcture+014+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-9193019493720819506</id><published>2009-07-05T15:50:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:56:22.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th Weekend...</title><content type='html'>I know I've been behind on posting...I’m planning on catching up next week. In the mean time I hope everyone had a great fourth of July weekend. Joey had to work so my grandmother and I headed to my aunt’s house with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355087521591728946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlEXunmaGzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qGNBstrCDt4/s320/PIcture+067+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355092248416106034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlEcBwZKNjI/AAAAAAAAAZg/W5ucylxOh7c/s320/PIcture+086+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey had to wear her “July 4th bows”…she was so excited when she found these at the store and could not wait to show my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355194577620483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlF5GGYqvCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HSj63cy4dmI/s320/PIcture+121+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed visiting with my cousin, Candice, and her husband, Cody. They are expecting their first baby in January. ..I’m so excited for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355189148944975906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlF0KG_kSCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hEzSK8ZSjsQ/s320/PIcture+130+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught this picture of my grandmother kissing Zane and I feel in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355186757417572962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlFx-53AGmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/lZEefrYHh3E/s320/PIcture+099+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This fourth of July I took a moment to really be thankful for how much God has blessed my life. We enjoyed this holiday weekend and I feel lucky to have such a great family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355182755859731410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlFuV-5RE9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/bQ7wi9NPaV8/s320/PIcture+028+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-9193019493720819506?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/9193019493720819506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=9193019493720819506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/9193019493720819506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/9193019493720819506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-weekend.html' title='July 4th Weekend...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlEXunmaGzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qGNBstrCDt4/s72-c/PIcture+067+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4960288765366070532</id><published>2009-06-29T12:49:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:39:42.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Months...</title><content type='html'>Nine months old…we are three quarters through Zane’s first year. Time has flown by; however, these summer months have been so much fun. He has been swimming several times and seems to really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355216426991961410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlGM95oxRUI/AAAAAAAAAao/YVOsa5-soyg/s320/PIcture+082+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spends most of his days chasing after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;…they are so cute together. Zane has really become a Daddy’s boy over the past month. When Joey comes home from his stretch at the rig Zane is glued to his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355206388799644146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlGD1mdOIfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_TeKh4aQooA/s320/PIcture+038+5x7+cropped+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355220176181498258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlGQYIdNkZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6q79ASTiV2w/s320/PIcture+070+cropped+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane’s primary word is still “Daddy” but I do get to hear him say “Mama” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;. He has also learned how to wave "bye-bye". He weighed 21 pounds and 10 ounces at his well child visit and is 30 ¼ inches long. Zane has four teeth and is eating stage three baby food. However, he really prefers our food. When we are eating he hangs onto our legs and grunts…that’s his way of saying he wants a bite. Baby boy tries to put EVERYTHING in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355213757344210818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlGKigbJX4I/AAAAAAAAAag/kX4jTQL7mNs/s320/PIcture+080+cropped+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane finally understand the word “No”. He is still not sleeping through the night but spends most of it in his bed.  He wakes up every morning with a smile on his face...he and his sister can really make my day. I feel truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355211404978124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlGIZlLXdgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/do-XsY9ec3s/s320/PIcture+078+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4960288765366070532?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4960288765366070532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4960288765366070532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4960288765366070532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4960288765366070532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/06/nine-months.html' title='Nine Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SlGM95oxRUI/AAAAAAAAAao/YVOsa5-soyg/s72-c/PIcture+082+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8847040560967732334</id><published>2009-06-07T23:21:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:43:32.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing With the Boys...</title><content type='html'>My husband, Joey, made a promise to our nephew, Darren, that he would take him fishing...“just the guys."  He made good on that promise but it did not end up being just the guys…one little blonde girl had to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344815581083764738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SiyZc_R4iAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LQMen2GecuA/s320/Picture+057+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They headed over to West Production Ranch in hopes of catching a few fish in the pond.  Joey was the first to reel one in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344816325042886786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SiyaISvj2II/AAAAAAAAAYg/DwTuuMb_qYc/s320/Picture+046+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren soon followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344810126033245330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SiyUfdofVJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/b6z8i3SIXfU/s320/Picture+067+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey did not hesitate one bit when it came to holding Darren’s catch…if fact she requested it…needless to say I was shocked.  This is the same child that lets out a piercing scream when she hears a June bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344812930628219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SiyXCtkCcYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MdiM279LEwQ/s320/Picture+069+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Joe tried to pull a fast one on Darren…saying he caught the bigger fish.  Good thing Aunt E was there with the camera to document the evidence for later review.  As you can see Joe’s fish had nothing on Darren’s.  Zoey had a great time fishing with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344818965262938722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Siych-VEsmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4UTcnXK5ABU/s320/Picture+040+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she mentioned that next time she needs a pink fishing pole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8847040560967732334?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8847040560967732334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8847040560967732334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8847040560967732334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8847040560967732334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing-with-boys.html' title='Fishing With the Boys...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SiyZc_R4iAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LQMen2GecuA/s72-c/Picture+057+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4954163708898895544</id><published>2009-05-20T12:21:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:13:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Months...</title><content type='html'>As of May 15, 2009, Zane is eight months old. He still has only three teeth and loves to chew on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961259513779746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShQ_e9odliI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3CFmwaRu1CM/s320/Picture+019+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane is crawling this month and he is one busy boy. He follows Zoey all over the house…I’ve already heard, “Mom, get him out of my room.” However, Zoey loves her little brother and is a great big sister. She helps me with him in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337962628408936658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShRAupKgCNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qH8YrAQdHpQ/s320/Picture+027+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally put Zane in the baby bed this month. He’s not sleeping through the night but it’s a start. He usually cries for about fifteen to twenty minutes when I first put him in there. It breaks my heart but I know it’s best that he sleeps in his own bed and self soothes his self to sleep. Zane does not really care much about his pacifier so it makes things a little harder when putting him to bed. I will say one thing for baby boy…he’s ready for bed at nine o’clock…unlike his sister who would stay up all night if you let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337965584292962178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShRDassK34I/AAAAAAAAAW4/7Mg1WOT0IxU/s320/Picture+029+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Zane’s eight month pictures. He was as cooperative as an eight month old can be and I love the antique feel of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337968191048377906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShRFybnF5jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7fMGe4GCxBE/s320/Picture+060+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to what the coming months will bring...and thank God for putting this sweet baby boy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337969857688281698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShRHTcVAomI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ej43f60OrwQ/s320/Picture+074+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4954163708898895544?