<?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-786811706351251369</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:13:06.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.  Laughter.  Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7968085641875575928</id><published>2009-02-03T00:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:45:59.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All this beauty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we called it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009294w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids got out in it for a little while&lt;br /&gt;but it was these two....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009268w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that enjoyed it most and&lt;br /&gt;who you will see the most in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009272w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra and Blake were always close by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 658px; height: 438px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009274w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they even had a little fun themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009282w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009285w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I decided&lt;br /&gt;this was is all  about the little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009296w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get much snow,&lt;br /&gt;an inch if we were lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009159w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009161w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009163w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009165w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have thought God had sent&lt;br /&gt;Conner a message in his sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009167w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling him He was sending it his way&lt;br /&gt;and to check in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009170w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because that is what he did first thing out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Then he squealed with delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009177w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson wasn't far from him&lt;br /&gt;he was eager to get out there and&lt;br /&gt;make his snow angel....&lt;br /&gt;even going so far as to practice it&lt;br /&gt;on the hardwood floor in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009151w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009179w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009181w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner spent most of his time eating the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009185w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I turned around this was what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009182w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are the looks that I got&lt;br /&gt;after telling him to stop eating it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009186w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009188w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009194w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that little smile on his face...&lt;br /&gt;he was really enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009195w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Conner,&lt;br /&gt;his curiousity is what usually gets him into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009206w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not today...&lt;br /&gt;he had too much investigating to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009212w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what is up with the color here...&lt;br /&gt;but I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;I just love the look on his sweet little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009214w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009217w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner...yet again...eating snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009218w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009222w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009267w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick shot of Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009231w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right back to the&lt;br /&gt;Snow Miser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009232ww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009234w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he wouldn't make it too long&lt;br /&gt;before his mischievous side came out again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009248w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow in hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009243w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsuspecting victim below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009249w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009250w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009251w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Conner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009252w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got a love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009258w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009262w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009263w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has those baby blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/Winter%20Wonderland%20Part%202/icestorm2009265w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even all that beauty of the snow...&lt;br /&gt;can't take away from those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7968085641875575928?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7968085641875575928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-this-beauty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7968085641875575928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7968085641875575928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-this-beauty.html' title='All this beauty...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7992210719117607042</id><published>2009-01-28T00:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:44:50.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;that's what this&lt;br /&gt;wonderful winter wonderland was to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009012aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled everyone together&lt;br /&gt;and threw them into the car&lt;br /&gt;and wasn't thrilled to be doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009013w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the car backed out of the drive,&lt;br /&gt;and I started to look around&lt;br /&gt;one thing came to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009014w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word&lt;br /&gt;"INDESCRIBABLE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I know as I rushed around the house&lt;br /&gt;aggravated to be heading to the store,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009017wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that once out in the elements&lt;br /&gt;the ice, the rain, the cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009021w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all the aggravation would be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and instead be replaced by an overwheming awe of the beauty around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another sign of how amazing my God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you put into words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how something that can cause such trouble,&lt;br /&gt;such distress at times to the world around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009027w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that can put our daily lives to a stand still&lt;br /&gt;by making its presence known,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can it be possible to also see it&lt;br /&gt;as this beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009029w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009029wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply&lt;br /&gt;"INDESCRIBABLE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009030w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chris Tomlin sings in his song,&lt;br /&gt;"Indescribable"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know&lt;br /&gt;how many stars are in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009034w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and know their names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009037w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should come as no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009042w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;even the trees that His hands created&lt;br /&gt;bowed to Him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009043w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009043wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009044w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at the trees bowing down&lt;br /&gt;their limbs laden with ice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009045w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that He has told us in His Word&lt;br /&gt;that one day every knee will bow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009047w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every tongue proclaim&lt;br /&gt;that He is Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009048w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How don't see how anyone&lt;br /&gt;could look around them today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009049w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not see how amazing, how powerful He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009052w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also struck by the fact&lt;br /&gt;that as awesome as He is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009053w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still  came for me...&lt;br /&gt;died for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009054w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cares for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009055aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for insignificant me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009085aaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly amazing to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/icestorm2009071w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like the winter wonderland I was in awe of today,&lt;br /&gt;I find it completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDESCRIBABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7992210719117607042?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7992210719117607042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/indescribable.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7992210719117607042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7992210719117607042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/indescribable.html' title='Indescribable...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Winter%20Wonderland%202009-%20Indescribable/th_icestorm2009012aw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-5351179313977194571</id><published>2009-01-26T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:17:11.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/SX6kFVg1ANI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3Ih9dDks-A8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alexandra is growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no hiding it...there is no slowing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just a fact of life for us as parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so hard for me as a mom....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 659px; HEIGHT: 444px" height="605" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009020.jpg" width="905" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to see it happen...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I believe it's even harder for Dad...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;after all,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;she's a self proclaimed&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Daddy's Little Girl".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009051a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009019w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's why this event was so special.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It took place at the...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Technically,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it was the cotillions winter formal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alex is taking a National League of Junior Cotillion Class &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to teach her manners and etiquette...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to teach her how to behave, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;how to treat others, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but more importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009035a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;how to be treated herself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009037a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to have confidence in herself,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009037aabw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and to learn how to be the best young woman&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;God has made her to be.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009039a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;What made the event extra special &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009049a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;for someone known as Daddy's Little Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009055a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;was the&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Father-Daughter dance&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that came at the end of the evening.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009053w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She may not yet realize&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;just how special that moment was...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009057a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but when she looks back in years to come...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009060aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope she will smile at the memory&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009062a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and know what a treasure she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 608px; HEIGHT: 919px" height="961" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009076z.jpg" width="636" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;However,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;for daddy,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it was evident on his face &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that he knew to cherish the moment&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;for these times are passing by so quickly. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shared this time with who else...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;her friend, Kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know her dad was as proud,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to share such a special moment with his daughter...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009077w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;as this Daddy was. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 667px; HEIGHT: 454px" height="625" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009081.jpg" width="936" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009083w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alex always remember &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that these hands will be there to help you &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;tackle whatever you may face in life...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009086w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That this smile will always be there &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to brighten the day &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;when life has got you down...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009084w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;That these feet will strive to always lead you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;down the right path... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009088w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and that no matter how big you may get&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you will ALWAYS be &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"My Little Girl"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 657px; HEIGHT: 455px" height="442" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/CotillionBall2009066s.jpg" width="896" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We love you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-5351179313977194571?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5351179313977194571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/daddys-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5351179313977194571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5351179313977194571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/th_CotillionBall2009020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-2497262253237400636</id><published>2009-01-22T20:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:05:20.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Great Adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it was talked about in the last post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add a new chapter called...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids say the darndest things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just notified by Blake's teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that he informed the whole 5th grade class today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his mother has been bloated this week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, give me mercy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give Blake a muzzle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-2497262253237400636?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2497262253237400636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-great-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2497262253237400636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2497262253237400636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-great-adventure.html' title='Remember the Great Adventure...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7859228076349643684</id><published>2009-01-22T18:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:57:56.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will all make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will make sense you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This great adventure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this thrill ride called raising boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday, at some point, I sit and wind up asking myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what God was thinking when he made &lt;strong&gt;boys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord knows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't know what to do without them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they know how to wrap their little hands around my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and me around their finger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, God certainly intended raising boys to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and great adventure into the unknown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that's for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the more you raise... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the crazier the adventure becomes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I sit here typing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am made to also be a referee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of three boys who insist of having &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nightly ritual of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;running through the living room playing football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not so bad some might say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless you're the someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sitting here trying to keep peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have Conner, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who has recently decided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to learn the art of trash-talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I hear the words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You're going down, Mister!", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one more time!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the 10,000th time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the words kind of lose their humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, there's the phrase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You cheated!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am raising quite a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;competitive bunch of boys here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About the time you get that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;controversy settled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will, for sure, have Blake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;momentarily forget the speech or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the butt whooping he got last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to the fact that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has clotheslined his brother.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the midst of one of his great tackles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is clotheslining someone allowed in the NFL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's certainly NOT allowed here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, there's Carson, the baby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to hold his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does pretty well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake is much gentler with him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than he is with Conner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things go well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until Conner decides to try out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake's clothesline technique on Carson...