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4954163708898895544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4954163708898895544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4954163708898895544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4954163708898895544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/05/eight-months.html' title='Eight Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShQ_e9odliI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3CFmwaRu1CM/s72-c/Picture+019+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3268796773626185691</id><published>2009-05-18T16:11:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:59:46.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Little Girl...</title><content type='html'>I want you to meet Katelyn Connor. She is three years old, a big sister, and a very special little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337281962961354370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShHVqsxpPoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6eEIsEYaKgM/s320/Pictures+192+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn is one of my daughter’s best friends...that is when they are not arguing over the same toy. Like most three year old children they resolve their differences quickly and are back playing and laughing…the toy forgotten. Katelyn goes to my grandmother’s daycare and attends dance class with Zoey…so we get to see Katelyn and her parents on a regular basis. William and Christa are great parents. I love visiting with them when they stop to pick Katelyn up from daycare or while we are waiting for the girls to finish dance class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337294014759533778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShHgoNOPfNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DyTTBFXqeeM/s320/Pictures+162+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few months Katelyn’s health appeared to be declining. Her parents took her to Texas Children’s Hospital in Houston for a thorough evaluation. Last Thursday, I received an email from Christa reporting that Katelyn has been diagnosed with Neuroblastoma. Katelyn has tumors in a bone in her skull, in her pleural cavity, in the bones in her legs and pelvis, and one in her muscle. She also has a very large tumor on her left adrenal cavity. Katelyn will begin chemotherapy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337301859995989538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShHnw3AXtiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/a0Yk8yckML8/s320/Pictures+215+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make this post to ask you to please keep Katelyn and her family in your prayers. Her parents and I both thank you in advance for your support and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337284294107292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShHXyY-JY4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/6ckrco-ErvI/s320/Pictures+195+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katelyn…We love you!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3268796773626185691?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3268796773626185691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3268796773626185691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3268796773626185691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3268796773626185691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/05/special-little-girl.html' title='A Special Little Girl...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShHVqsxpPoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6eEIsEYaKgM/s72-c/Pictures+192+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1236745679060533846</id><published>2009-05-15T18:26:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:18:55.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Park Zoo...</title><content type='html'>Last week, Zane, Zoey, and I headed to the Cameron Park Zoo in Waco for a play date with my friend, Erin, and her son, Preston. We were suppose to be meeting a large play group but some pregnant woman had a lapse in memory and we went to the wrong zoo…in the wrong town. Did I mention I’m not the pregnant one…anyway, after a good laugh we went on to enjoy our day at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337580484348447314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShLlK7mlilI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H8gdqKqAtZM/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(7)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336197552805382162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sg37ZuJGCBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1iDU52u93eQ/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(1)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336202821923854658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sg4AMbI1WUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HlR-vQS5LPk/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(3)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a double stroller so Zoey had to walk throughout the entire zoo…she was so good. It was hot…her little legs had to keep up with Mama’s long ones…but she did not complain one bit. She was so interested in all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336280584170074466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sg5G6yFFcWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qRBbSzpZs74/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(14)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336277034736918930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sg5DsLaRoZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/oC-5YBrygCM/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(53)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336273338180459954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sg5AVAqiXbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8eI6yvi4tJY/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(50)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise her favorite animal was this Galapagos Tortoise…she talked about the “big turtle” for two days after our trip. These giant tortoises can weight up to 500 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336283087254894338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sg5JMezAtwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4ck9WophREU/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(11)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take a look at this lion…this thing was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336270377044338690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sg49opkq6AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tGEO6khaDzM/s320/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(54)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and Zoey loved the animals…thanks Erin for inviting us along…next time I’ll be in charge of directions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1236745679060533846?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1236745679060533846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1236745679060533846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1236745679060533846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1236745679060533846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/05/cameron-park-zoo.html' title='Cameron Park Zoo...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ShLlK7mlilI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H8gdqKqAtZM/s72-c/Cameron+Park+Zoo+(7)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-9070205184972386056</id><published>2009-05-13T14:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:50:57.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace is Five Months...</title><content type='html'>My nephew Jace is five months old. If you read my blog you know that Jace was born premature. He has grown so much over the last few months…he even had a double chin in one of the pictures I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335399270804940834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SgslXl806CI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qi-LLudOdj8/s320/Picture+003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister reports that Jace is still having problems holding his head up on his own. Jace’s doctor is scheduling an ECI (Early Childhood Intervention) evaluation. ECI works with families to help children reach their full potential through developmental services. This is a precaution to ensure that Jace does not fall behind developmentally, which is a risk factor with children born prematurely. I will keep you posted on the results of his evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335400177807196946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SgsmMYzBAxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dku3-Ehpimk/s320/Picture+016+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a great mom and Jace is one happy boy…as you can tell by his beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335397952545541618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SgskK3DSzfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9w37iePiw5k/s320/Picture+013+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-9070205184972386056?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/9070205184972386056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=9070205184972386056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/9070205184972386056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/9070205184972386056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/05/jace-is-five-months.html' title='Jace is Five Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SgslXl806CI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qi-LLudOdj8/s72-c/Picture+003+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6156729773197853696</id><published>2009-05-08T16:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:56:18.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to My Husband…</title><content type='html'>Today, I took Zoey to the park for a play date. She had a great time and so did I. It really made me thankful for the time I get to spend with my children each day. I know I don’t tell him enough but I want my husband to know he is a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333573243841619522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SgSom1a1JkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2Tco7JQ3e6E/s320/Picture+435+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works so hard so that I am able to stay home with Zoey and Zane. He goes above and beyond for our family and he does not hear thank you enough. I am one luck lady…not only do I have a very handsome husband…I have a wonderful father for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333576671746725122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SgSruXXGFQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5YtbSdESpb4/s320/Picture+326+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bun for all you sacrifice for us and for all your hard work…we love you and appreciate all you do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6156729773197853696?