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sending Carson reeling...then squealing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is then certainly time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a Momma time-out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, God, I've had a lightbulb moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason for this adventure thrill ride...that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made them rough and tough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because they will one day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a family to support &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and work hard for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, for now, they destroy everything in their path,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have me going gray with worry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and broke with band-aids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, it's what they do now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that will make them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good, strong men later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I allow myself to think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's what they do now, God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that gives You your daily dose of laughter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You must have the Conwell comedy hour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scheduled from 6:00-7:00 everynight.`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the craziness that sometimes insues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the ups and downs of this rollercoaster ride &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you've put me on known as raising boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is certainly the adventure of a lifetime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7859228076349643684?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7859228076349643684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7859228076349643684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7859228076349643684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-day.html' title='One day....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7477440230969294088</id><published>2009-01-21T15:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:26:59.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This seems to be the time for birthday wishes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;though you might be starting to tire of them&lt;br /&gt;you will have to endure at least one more.&lt;br /&gt;This one is for someone who is very close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;She has provided inspiration for many&lt;br /&gt;and brings so much sunshine to my life.&lt;br /&gt;Technically...&lt;br /&gt;she isn't mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Ella/IMG_1190w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my heart doesn't seem to know that!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella turned&lt;br /&gt;"5"&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;What a year she has had,&lt;br /&gt;she continuously seems to find a way to shine for God&lt;br /&gt;in ways most might say are impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Ella has proven this year that NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;is impossible with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_11w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That smile.&lt;br /&gt;That laugh..&lt;br /&gt;That's my Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she may seem unaware&lt;br /&gt;of the joy that she brings to others lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't be fooled,&lt;br /&gt;this little booger feels so much more on the inside&lt;br /&gt;than people know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but be drawn to her...&lt;br /&gt;when you have sunshine following you everywhere you go,&lt;br /&gt;that's expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Ellablogphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about this face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_7813copyjpgblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that can brighten any gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner012w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just feel like&lt;br /&gt;life is just a little brighter when she's around.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's all about the smile or&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just about the way&lt;br /&gt;she she sees the rainbows&lt;br /&gt;through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;If only we could see the world&lt;br /&gt;as she sees it, hears it, experiences it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_14w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some things,&lt;br /&gt;may bring worry and concern across her face....&lt;br /&gt;ultimately she has been given by God&lt;br /&gt;the ability to laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;when most of us want to do the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EllavisitsandCarsonfindsakitten006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though some see this as a characteristic of autism...&lt;br /&gt;I choose to view it as a special gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;She has shown me to laugh and look for the rainbows&lt;br /&gt;or the unordinary which I tend to overlook.&lt;br /&gt;My, what I would have missed out on&lt;br /&gt;if not for my Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew January 21, 2008,&lt;br /&gt;when she turned just four years old,&lt;br /&gt;that this little girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/OurReasonforWalkingbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would and could inspire this big crowd of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/_MG_6073web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to walk for Autism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_1055-web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by doing so spread&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration. Awareness. and Hope.&lt;br /&gt;I know who knew....&lt;br /&gt;God did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all did it because&lt;br /&gt;of God and one very important person...&lt;br /&gt;My Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has had a wonderful year...&lt;br /&gt;full of new accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;She has found many things along the way to&lt;br /&gt;experience  and appreciate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_7803copyjpgblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by doing so,&lt;br /&gt;has taught us to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/pweb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has taught people&lt;br /&gt;to never underestimate the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;of ANY child,&lt;br /&gt;She's proven&lt;br /&gt;that you can never know&lt;br /&gt;how far a child can reach until you teach them to climb.&lt;br /&gt;(Angie, I'm not talking about the kitchen cabinents here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 690px; height: 460px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner010w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has taught us all to find new ways&lt;br /&gt;to show people we love them.&lt;br /&gt;If one thing doesn't work,&lt;br /&gt;always try, try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EllavisitsandCarsonfindsakitten022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all,&lt;br /&gt;she has taught me&lt;br /&gt;that when you truly love someone...&lt;br /&gt;you don't always have to say it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner005wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for there are some that may not be able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to understand the words...&lt;br /&gt;But there is a place they can always feel it&lt;br /&gt;where it can always be understood...&lt;br /&gt;that place is found&lt;br /&gt;in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella, &lt;br /&gt;Misshelle&lt;br /&gt;(that's what she calls me!)&lt;br /&gt;is so proud of you and all the new things you&lt;br /&gt;experienced and learned this past year.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that God will continue to guide you&lt;br /&gt;to your rainbows end and to what He has for you,&lt;br /&gt;that He will continue to help you&lt;br /&gt;show me and others&lt;br /&gt; about the beauty in the world around us&lt;br /&gt;that we take for granted,&lt;br /&gt;and that,&lt;br /&gt;He will continue to allow you to feel&lt;br /&gt;the love and support of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sweet Pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the sunshine in my world,&lt;br /&gt;and for teaching me to look for the rainbows on the rainy days.&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/786811706351251369-7477440230969294088?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7477440230969294088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-seems-to-be-time-for-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7477440230969294088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7477440230969294088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-seems-to-be-time-for-birthday.html' title='This seems to be the time for birthday wishes....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Ella/th_IMG_1190w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-4195149925016055847</id><published>2009-01-19T12:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:31:20.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Special Birthday Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;One thing I love about having this blog&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;is the ability to tell people who are special in your lives&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;how special they are to you &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in a special way.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Someone who is special to our family is...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miss Tobianne"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;.&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Baggett%20Family-%20Knoxville/Baggett36w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have known her parents for as long as I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Her mother, Cyndi, and I have a lot in common,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;so as I come here to wish Tobianne,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; a very Happy Birthday,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can't help but think of how her mom&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my friend, Cyndi, must feel......&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;You see last weekend, Tobianne turned "16".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;As I looked through these pictures&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that I have had the pleasure of taking of her &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;over the last couple of years,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know, if only in some small way, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;what Cyndi's thoughts for her might be.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, I send this message to her today....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tobianne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9671-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Driver's licenses, dating, and a world full of dreams.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The big birthday that every pre-teen girl looks forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl no more, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a young lady on a journey to finding God's will for your life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and making steps each day towards becoming a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be exciting for you over the next few years...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;so many new dreams you will see come true,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a new sense of independence will find it's place in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9650-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to take your time&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy this in between time in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9641-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with being the one&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;who still loves the thought of being a little girl at heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;while you seek God's path for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Baggett%20Family-%20Knoxville/Baggett42w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have questions along the way...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you will have heartache... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;only to find that it can always be replaced again with joy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;You will wonder how you will know if certain things are meant to be&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;or if it is possible to know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Baggett%20Family-%20Knoxville/Baggett35w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the best part of this time in your life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;is that you don't know what the future holds,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;for if you did, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you might miss out on the bumps in the road.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Those bumps are what make you truly appreciate&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the dreams that come true when you get to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Baggett%20Family-%20Knoxville/Baggett47w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel the need to show you can do things on your own,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but sometimes you show &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the most strength, the most responsibility&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;when you reach out to those that love you &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and ask the questions that you can't seem to find the answer to on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Baggett%20Family-%20Knoxville/Baggett28w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the Lord and mom and dad will always be there&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; to answer those questions&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;with a few others behind them,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but always remember &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that there is another red-headed woman always ready &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to help with any questions you may have as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Baggett%20Family-%20Knoxville/Baggett50w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever hesitate to ask...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm always here for you,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you are a wonderful young woman&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;who has truly been a blessing to watch grow up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We love you,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mrs. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-4195149925016055847?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4195149925016055847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-special-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4195149925016055847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4195149925016055847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-special-birthday-wish.html' title='One More Special Birthday Wish...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Baggett%20Family-%20Knoxville/th_Baggett36w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1137449506981291827</id><published>2009-01-18T21:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:23:38.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DA-DUMP......DA-DUMP......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think a hear a heartbeat.....&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that this blog still has a little life left in it?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;After a failed harddrive...&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in many newly added gray hairs&lt;br /&gt;I think we may be back in business!&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to catch up on because&lt;br /&gt;but I am glad to finally be able to communicate&lt;br /&gt;with the outside world&lt;br /&gt;yet again.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to catch up on,&lt;br /&gt;but to start back,&lt;br /&gt;I have for you,&lt;br /&gt;the newest...&lt;br /&gt;most beautiful 12 year old&lt;br /&gt;on the block.&lt;br /&gt;She started out as our Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;back when she was five...&lt;br /&gt;that was her birthday wish that year&lt;br /&gt;and at her party&lt;br /&gt;that's who exactly who she was.&lt;br /&gt;There she stood in her sparkly blue dress&lt;br /&gt;complete with crown glistening in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Miss Alexandra&lt;br /&gt;turned 12 just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella has gotten older&lt;br /&gt;and has now turned into a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;She is already looking forward to next year...&lt;br /&gt;thirteen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her eagerness is balanced by the fact&lt;br /&gt;that her daddy and I can't seem to fathom&lt;br /&gt;the idea that our little Cinderella is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;We find ourselves wishing often&lt;br /&gt;that she would just slow down&lt;br /&gt;and cherish each day of her twelth year&lt;br /&gt;because when she reaches our ages...&lt;br /&gt;she will be glad that she did.&lt;br /&gt;She spends her days&lt;br /&gt;spinning and twirling and doing cartwheels across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She has hopes of being a cheerleader...&lt;br /&gt;We have hopes of her finding happiness in being herself...&lt;br /&gt;the one God created her to be.&lt;br /&gt;We have hopes that she find's God's will for her life&lt;br /&gt;and use the talents He's given her to&lt;br /&gt;become someone a lot more special in this world than&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend&lt;br /&gt;Daddy will get to have one chance to dance with his Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;before next year comes and she is officially&lt;br /&gt;a little girl no more...but a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;She will attend the Winter Ball for the&lt;br /&gt;Junior League of Cotillions&lt;br /&gt;she is participating in.&lt;br /&gt;She may dread the father-daughter dance&lt;br /&gt;that closes the ball out...&lt;br /&gt;but I have a feeling that Dad will hope,&lt;br /&gt;as I will,&lt;br /&gt;that time will stand still&lt;br /&gt;and for a few brief moments&lt;br /&gt;she will be that little girl of five again....&lt;br /&gt;the little girl we called&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 795px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  say that the eyes are the window to the soul....&lt;br /&gt;Hers must be just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 433px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 446px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 644px; height: 429px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 642px; height: 427px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 548px; height: 771px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear7-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That smile can brighten any dreary, cold day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 649px; height: 432px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 824px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 817px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 810px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 817px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 818px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 819px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 820px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/Alex12thyear9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra,&lt;br /&gt;Despite how old you grow...&lt;br /&gt;there will always be some little something&lt;br /&gt;that reminds us of you as a  little Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;at the age of five.&lt;br /&gt;Life's road will take you many places&lt;br /&gt;and allow you to see many things....&lt;br /&gt;Always remember what it felt like to be little Cinderella...&lt;br /&gt;Always savour the moments of being a twelve years old....&lt;br /&gt;Always know we love you,&lt;br /&gt;that we are proud of you,&lt;br /&gt;and that we feel so blessed to know you are ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/786811706351251369-1137449506981291827?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1137449506981291827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-dumpda-dump.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1137449506981291827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1137449506981291827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-dumpda-dump.html' title='DA-DUMP......DA-DUMP......'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Alexandra/th_Alex12thyear10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-9033669599302016009</id><published>2008-12-09T14:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:21:36.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading the Spirit of Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone is enjoying the Christmas holiday season&lt;br /&gt;and remembering what this time of year is all about.&lt;br /&gt;For our family&lt;br /&gt;the meaning is centered around&lt;br /&gt;the greatest gift man has ever received...&lt;br /&gt;the birth of a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;a small baby boy,,,&lt;br /&gt;who came to change and save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also about finding some way to give to others.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we rang the bells for the Salvation Army at Walmart,&lt;br /&gt;and this year, well, we are trying to help out a little closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;I received an email yesterday and immediately knew that this was&lt;br /&gt;the thing for us to do this year.&lt;br /&gt;I have sent out an email to my list of friends and family&lt;br /&gt;and I thought that those of you who follow my blog&lt;br /&gt;may be looking as well for a way to give of yourself this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago&lt;br /&gt;a man named Tommy...&lt;br /&gt;who was once a part of my extended family...&lt;br /&gt;someone who helped build the home we live in now...&lt;br /&gt;lost his life after falling from a home he was working on.&lt;br /&gt;I only saw Tommy every blue moon,&lt;br /&gt;usually at some function supporting his granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;who is the same age as Alexandra,&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't matter how long it had been&lt;br /&gt;he still had a smile when he saw us...&lt;br /&gt;and a kind word to say.&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the news of his death,&lt;br /&gt;my mind went to his family and&lt;br /&gt;what they would face this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;Like many,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something but didn't know what.