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6156729773197853696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6156729773197853696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6156729773197853696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6156729773197853696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-my-husband.html' title='Ode to My Husband…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SgSom1a1JkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2Tco7JQ3e6E/s72-c/Picture+435+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1429584299707807848</id><published>2009-05-01T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:55:30.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey is A Winner...</title><content type='html'>I’m happy to announce that Zoey won third place in the Fresh or Familiar Faces Contest…she won a complimentary session with photographer Jennifer Knapp and a custom designed desktop collage from the session…I wanted to thank everyone for your votes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330913918225775522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sfs19tgIe6I/AAAAAAAAATw/mHU5MPhBk84/s320/Picture+203+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1429584299707807848?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1429584299707807848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1429584299707807848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1429584299707807848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1429584299707807848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoey-is-winner.html' title='Zoey is A Winner...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sfs19tgIe6I/AAAAAAAAATw/mHU5MPhBk84/s72-c/Picture+203+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6274003560828825846</id><published>2009-04-27T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:55:59.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake-Up Shake...</title><content type='html'>Ok, today is the day…I’m working towards getting back to a more healthy lifestyle and starting some of my summer goals (check out My Summer To-Do List post). I power walked two miles this morning and plan on doing some strength training this afternoon. It’s ten in the morning and I have already drank three bottles of water. I’m not trying to toot my own horn…I’m hoping that posting my progress will keep me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share a healthy recipe with you today…this one is by Betty Crocker and is one of my favorite morning drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake-Up Shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 cup vanilla low-fat yogurt&lt;br /&gt;½ cup frozen berries (I usually use a mix of raspberries, strawberries, and blueberries)&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1 medium banana, cut into chunks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place all ingredients in blender. Cover and blend on high speed about 30 seconds or until smooth. Serve immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Serving:&lt;/strong&gt; Calories 215 (Calories from Fat 10); Fat 1g (Saturated 1g); Cholesterol 2mg; Sodium 55mg; Carbohydrate 49g; Dietary Fiber 4g; Protein 6g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;% Daily Value:&lt;/strong&gt; Vitamin A 10%; Vitamin C 46%; Calcium 18%, Iron 8%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet Exchanges:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 fruit, ½ skim milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe makes two servings…Zoey and I usually share…she LOVES this shake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make it for yourself or for your kids…Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6274003560828825846?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6274003560828825846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6274003560828825846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6274003560828825846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6274003560828825846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/wake-up-shake.html' title='Wake-Up Shake...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8647857346526005686</id><published>2009-04-24T15:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:34:08.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months...</title><content type='html'>I try to take pictures of Zane each month and document his progress. Well, this month Zane is seven months old. This “photo shoot” proved to be a little more difficult as baby boy would not look at the camera. He was too busy eating grass and dirt…hopefully it has some nutrients because he consumed his fair share while I attempted to pry it from his hands. Then the dogs came over to see what was going on and they would not stay out of the pictures…not to mention the fact that Zane could not keep his eyes off of them…which meant his eyes were not directed towards me or the camera. Anyway, this is the best I could do in the photo department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328364586488898322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SfInXEtxIxI/AAAAAAAAATo/UjnxdPS2ACs/s320/Zane+at+Seven+Months+(13)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I got one picture I really wanted…do you see what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328357856395080626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SfIhPVKXM7I/AAAAAAAAATY/EuVeX_DHvAw/s320/Zane+at+Seven+Months+(21)+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right…two teeth…one is just breaking the skin! Zane is not crawling yet but he is getting up on his knees. He is able to scoot himself across the floor on his belly…usually in an attempt to get what Zoey has. Zane is still not crazy about baby cereal or food…I think most of it ends up on me…he has learned how to spit and usually does it with a mouth full of food. Zane is holding his own bottle and is still loving bath time.  I love these moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SfIkBaH_9_I/AAAAAAAAATg/DLZPXTj-0mE/s1600-h/Zane+at+Seven+Months+(27)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328360915744061426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SfIkBaH_9_I/AAAAAAAAATg/DLZPXTj-0mE/s320/Zane+at+Seven+Months+(27)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8647857346526005686?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8647857346526005686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8647857346526005686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8647857346526005686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8647857346526005686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SfInXEtxIxI/AAAAAAAAATo/UjnxdPS2ACs/s72-c/Zane+at+Seven+Months+(13)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5412410097105298325</id><published>2009-04-23T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:43:39.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest...</title><content type='html'>I entered Zoey into the Fresh or Familiar Face contest with Huntsville photographer Jennifer Knapp. Out of 67 entries Zoey is one of the twelve finalist; however, she has some tough competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327955024053726178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SfCy3Zv66-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/UwepRE5lF9o/s320/Zoey+Blakley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner will be determined by votes made by readers like you on Jennifer’s blog, &lt;a href="http://www.authentic-images.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.authentic-images.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;. So please place your vote for Zoey…she is finalist #5. The winner will receive a complimentary session conceptualized by Jennifer herself and a full session album. I would love to win this…but I need YOUR vote!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Sara Nash will win a prize too…as I used her as the referral for Jennifer’s site…I found Jennifer’s site through Sara’s blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rest of Jennifer’s great work at &lt;a href="http://www.authentic-images.com/"&gt;http://www.authentic-images.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks everyone for your help!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5412410097105298325?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5412410097105298325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5412410097105298325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5412410097105298325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5412410097105298325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/contest.html' title='Contest...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SfCy3Zv66-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/UwepRE5lF9o/s72-c/Zoey+Blakley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2670795182450065892</id><published>2009-04-22T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:16:17.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer To-Do List...</title><content type='html'>I’ve been brainstorming and daydreaming about endeavors that I want to accomplish this summer, and I decided to make a summer to-do list…I figured what better place to voice my undertakings than to my blogger friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take Zoey to Sea World&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise at least five days a week (don’t laugh…ok, it’s funny…but please try to refrain yourself from hysterics)&lt;br /&gt;3. Swim&lt;br /&gt;4. Go on more dates with my handsome hubby&lt;br /&gt;5. Make more time for myself (taking a bath by myself would feel like an accomplishment)&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;7. Drink more water&lt;br /&gt;8. Win the lottery (I did say I was daydreaming)&lt;br /&gt;9. Scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now it's your turn….make a blog post with your summer goals and leave the link to it in my comments area!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2670795182450065892?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2670795182450065892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2670795182450065892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2670795182450065892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2670795182450065892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-summer-to-do-list.html' title='My Summer To-Do List...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3644034919249279862</id><published>2009-04-16T22:20:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:00:14.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shiny" Teeth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We headed over to College Station today for Zoey’s first dental appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325655243842514962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeiHOk1t8BI/AAAAAAAAASo/eyLpWW7Ch6M/s320/Picture+224+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little apprehensive as Zoey hates going to the doctor’s office…she starts crying in the parking lot even if the appointment is for Zane. Anyway, I told her that the dentist was going to check and brush her teeth...she showed no anxiety when I mentioned this. We arrived thirty minutes early for her appointment so she could play with the toys and kids in the waiting area. I was hoping this would build her confidence. When they called her name Zoey came to me and asked me to go with her…I thought to myself…here it comes. However, to my surprise Zoey walked right in and followed the dental assistant to the first available chair…she plopped herself right up in the chair and was perfectly relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325658831104280738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeiKfYbkiKI/AAAAAAAAASw/PIPM7_4DN5o/s320/Picture+232+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dentist came in and explained what was going to happen. Zoey laid back in the chair and let the dentist do her work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325661321174969474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeiMwUqr7II/AAAAAAAAAS4/Jpc6Fvonyjw/s320/Picture+236+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had her teeth brushed, polished, and x-rayed…she kept her mouth open the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325665262463963042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeiQVvHNT6I/AAAAAAAAATA/GmLFXdPmJgE/s320/Picture+239+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After her fluoride treatment we headed home with two stickers on her shirt…and “shiny” teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325688376905817522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeilXLHl3bI/AAAAAAAAATI/eq5g2yuXfAE/s320/Picture+228+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case you didn’t know…the dentist told me that they see children as young as six months of age and recommend a dental visit by the age of one. We were a little behind schedule but had an A+ visit...and have another visit scheduled in six months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3644034919249279862?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3644034919249279862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3644034919249279862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3644034919249279862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3644034919249279862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/shiny-teeth.html' title='&quot;Shiny&quot; Teeth...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeiHOk1t8BI/AAAAAAAAASo/eyLpWW7Ch6M/s72-c/Picture+224+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1837759345163243903</id><published>2009-04-11T22:13:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:18:58.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Appearance…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister, Shae, and her son, Jace, stopped by for a visit the other day. So guess who is making another appearance on my blog…can you guess??? That's right...my sweet nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642999902749090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeFhGkAywaI/AAAAAAAAARY/Vv7uTjpsrzU/s320/Jace+at+Three+Months+(31)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just turned four months old and already has such a personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324317744502269442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SePGx3hd5gI/AAAAAAAAASI/QYRHOEFUT1g/s320/Jace+at+Three+Months+(3)+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is so great with him and I love spending time with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247097548126706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeOGhrHCufI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DVTUt6SFlSI/s320/Jace+at+Three+Months+(11)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to see much more of this sweet little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1837759345163243903?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1837759345163243903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1837759345163243903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1837759345163243903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1837759345163243903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-appearance.html' title='Another Appearance…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeFhGkAywaI/AAAAAAAAARY/Vv7uTjpsrzU/s72-c/Jace+at+Three+Months+(31)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7400546394117150063</id><published>2009-04-11T15:58:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:05:07.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter Eggs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In preparation for Easter we decided to dye Easter eggs. Zoey picked out a glitter Easter egg dying kit and initially I cringed. I could picture my kitchen in the aftermath of a glitter extravaganza. However, I folded and let her get the kit and the eggs turned out great. We started out with a dozen hard boiled eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323548705752015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeELV67W4bI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FNsbcdzvHeE/s320/Picture+003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we dyed each egg in one of five colors. The majority of the eggs turned out pink…if you haven‘t read my previous posts this is Zoey’s favorite color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323613246247285010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeFGCrAiMRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9yKHxhjuUYM/s320/Picture+010+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the eggs dried the glitter was added and we were all proud of our finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323566184425478850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeEbPUD2WsI/AAAAAAAAARI/ScDlk4CnFl0/s320/Picture+038+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only broke one egg in the process and Zoey had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323566183312849746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeEbPP6k-1I/AAAAAAAAARA/FdUhKq_c43U/s320/Picture+051+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323553689896772546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeEP4CUEY8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KUG9lqliZb8/s320/Picture+048+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing everyone a Happy Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7400546394117150063?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7400546394117150063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7400546394117150063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7400546394117150063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7400546394117150063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/glitter-eggs.html' title='Glitter Eggs...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SeELV67W4bI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FNsbcdzvHeE/s72-c/Picture+003+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5774178774488664359</id><published>2009-04-08T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:41:38.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months...</title><content type='html'>As of March 15, 2009, Zane is six months old. As you can see I’m a little late in posting this…he will be seven months next week. My only excuse is I’ve been one busy Mama. At his six month checkup Zane weighted 18 pounds and measured 29 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322398283831024946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sdz1CjTlnTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UegmwpUt-nI/s320/Pictures+060+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now eating baby food. We started out with squash and he has moved on to bananas. Baby boy gagged with his first taste of banana. I was shocked…I just knew he was going to love fruit. However, after several more attempts he will now eat bananas without making a sour face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322398288964878690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sdz1C2bmAWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MhmO4Mh1xgU/s320/Pictures+057+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane is sitting up by himself and loves taking a bath with Zoey. Zoey accidentally splashed him with water and he cracked up laughing. Now, during bath time they can’t wait to splash each other. Trust me he does his fair share of splashing back. I love hearing them laugh together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322404033621978498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sdz6RO8k7YI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Wx9BbUzoZ0Q/s320/Pictures+077+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5774178774488664359?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5774178774488664359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5774178774488664359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5774178774488664359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5774178774488664359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/six-months.html' title='Six Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sdz1CjTlnTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UegmwpUt-nI/s72-c/Pictures+060+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1191253634145407547</id><published>2009-04-03T12:50:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:37:29.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Sea...</title><content type='html'>When we asked Zoey what kind of party she wanted for her third birthday she was adamant about having a Little Mermaid theme. So with the help of my family we pulled off a great under the sea party. It’s amazing how much fun kids can have with a bounce house, cupcakes, and loot bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320545239731281362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdZftMGUHdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LbDSc39UoI8/s320/Zoeys+3rd+038+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320980328565054146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdfrasT2GsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eJbXDW5kC94/s320/Zoeys+3rd+039+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Candice, and her husband, Cody, dressed up as Ariel and Prince Eric. By the way…my Aunt made the mermaid costume! Is she talented or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320528468069491826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdZQc8yipHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VbpPdWqVJ8Y/s320/Zoeys+3rd+270+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zoey was surprised by their appearance and the kids loved having their picture made with Ariel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321000020872790882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sdf9U734A2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/8oFhAcDdaPQ/s320/Zoeys+3rd+268+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320986647134077938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdfxKe0GA_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5mPya7UNSzQ/s320/Zoeys+3rd+185+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320991311807770050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sdf1aAE97cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oeepvbfEN50/s320/Zoeys+3rd+222+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey made like a bandit in the present department. She received great gifts including a princess tiara, a handmade quilt, and cowgirl chaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322375308301580162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdzgJMygN4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/dcFmF1SbgHM/s320/Zoeys+3rd+109+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322387093709096962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sdzq3M2niAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ItXFyaqtGZc/s320/Zoeys+3rd+125+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey is still talking about her Ariel birthday party…she had a great time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1191253634145407547?