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was forwarded an email yesterday&lt;br /&gt;originated by one of his friends&lt;br /&gt;telling me that his family is struggling.&lt;br /&gt;Not only mentally, but financially to cover funeral costs.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are trying to come up with ways&lt;br /&gt;to raise money for his family to help out with this.&lt;br /&gt;They have come up with a plan to sell Krispy Kreme donuts&lt;br /&gt;like many of the schools do for fundraisers; however,&lt;br /&gt;they are open to help or donations of anykind.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to buy a few boxes of donuts and&lt;br /&gt;give a donation to Nave's Funeral Home in Erin, Tn.&lt;br /&gt;This money will go towards Tommy's funeral costs&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully help ease a little of the burden for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are tough...&lt;br /&gt;if you are like us,&lt;br /&gt;you may not have much to give&lt;br /&gt;but we will find a way to do what we can.&lt;br /&gt;I can give my kids no greater gift this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;than to teach them how to care for others&lt;br /&gt;and how important it is to give to those who are in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join me in doing something this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;to make a difference in this family's life...&lt;br /&gt;just send me an email and I will fill you in on all the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&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/786811706351251369-9033669599302016009?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/9033669599302016009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/spreading-spirit-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/9033669599302016009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/9033669599302016009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/spreading-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='Spreading the Spirit of Christmas.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6002830974733294778</id><published>2008-12-09T13:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:20:31.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a ton on photos from our&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the day was spent with&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's family.&lt;br /&gt;The kids seem to steal the show this year&lt;br /&gt;and it was mostly the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;My big kids were so-o not into l&lt;br /&gt;letting me take their photos this year.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;not a lot of say here...&lt;br /&gt;just a lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two games kept them occupied...&lt;br /&gt;at least for a short while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008030w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake was all into the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You DON'T want to know what this is about!&lt;br /&gt;Just another mom and daughter moment&lt;br /&gt;thanks to&lt;br /&gt;Kathy &amp;amp; Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008034w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's $3.00 find&lt;br /&gt;was a hit...&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for hardwood floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008038w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008039w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy and some of her girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008042w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008043w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy was so excited...as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008044w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson waited patiently&lt;br /&gt;while Aunt Kathy clowned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008046w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayton and his Goddy (Grandpa),&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as Michael, Jimmy's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008054w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake means business when it comes to turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008057w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much comes between Carson and his food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008055w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he did take time out to show&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathy some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008058w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She'll kill me for that one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008059w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian,&lt;br /&gt;I took him by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008063w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a little ball&lt;br /&gt;Dayton was just learning&lt;br /&gt;and once he got started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008064w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't want to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008065qw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008066w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008068w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008075w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian finally got a few swings in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008071w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008073w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008074w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008078w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008079w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008080w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008081w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008084w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008086w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008085w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;it was football time in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008087w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008091w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008092w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008095w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008096w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex had to deal with being the only girl there...&lt;br /&gt;so she resorted to sitting indoors and finding something good to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008097w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;spending the day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008099w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008102w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake enjoyed aggravating Mollie...&lt;br /&gt;imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008106w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008112w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving,&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy's mom wanted me to take a photo&lt;br /&gt;of all the kids together.&lt;br /&gt;That went well....&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008001w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see...&lt;br /&gt;Alex was really into it...&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the fun was over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went by to check on my wonderful Aunt Gay&lt;br /&gt;who is recooperating from knee surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008016w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson showing us his new crossing the eyes trick...&lt;br /&gt;Funny at first&lt;br /&gt;but then I remembered the comments I used to hear&lt;br /&gt;when I did it as a child...&lt;br /&gt;you know about the whole eyes getting stuck thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I turned into my mother&lt;br /&gt;and uttered the words...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't do that, your eyes will get stuck like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Frank found the whole thing amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008020w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Gay doing what Aunt Gay does best...&lt;br /&gt;shower us with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/Thanksgiving2008022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa doing what Teresa does best...&lt;br /&gt;finding a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;Which I needed when I headed out to start&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping at 10:30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;the night of Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;My crazy cousin,&lt;br /&gt; Misty,&lt;br /&gt;convinced me to go to Opry Mills to shop&lt;br /&gt;when they opened at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, just like you are,&lt;br /&gt;that I had lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at the mall,&lt;br /&gt;and seeing crazy people camping outside...&lt;br /&gt;while others dragged their young children around&lt;br /&gt;the mall at 2:00 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I wasn't the crazy one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderfully delirious time&lt;br /&gt;and got lots done...&lt;br /&gt;all without getting run over&lt;br /&gt;or giving anyone a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to being thankful for all&lt;br /&gt;of my many blessings...&lt;br /&gt;those from above...&lt;br /&gt;those from family...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;those from 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title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Thanksgiving%202008/th_Thanksgiving2008026w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6229015824235710252</id><published>2008-12-05T16:34:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:18:43.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that small little word&lt;br /&gt;says so much.&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;is there when all the world&lt;br /&gt;feels as if it is falling in around you...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it is the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;knows who you really are...&lt;br /&gt;whether it be you at your best or you at your worst.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;is always there&lt;br /&gt;when the days are full of rain...&lt;br /&gt;they stand there...holding out the umbrella&lt;br /&gt;until the sun shines again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, Wendy, knows about "Family"&lt;br /&gt;and what it means to have one...&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the pictures below and&lt;br /&gt;you will see she is truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy,&lt;br /&gt;here's a little reminder&lt;br /&gt;of the fact that regardless&lt;br /&gt;of the rain or clouds that come your way,&lt;br /&gt;you always have your umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;your family....&lt;br /&gt;and that in the end...&lt;br /&gt;the sun eventually ALWAYS shines again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that these photos&lt;br /&gt;are worth you all bearing the freezing temperatures&lt;br /&gt;to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers080wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy &amp;amp; Her Other Half...&lt;br /&gt;over a decade together and still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers085a57w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers079w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers076w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers081w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers088w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers083w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers049fadedw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wendy&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;her family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vintage style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers0498x10w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers066w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kara...&lt;br /&gt;who turns "12" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers066wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers067w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Abigayle...&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as "Abbie",&lt;br /&gt;the baby of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers095w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Zack...&lt;br /&gt;the big freshman...&lt;br /&gt;you were such a good sport,&lt;br /&gt;and I really appreciated it...&lt;br /&gt;I know Wendy did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers060w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers064fadedw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers074w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers071fadedw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers090w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers092asepw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers092w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers073w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers091w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 751px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers105s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers098w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We girls headed to the barn&lt;br /&gt;for some more photos...&lt;br /&gt;while the guys warmed up in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick snap of Wendy &amp;amp; her girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers117w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers010w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby girl&lt;br /&gt;loves her mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers010wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers111w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers113w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers114w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers0435x7w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers0454x6w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers0464x6wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers047fadedw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;We braved the cold one more time&lt;br /&gt;and made our way to one more place&lt;br /&gt;on the family farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers0324x6w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never know by looking at this picture&lt;br /&gt;that these three had taken turns standing out in the 30' degree temps.&lt;br /&gt;for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;the photographer, on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;was starting to lose the ability&lt;br /&gt;to move her trigger finger because of frost bite...&lt;br /&gt;so these last few were taken very quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers0334x6w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers021w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers0234x6w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers020wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers026w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers020w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last photo....&lt;br /&gt;I think this one is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try an idea for a photo I had seen.&lt;br /&gt;At his point everyone was frozen and tired of sitting still,&lt;br /&gt;So, I told them to do whatever they wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;I should've obviously given more direction...&lt;br /&gt;look at Wendy and Chris's facial expressions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/Fulchers039w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been all about "Family"...&lt;br /&gt;that last photo couldn't provide a better example of the word!&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/786811706351251369-6229015824235710252?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6229015824235710252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6229015824235710252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6229015824235710252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/family.html' title='Family....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/The%20Fulcher%20Family/th_Fulchers080wbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1356428940390417625</id><published>2008-11-25T11:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:12:27.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters &amp; Brothers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I know from seeing firsthand&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that the relationship between a sister and brother&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;changes like the wind.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I tell Alexandra and Blake all the time&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that God chose them to be sister and brother&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;for a reason.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He gave them a life long gift that one day, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they will treasure.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;another sister &amp;amp; brother duo...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;their relationship reminded me so much of &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alexandra &amp;amp; Blake.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Though all four may tend to act as if&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they really don't need the other one around...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;or that they don't care&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;all that much from time to time...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they know, when the cards are down...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and all is said and done...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;who is on their side...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and who always has their back.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;One day they will realize too, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that, more importantly, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;these are the people who...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they will forever carry in their heart, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;along with all the memories of today.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Meet Bailey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily046wBW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just beautiful.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Meet Cole...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53045wbw1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a handsome fella...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that made me work for every smile!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I didn't get many...but he was a hard one to crack!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily002w1wframe.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily006bw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily001w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily046w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily036w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily045w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53062w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53063w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53035aw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53037w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53033w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53063w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a little vintage &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily020w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily021w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily023w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily024aw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily027w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily029w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53039w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53042w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53045w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53047w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53049w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53050a2w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53052w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53053w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53056w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily032w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily034wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily034w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53014w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53013w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Marc Brown&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53032w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53016w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Cali Rae Turner&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53020w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheHooperFamily53031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the outside world we all grow old. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;But not to brothers and sisters. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We know each other as we always were. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We know each other's hearts. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We share private family jokes. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We live outside the touch of time. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Clara Ortega&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1356428940390417625?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1356428940390417625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/sisters-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1356428940390417625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1356428940390417625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/sisters-brothers.html' title='Sisters &amp; Brothers...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-2589597178112693305</id><published>2008-11-21T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:46:16.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a matter friend?.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has the world got you down?...&lt;br /&gt;Do you long for the days of three weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;when you could come to this blog&lt;br /&gt;and find something&lt;br /&gt;the Conwell Family had done&lt;br /&gt;to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I've been notified that I or should I say this blog&lt;br /&gt;has been missed.&lt;br /&gt;Some have even said it is has come to be&lt;br /&gt;one of life's little necessities for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know the Conwell's hate to disappoint!!!