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1191253634145407547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1191253634145407547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1191253634145407547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1191253634145407547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-sea.html' title='Under the Sea...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdZftMGUHdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LbDSc39UoI8/s72-c/Zoeys+3rd+038+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6142966007582701601</id><published>2009-04-02T15:57:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:52:21.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In the Air...</title><content type='html'>Alisha has been a great friend to my sister, Shae. So when she asked me to take her engagement pictures I was honored. Alisha and Michael are such a cute couple and made my job easy. We had a great time and you could absolutely feel the love in the air. Thanks guys for letting me be a part of this special time in your life. Here are a couple of my favorite shots…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320266140995588290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdVh3gSUkMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5pnHcQ-MuF8/s320/Pictures+081+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320205364894534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdUql3qqjCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/45stNgVc3s0/s320/Pictures+112+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320272826573173810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdVn8qAOtDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CyLojt7rfI0/s320/Pictures+199+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320262755102780754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdVeya2kbVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EAac9c2jnco/s320/Pictures+190+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6142966007582701601?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6142966007582701601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6142966007582701601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6142966007582701601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6142966007582701601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In the Air...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SdVh3gSUkMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5pnHcQ-MuF8/s72-c/Pictures+081+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-5063435769275918809</id><published>2009-03-26T11:23:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:50:41.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>I have always had an appreciation for spring in Texas… I love the bluebonnets. The bluebonnets remind me of being a child and bring back fond memories of my brother, Spencer, and I spending most of our days outside playing. My mother-in-law has the cutest picture of my husband and his older sister, Tammy, in the bluebonnets as children. My husband has adorable little suspenders on...if I had a scanner you would definitely be seeing that picture. Anyway, I wanted to carry on the tradition by catching a few memories of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317543588923526546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Scu1uHdxTZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E3MYE3qtH4Y/s320/Bluebonnets+2009+(41)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317537141279486290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Scuv20Ho8VI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RH9HRLck-Zw/s320/Bluebonnets+2009+(50)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zoey could not resist picking a handful of bluebonnets to bring home. My little rebel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317543598538140242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Scu1urSEqlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KgOE-Fb6Hq0/s320/Bluebonnets+2009+(56)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317537134583468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Scuv2bLL0xI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YNfh1gqWR80/s320/Bluebonnets+2009+(15)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-5063435769275918809?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/5063435769275918809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=5063435769275918809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5063435769275918809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/5063435769275918809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/03/memories.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Scu1uHdxTZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E3MYE3qtH4Y/s72-c/Bluebonnets+2009+(41)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-6717803073839571139</id><published>2009-03-18T23:13:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:22:26.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast...</title><content type='html'>On March 16, 2009, my daughter, Zoey, turned three years old. The time has gone by so quickly…I can’t help but reminisce about the past three years. It feels like she was born only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314749450151651810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ScHId1Z96eI/AAAAAAAAANA/mLza5TjXj1Q/s320/Picture+372+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her first birthday, she was still unsteady on her feet with just a few curls around her ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314751052785457106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ScHJ7HrpF9I/AAAAAAAAANI/URP-gs3YEEc/s320/Picture+157+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her second birthday, she was running around so fast I could barley stop her long enough to blow out the candles on her cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314753401566898066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ScHMD1kxp5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/VvBt7oCx0_s/s320/Need+to+Organize+839+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at three she’s no longer my “little” girl. She’s my “big” girl…which she often likes to remind me of. Her little head of blond hair has turned into waist length curls. These days my “Precious” has a lot more spunk and a little bit of sass in her voice...but I love every minute I have spent with her over the past three years.  Happy Birthday Precious...your growing up too fast for Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315379263738640050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ScQFRz2edrI/AAAAAAAAANw/lBeMTyIGOb8/s320/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(46)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-6717803073839571139?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/6717803073839571139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=6717803073839571139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6717803073839571139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/6717803073839571139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ScHId1Z96eI/AAAAAAAAANA/mLza5TjXj1Q/s72-c/Picture+372+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1313809578511341123</id><published>2009-03-13T13:08:00.040-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:15:27.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Nights...</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday we headed to Houston with a couple of our friends for some fun at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. Our first stop was Joe’s Crab Shack where we grabbed a bite to eat. Next, we headed to the carnival for some fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312748990200172386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbqtDvWyT2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0i00BJ--zPk/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(51)+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746420227912882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbqquJdptLI/AAAAAAAAALA/0OWsI0N1E8c/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(60)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312803026880447362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbreNFrUQ4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/GUmN1TU3PM4/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(63)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John and I rode a ride that I can only describe as a human sling shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312743076163431458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sbqnrf2jLCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UXYslYjKKSw/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(6)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312743083296858322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sbqnr6bSoNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aXldbW4d2sc/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(17)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played a few games and one lucky man won a prize for his lovely wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746430441461506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbqquvgwFwI/AAAAAAAAALI/MES6BK1n6jE/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(55)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we made our way to the rodeo to cheer on a local Madisonville roper, Colby Lovell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314655808606627794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ScFzTLd259I/AAAAAAAAAM4/MkGKWcB4TCQ/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(94)+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, we enjoyed the music of country singer, Reba McEntire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314652942101683538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/ScFwsU50nVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O20hYdobkqw/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(116).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show, we had a few drinks and laughs. We had a great time...this will be one Houston night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312754117970158434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbqxuNya42I/AAAAAAAAALY/O5fv8kPBnMA/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(155).