&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado,&lt;br /&gt;something to put a smile on your face from a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;Of course,&lt;br /&gt;it features, who else,&lt;br /&gt;Conner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Conner's new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/snipsandsnails035aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked him straight in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and told him he was in for a bumpy ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 654px; height: 436px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/snipsandsnails052w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little creature...&lt;br /&gt; he didn't know how true that warning was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/snipsandsnails058w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did find a few moments of tenderness for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/snipsandsnails046aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that his new little friend&lt;br /&gt; truly appreciated his view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/snipsandsnails064w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for it to climb right into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/snipsandsnails065w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that they say about boys?&lt;br /&gt;I believe it goes something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/snipsandsnails066w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snips and Snails&lt;br /&gt;and Puppy Dog Tails....&lt;br /&gt;That's what little boys are made of.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen words more true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div 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friend?.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3800870779684531297</id><published>2008-11-20T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:03:31.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies &amp; Gentleman....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I proudly introduce you to...&lt;br /&gt;the new king in town,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blake Conwell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/blueandgold007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the photos are blurry&lt;br /&gt;and red-eye abounds,&lt;br /&gt;you can still see how&lt;br /&gt;happy he was to be "King".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stood at the gym entrance&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them to announce his name....&lt;br /&gt;he didn't seem too nervous,&lt;br /&gt;if he was, you wouldn't have been able to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the room&lt;br /&gt;he looked down for a brief moment&lt;br /&gt;as if the nervous were starting to show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then...&lt;br /&gt;he pulled that head up and all you could see&lt;br /&gt;was a smile...&lt;br /&gt;a BIG one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 749px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waited to hear their names called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for the crazy eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 548px; height: 365px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing027w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;as soon as the award was in his hand...&lt;br /&gt;this HUGE, not big, but HUGE grin&lt;br /&gt;was all you could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first,&lt;br /&gt;I thought he had chosen that moment in time&lt;br /&gt;to become a comedian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing030w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though everyone around us&lt;br /&gt;thought it was hilarious,&lt;br /&gt;I stood waving franticly at him...&lt;br /&gt;yelling&lt;br /&gt;"Not that grin...please not that grin!"&lt;br /&gt;and... for a moment... he stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;there it was again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing032w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cornered him afterwards&lt;br /&gt;and asked why the HUGE grin...&lt;br /&gt;he said&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't help it, I was happy."&lt;br /&gt;That's all he had to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing034w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;that so many people wanted their picture&lt;br /&gt;made with&lt;br /&gt;"The King".&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with his queen,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his buddy from his class...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing036w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually you have to fight to get my dad&lt;br /&gt;to smile in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;That night,&lt;br /&gt;I had no problem.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who was more excited,&lt;br /&gt;Blake or his Papaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing038w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Paige....&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say&lt;br /&gt;she is very fond of the "King".&lt;br /&gt;So, she asked if she could&lt;br /&gt;have her picture taken with him.&lt;br /&gt;Blake certainly didn't complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing040w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake wasn't the only royalty crowned that night....&lt;br /&gt;Miss Zoe was crowned "Princess".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing042w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "King" and his proud Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathy liked the award so much&lt;br /&gt;she tried to take it for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing055w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;there's Mrs. Angie,&lt;br /&gt;his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't have been more blessed&lt;br /&gt;to have been placed in her class this year.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks the world of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing057w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it looks as though&lt;br /&gt;she thinks he's pretty great too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing062w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Blake's poster.&lt;br /&gt;He loved it...&lt;br /&gt;but Mr. Kirk hated it...&lt;br /&gt;because every day a new piece of it&lt;br /&gt;was laying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be hot glued back on.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say...&lt;br /&gt;I got a little carried away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BlaketheKing067w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carried that plaque around the rest of the night&lt;br /&gt;and when I woke up the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;there he sat on the couch... with the plaque beside him.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he was so proud of it&lt;br /&gt;made it so special for us.&lt;br /&gt;What I was most proud of...&lt;br /&gt;a conversation he had with me&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days before.&lt;br /&gt;He came and stood beside me&lt;br /&gt;as I was dipping&lt;br /&gt;my 1,000,000th pretzel in chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to help me, so I let him,&lt;br /&gt;if fact, I appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, without a lot of fanfare, he said simply...&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, thanks for doing this."&lt;br /&gt;Enough said...Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Love you "King"&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3800870779684531297?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3800870779684531297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladies-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3800870779684531297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3800870779684531297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladies-gentleman.html' title='Ladies &amp; Gentleman....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-2087979179988523465</id><published>2008-11-05T09:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:03:03.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Great Day to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;so young.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;the sun was shining...&lt;br /&gt;the weather was warm...&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to join&lt;br /&gt;my cousin, Misty, and her two beautiful kiddos&lt;br /&gt;at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be so young again&lt;br /&gt;and to just enjoy...truly enjoy... the simple things&lt;br /&gt;that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a ton of photos from our day together.&lt;br /&gt;I brought the camera but&lt;br /&gt;left the worrying about doing it exactly right at home...&lt;br /&gt;so overlook those that are overly bright...&lt;br /&gt;and take time to remember what it would be like to be&lt;br /&gt;to be a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins086w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins087w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins088w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins091w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins092w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins093w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins094w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins096w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins101w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins001w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins013w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins030w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins032wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins044w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins047w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins118w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Ella got caught up in the football game&lt;br /&gt;but not by choice!&lt;br /&gt;When the ball came her way...&lt;br /&gt;it seems no one could bear to look...&lt;br /&gt;except me that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins056w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins060w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins065w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins072wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins073w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins074w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins076w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins077w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins081w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins083w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins084w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins084wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins105w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins109w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins113w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins114w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins115w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins117w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins119w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins121w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins125w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins130w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DaywiththeCousins136w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;we had a great time with you today.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, you are one great football player,&lt;br /&gt;Blake, Conner, &amp;amp; Carson can't wait&lt;br /&gt;to play with you again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-2087979179988523465?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2087979179988523465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-great-day-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2087979179988523465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2087979179988523465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-great-day-to-be.html' title='What A Great Day to be...