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312754118594094594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbqxuQHLZgI/AAAAAAAAALg/HULBtCtkuVU/s320/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(141).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1313809578511341123?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1313809578511341123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1313809578511341123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1313809578511341123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1313809578511341123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/03/houston-nights.html' title='Houston Nights...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbqtDvWyT2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0i00BJ--zPk/s72-c/Houston+Livestock+Show+and+Rodeo+(51)+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8390330274619637532</id><published>2009-03-05T22:09:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:17:53.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace Austin...</title><content type='html'>My nephew, Jace, stopped by for a visit today and I had to snap a few shots of this handsome boy. My sister, Shae, had Jace ten weeks early. He weighed only three pounds and nine ounces at birth. Jace spent the first few months of his life in the Neonatal Unit at College Station Medical Center and is just starting to venture away from home. We have been giving him time to adjust to his new surroundings; therefore, we were so excited when he and his Mama stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309935890534613666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbCujydpwqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eJhUt6XFlx4/s320/Pictures+040+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309928814410140994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbCoH52HDUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HnJ6Wj34xEE/s320/Pictures+024+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has flourished in the past few weeks and his features have changed so much…that is except for those piggy toes…they look just like his mom’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309926153490709106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbCltBJeunI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WjeUxxqbz9o/s320/Pictures+032+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While taking pictures this little boy decided he wanted his head in only one direction and refused to have it turned any other way…he’s already showing his strong willed nature. During the last few shots he told me what he thought about the whole situation by sticking out his tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309927499927097010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbCm7ZA7jrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EmfM2dKdogQ/s320/Pictures+041+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What a little ham...we had so much fun with this little boy today and are so grateful he's here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8390330274619637532?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8390330274619637532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8390330274619637532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8390330274619637532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8390330274619637532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/03/jace-austin.html' title='Jace Austin...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SbCujydpwqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eJhUt6XFlx4/s72-c/Pictures+040+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2935914516473523360</id><published>2009-03-03T16:54:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:03:07.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Place…</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Joey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;, Zane, and I visited “the place”… 500 acres my husband has leased for his cattle and horses. With a location this size my husband spends a lot of time mending fence and checking cattle. On this occasion the kids and I got to go along for the ride…it turned out to be a little cold but we had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309139931972681426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa3ao5wSvtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/w0k22Ih9GVM/s320/Pictures+036+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309191390944921522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa4JcNXVh7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_Mx2A8yPnzY/s320/Pictures+038+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came across several new arrivals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309184083052277522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa4Cy1V9LxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Zjyl9Aee2KU/s320/Pictures+029+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a few spots on the fence that needed mending...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; was quick to lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130413527653714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa3R-2yJ3VI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8dYMFOL5RDo/s320/Pictures+054+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309128202648662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa3P-KnhsSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KZuxVgx7qU4/s320/Pictures+001+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We encountered a few dangers along the way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309122457942444338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa3Kvx61STI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7B2_TY2GiE4/s320/Pictures+041+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we cross this bridge I hold my breath. If you could see this thing up close you would see the large holes among the rotten planks. I made Joey let the kids and I off as he crossed on the mule…I was afraid my extra weight would cause the mule to reach its maximum capacity causing our decline into the water below. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;…I’m a little dramatic... but again you have to see this thing in person…the picture does not do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making it safely over the bridge we came across the mud…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309114022696076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa3DEyLYQwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QeXghzCL2XM/s320/Pictures+040+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thorns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309108035597181026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa29oSfxIGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pxdjpXFvJl8/s320/Pictures+002+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these babies are flying by your head at 30 mph they are without a doubt included on the danger list. I have never seen thorns this big in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the hazards we had a great time helping out at the place…thanks Dad for letting us tag along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309103754599803842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa25vGidK8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gJQ2fZ7PaDc/s320/Pictures+046+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2935914516473523360?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2935914516473523360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2935914516473523360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2935914516473523360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2935914516473523360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-at-place.html' title='A Day at the Place…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/Sa3ao5wSvtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/w0k22Ih9GVM/s72-c/Pictures+036+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-4298311775880752356</id><published>2009-02-24T15:23:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:22:12.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Smart Cookie...</title><content type='html'>I love to take pictures and one of my favorite subjects is my daughter, Zoey. However, she is not always as thrilled about the idea. Lately, I have noticed a similar pattern of events when I attempt to take her picture. It appears that she has a system when it comes to picture taking…she starts by covering her face or closing her eyes in an attempt to hide from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306480586817950370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SaRn-pDKUqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bydedU4Impg/s320/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(15)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306480596151423890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SaRn_L0b05I/AAAAAAAAAHo/TkGBbYRqaGk/s320/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(16)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I talk sternly to her and tell her that I am TRYING to take her picture… she pouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306539876551127698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SaSd5whGcpI/AAAAAAAAAII/hRD1teBxajc/s320/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(12)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When all else fails I attempt to bribe her in order to get a good picture...and nine times out of ten it works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306483786663777122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SaRq45Z202I/AAAAAAAAAH4/_rumIeG8DA0/s320/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306537631385758898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SaSb3En9rLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Oo0WI69LK18/s320/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(23)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can I say, she has found a system that works for her…I can’t blame her for holding out for the bribe. She is one smart cookie that knows how to work her Mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306592398645373458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SaTNq8kLqhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fHI_Qvw_7mU/s320/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(1)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-4298311775880752356?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/4298311775880752356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=4298311775880752356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4298311775880752356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/4298311775880752356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-smart-cookie.html' title='One Smart Cookie...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SaRn-pDKUqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bydedU4Impg/s72-c/Zoey+at+Thirty+Five+Months+(15)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-572565813561551665</id><published>2009-02-18T01:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:16:32.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Months...</title><content type='html'>As of February 15, 2009, Zane is five months old. This past month has flown by. At his last checkup he weighted 16 pounds 10 ounces and measured 27 ¼ inches long. He does not feel like a newborn anymore and I will miss those days.  However, I know everyday brings a new memory and I treasure each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304243136177529314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZx1B34qYeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n5wFidUXGJs/s320/Zane+at+Five+Months+(9)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My favorite memory this month is finding where Zane is ticklish...right in the fat folds of his neck.  It is so sweet listening to his little belly laugh...and the rougher you do it the more he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304251907341055554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZx9AbBAdkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tctk4PMsLEk/s320/Zane+at+Five+Months+(17)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zane is so much more interested in his surroundings. He now reaches for toys and chews on anything he can get his hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246297302098306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZx353_fYYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/29qx3PR94OY/s320/Zane+at+Five+Months+(14)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His sister has learned to keep her distance as he loves to pull her hair…I guess baby boy is starting to take up for himself. I told sister this day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304258714628040114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZyDMqIspbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/evaoRGYro2E/s320/Zane+at+Five+Months+(16)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-572565813561551665?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/572565813561551665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=572565813561551665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/572565813561551665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/572565813561551665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-months.html' title='Five Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZx1B34qYeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n5wFidUXGJs/s72-c/Zane+at+Five+Months+(9)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-7169469271549592</id><published>2009-02-16T14:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:34:13.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged...</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my sister-in-law over at Lacie B. Mother of 3. Here are the rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Go to the fourth picture in your computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Post the fourth picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Explain the picture&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag four more people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303505181441513826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZnV3QRD2WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/maHYnutTNaQ/s320/2005+Pictures+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence...this picture was taken by Lacie and has her little girl in it. Well... Emilie is not a little girl anymore as this picture was taken back in 2005. Lacie and her family always meet Joey and I at my grandmother's house to walk to the annual Madison County Rodeo. This picture was taken of Joey, Emilie, and I right before we got ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tag four people...so...here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, Hillary, Laney, and Brandy...have fun girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-7169469271549592?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/7169469271549592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=7169469271549592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7169469271549592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/7169469271549592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZnV3QRD2WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/maHYnutTNaQ/s72-c/2005+Pictures+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-3938984322695871318</id><published>2009-02-15T16:38:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:58:24.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid’s Arrow Hit…</title><content type='html'>That’s right…cupid’s arrow hit our house yesterday. We had a great Valentine’s Day. Zoey and I recieved candy, balloons, and flowers, pink of course as this is someone’s favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303160441212821666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZicUu1k4KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yJi0kdTxtFk/s320/Picture+173+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made homemade cards for Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303165178086157394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZigodEL7FI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Er4TPt9pZ3E/s320/Pictures+160+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303176565957202162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZiq_UMOEPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9NGa6WvS3hU/s320/Pictures+179+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man even got a few gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303169052893473506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZikJ_2PauI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1RffAKWPqi8/s320/Pictures+164+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not forget the candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303172921733905106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZinrMZretI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wdz3I3sRp0w/s320/Pictures+170+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was cupid thinking? Candy, Candy, Candy is all I’ve heard for the last two days. Between dance friends, grandparent’s, and family my child’s received enough sugar to energize a small elephant. Every time I turn around she has found another piece. Maybe by the end of next week the sugar high will subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-3938984322695871318?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/3938984322695871318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=3938984322695871318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3938984322695871318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/3938984322695871318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/02/cupids-arrow-hit.html' title='Cupid’s Arrow Hit…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZicUu1k4KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yJi0kdTxtFk/s72-c/Picture+173+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2093182563940664724</id><published>2009-02-14T12:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:01:27.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Daughter…</title><content type='html'>My husband, Joey, works hard in order for me to stay home with our two children. Most of his week usually consist of twelve hour work days. Therefore, when he is home my daughter, Zoey, is glued to his side. She loves working outside with him taking care of the dogs, horses, and cattle. This week my husband has spent several days traveling to nearby towns to purchase cattle at the auctions. Zoey was not about to let him travel to the “moo-moo sale” without her in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302724823683975730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZcQIdFUSjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2H6bfGiw6rE/s320/Pictures+049+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoey will turn three next month and I can officially say she is potty trained. It seems like we have been potty training for over a year. After spending a small fortune on gummy bears, stickers, and pull-ups we have accomplished our mission. However, out in public a recently potty-trained toddler puts a few kinks in your plans. Needless to say, Dad made several dozen trips to the bathroom with a little girl who maybe-sort-of-might-have-to-go or who really just wanted to explore the newest public bathroom. As you can guess the local auction barn has no clean and neat family restrooms for Dad and Zoey to visit. Therefore, Zoey had to join Dad in the men’s restroom. Joey and I both have a phobia about public restroom germs and cringe each time Zoey “announces” she needs to go the bathroom at the worst possible locations. However, Zoey and Joey made it back from the “moo-moo sale” and were proud to report that Zoey had no accidents. So you can imagine my surprise this morning when I walked into the bathroom to find a wet floor. I usually assist my daughter in the bathroom; however, on this particular day I was dealing with baby boy’s diaper needs. What can I say, I can only handle one bottom at a time. When I asked my daughter what happen she gave me a simple explanation. She was trying to use the bathroom like Daddy. Needless to say her experiment required a bath, change of clothes, and mopping duty. However, I could do nothing more than laugh. What can I say…a little girl can learn a lot at a “moo-moo sale”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302724821038014018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZcQITOeHkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zVt90xb1XZU/s320/Pictures+075+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2093182563940664724?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2093182563940664724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2093182563940664724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2093182563940664724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2093182563940664724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-father-like-daughter.html' title='Like Father, Like Daughter…'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SZcQIdFUSjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2H6bfGiw6rE/s72-c/Pictures+049+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-134598172339906956</id><published>2009-01-22T13:48:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:30:58.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M-I-C-K-E-Y...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend our friends, David and Nicole, invited us to their son Luke’s second birthday party. David and my husband, Joey, have been friends since high school. They are a great family and we had a great time celebrating with the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjsLw8T9JI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fOLPq5RYMfg/s1600-h/Pictures+007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294311531709494626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXksSaHMdWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DG9IFzDYXT8/s320/Pictures+007+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As you can see from Luke’s party hat the theme was Mickey Mouse. Even my little man got a pair of ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjove7G8fI/AAAAAAAAADw/FOKnJ4vvlVY/s1600-h/Pictures+015+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294237264426496498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjove7G8fI/AAAAAAAAADw/FOKnJ4vvlVY/s320/Pictures+015+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, Zoey refused to wear her ears. She was too busy playing with her friend Caroline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjn5KpzdXI/AAAAAAAAADo/39AOFumtzgI/s1600-h/Pictures+020+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294236331272271218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjn5KpzdXI/AAAAAAAAADo/39AOFumtzgI/s320/Pictures+020+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see Caroline was wearing her ears. However, Zoey could not be convinced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjltTjzrCI/AAAAAAAAADg/9pe71PJOLHE/s1600-h/Pictures+016+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294233928481352738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjltTjzrCI/AAAAAAAAADg/9pe71PJOLHE/s320/Pictures+016+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole did a great job with the party decorations… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294313246139195554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXkt2M3FoKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HLTBrz4R9Bo/s320/Pictures+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjY3hoAHwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tI_KQtXt9Ow/s1600-h/Pictures+003+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294219810404572930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjY3hoAHwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tI_KQtXt9Ow/s320/Pictures+003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She MADE this cute Mickey Mouse birthday cake HERSELF…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjXmBigSDI/AAAAAAAAADI/SFEttlEPpZk/s1600-h/Pictures+002+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294218410222176306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjXmBigSDI/AAAAAAAAADI/SFEttlEPpZk/s320/Pictures+002+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take a look at these M&amp;amp;M’s…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjV_lECQ4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oGlV1T9fPoM/s1600-h/Pictures+005+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294216650231530370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXjV_lECQ4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oGlV1T9fPoM/s320/Pictures+005+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have Luke’s picture on them. Is that too cute or what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least the kids got to ride Luke’s pony, Baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the calm before the storm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294323459077478386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXk3IrBUl_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hHDDXteE4vg/s320/Pictures+038+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;as when Zoey learned she had to take turns riding the pony a tantrum proceeded…and those picture are too graphic for public display! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-134598172339906956?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/134598172339906956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=134598172339906956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/134598172339906956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/134598172339906956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/01/m-i-c-k-e-y.html' title='M-I-C-K-E-Y...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXksSaHMdWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DG9IFzDYXT8/s72-c/Pictures+007+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-8713860038679871004</id><published>2009-01-17T10:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:00:34.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Months...</title><content type='html'>It’s official, my little man, Zane, is four months old. He can now roll over; which, I found out when he rolled himself off the couch while I took his sister to the bathroom. Don’t judge, it happens to everyone once….Right? He loves to watch his sister when she sings into her microphone and dances to her favorite song, which at the moment is “Move It, Move It” off of Madagascar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXIQVhSU5DI/AAAAAAAAACo/5-Il_sCV5LA/s1600-h/Pictures+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292310474012288050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXIQVhSU5DI/AAAAAAAAACo/5-Il_sCV5LA/s320/Pictures+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXINyrjhp6I/AAAAAAAAACg/pP3yjwV5ceE/s1600-h/Pictures+350+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292307676450105250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXINyrjhp6I/AAAAAAAAACg/pP3yjwV5ceE/s320/Pictures+350+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say that all four months of this precious baby’s life has been a walk in the park. He had a slight case of colic the first two months. Is there such a thing as a “slight” case of colic? Anyway, back to the present those days are over. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXIL-XnY9cI/AAAAAAAAACY/U0RppJjhOO8/s1600-h/Pictures+378+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292305678232778178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXIL-XnY9cI/AAAAAAAAACY/U0RppJjhOO8/s320/Pictures+378+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man still has a problem with spitting up. However, when we have gone through five burp clothes, three pairs of clothes (that’s both he and I), and multiple bibs in a day this little boy’s smile makes it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXIJ69w5rBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dyW01G7Zv3M/s1600-h/Pictures+379+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292303420730485778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXIJ69w5rBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dyW01G7Zv3M/s320/Pictures+379+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-8713860038679871004?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/8713860038679871004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=8713860038679871004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8713860038679871004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/8713860038679871004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/01/four-months.html' title='Four Months...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SXIQVhSU5DI/AAAAAAAAACo/5-Il_sCV5LA/s72-c/Pictures+372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-1752808223241469222</id><published>2009-01-15T00:18:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:04:31.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I ask my two year old daughter, Zoey, what her favorite color is I always get the same response, “Pink is my favorite.” So when she told her Daddy she wanted a pink saddle. Dear old Dad delivered. He searched high and low and after traveling over 200 miles he made one little girl’s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7bO7Z9rUI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z6h3mlUbd2M/s1600-h/Pictures+287+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291407661718154562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7bO7Z9rUI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z6h3mlUbd2M/s320/Pictures+287+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did he come home with my daughter’s first saddle but a halter, lead rope, saddle pad, pink rhinestone studded head stale and breast collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291412259124233426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7faiE_RNI/AAAAAAAAACI/r4ci0hTIdtQ/s320/Pictures+196+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoey could not wait to ride “her horse” Shank. This is really her Dad’s horse which she has now claimed. We raised Shank on a bottle from the day he was born. So needless to say he is a little spoiled. Notice I said He. But hey what do they say… Real men wear pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7Y7GF9PfI/AAAAAAAAABw/GUUGceNn1Wc/s1600-h/Pictures+311+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291405121966390770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7Y7GF9PfI/AAAAAAAAABw/GUUGceNn1Wc/s320/Pictures+311+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7YZJy4bRI/AAAAAAAAABo/_WUd4b7Ms4Q/s1600-h/Pictures+294+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291404538844572946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7YZJy4bRI/AAAAAAAAABo/_WUd4b7Ms4Q/s320/Pictures+294+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shank however is not so sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7XWX5odhI/AAAAAAAAABg/EvTjPuMe1Hg/s1600-h/Pictures+293+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291403391579747858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7XWX5odhI/AAAAAAAAABg/EvTjPuMe1Hg/s320/Pictures+293+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to worry about my little girl getting lost in the woods. I can spot her a mile away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7WcIl2jWI/AAAAAAAAABY/OOaQLNC87Y0/s1600-h/Pictures+316+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291402391037840738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7WcIl2jWI/AAAAAAAAABY/OOaQLNC87Y0/s320/Pictures+316+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-1752808223241469222?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/1752808223241469222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=1752808223241469222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1752808223241469222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/1752808223241469222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Tyxjts6w5c/SW7bO7Z9rUI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z6h3mlUbd2M/s72-c/Pictures+287+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397225310566128603.post-2473242599073649215</id><published>2008-12-22T16:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:52:59.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving it a Shot!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the first of many future posts from the exciting daily life of a stay at home mother of two precious kiddos and one working husband!!! Believe me, there is never a dull moment around this house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3397225310566128603-2473242599073649215?l=wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/feeds/2473242599073649215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3397225310566128603&amp;postID=2473242599073649215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2473242599073649215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3397225310566128603/posts/default/2473242599073649215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wipingbuttsandcleaningup.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-it-shot.html' title='Giving it a Shot!!!'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330839370898396102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