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3957245824990722301</id><published>2008-11-03T14:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:13:23.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;sunshine for you today...&lt;br /&gt;in the form of Little Miss Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh012aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted my hand at a photo with a little sunflare going on...&lt;br /&gt;I realize now, it was only fitting for such a sweetheart such as this,&lt;br /&gt;whose personality can brighten any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh015aww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;we go through things that have us worrying about the future...&lt;br /&gt;the days sometimes seem gray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh015abww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once that new day arrives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh016aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we realize what we thought was going to be&lt;br /&gt;a dark and lonely day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is really just God putting us through a few things&lt;br /&gt;so that we may truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh020a1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;soak up every moment of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh020bww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;Trish and Tonya&lt;br /&gt;I know that you have got to love your...&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;she was worth it all, wasn't she?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly enjoyed my time&lt;br /&gt;with this little one.&lt;br /&gt;She is so growny to be just three years of age,&lt;br /&gt;and what a mess she is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh003aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh004a1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh008aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh029w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh030w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh033w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Emma didn't miss a thing...&lt;br /&gt;always stopping to investigate every sight and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh036aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh039aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh041aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh043w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh044w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh046a1bww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh046a1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh050aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh052aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh054aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh055w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh057aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh060aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh061aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh062aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh065aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the look of awe on her face&lt;br /&gt;in this photo...&lt;br /&gt;truly what being three years old&lt;br /&gt;is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh067aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh067w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh076aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh079aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh089aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh096a1w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to add a little more contrast on this one...&lt;br /&gt;to bring out those beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh096bww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh098aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EmmaFitzhugh103w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Miss Emma&lt;br /&gt;for spending some time with me&lt;br /&gt;and being such a great model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3957245824990722301?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3957245824990722301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-little-bit-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3957245824990722301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3957245824990722301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-little-bit-of.html' title='Just a little bit of...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1402743390893340453</id><published>2008-10-31T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:43:37.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a couple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;of my little guy.&lt;br /&gt;We may not get much into the spirit of Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;but we sure do get into the spirit of fall.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of snapshots from a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;He decided to be my test model before I took&lt;br /&gt;a few fall pictures for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Carson/BaggettFamilyPictures054w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Carson/BaggettFamilyPictures055w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Carson/BaggettFamilyPictures057w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1402743390893340453?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1402743390893340453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-couple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7713668120015309451</id><published>2008-10-31T12:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:55:14.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is something I hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never have to face.&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in this short video.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, upon seeing it, was upset &lt;br /&gt;and asked why I would want to put something so sad on here.&lt;br /&gt;I was fighting back tears when I told her&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't mean it to be sad, &lt;br /&gt;I meant for it to help us all &lt;br /&gt;relate...understand...be reminded...come to know...&lt;br /&gt;what God did for us, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Even if there had just been me or you on this earth... &lt;br /&gt;God would've sent His son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRLRSXd4fzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRLRSXd4fzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has such symbolism&lt;br /&gt;of what God did for us in sending His son.&lt;br /&gt;Upon watching this, &lt;br /&gt;I relate the to the father's sacrifice, but...&lt;br /&gt;I can not imagine making the decision&lt;br /&gt;that father had to make.&lt;br /&gt;God our Father,&lt;br /&gt;faced that same decision.&lt;br /&gt;To save His Son or save the world.&lt;br /&gt;What agony He must have faced as a father.&lt;br /&gt;What a sacrifice...what a gift...&lt;br /&gt;just for insignificant you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16-&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world,&lt;br /&gt;that He gave His only begotten Son&lt;br /&gt;that whosoever believeth in Him,&lt;br /&gt;should not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 10:9 &lt;br /&gt;"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus,&lt;br /&gt; and shalt believe in thine heart that God&lt;br /&gt; hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved."&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for your sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our gift of your son, our salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Misty, for sharing it with me&lt;br /&gt;it was a true blessing to me today.&lt;br /&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/786811706351251369-7713668120015309451?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7713668120015309451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-something-i-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7713668120015309451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7713668120015309451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-something-i-hope.html' title='There is something I hope...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8788672033050100350</id><published>2008-10-27T23:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:09:40.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about giving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am holding my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and praying that I have found the problem with the blog.&lt;br /&gt;I had to monkey with a few things&lt;br /&gt;so my post of&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella and Miss Zoe&lt;br /&gt;from a couple of days ago has been moved a little,&lt;br /&gt;and I have had to remove the You Tube video&lt;br /&gt;from Jimmy's mom's birthday wish&lt;br /&gt;but hey, anything to have things back to normal around here!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;About the giving... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This past Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;our family had the honor of participating&lt;br /&gt;in a local autism walk for&lt;br /&gt;Make a Difference Day.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was done by&lt;br /&gt;a group of students&lt;br /&gt;from our local elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful thing for us&lt;br /&gt;to get to show our support&lt;br /&gt;for autism awareness&lt;br /&gt;but more importantly&lt;br /&gt;to our great little friend...&lt;br /&gt;Ella and her family.&lt;br /&gt;How much does it really take to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;show someone you care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;that you want to make a difference in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Usually not very much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;so why do we not do it more often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of cheerleader moms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;gave up time, gave of themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;to allow their daughters to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;give of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism001w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisterfriend, Angie, and Miss Ella&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Angie and Dan gives of themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;each and everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;but it's so worth it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;to look at this face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella didn't roll long,&lt;br /&gt;but when she did, many times,&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of being her chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;Even more of a blessing to me...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't push much...&lt;br /&gt;or take pictures much....&lt;br /&gt;simply because Miss Ella&lt;br /&gt;wanted me to walk with her&lt;br /&gt;and hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;A simple thing for some&lt;br /&gt;but to me...&lt;br /&gt;it was priceless... it was a prayer answered...&lt;br /&gt;it was a sign that Ella is trying to reach out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count it a great honor&lt;br /&gt;that she reaches to me.&lt;br /&gt;Along with Ella,&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;of escorting her cousin, Autumn, as well.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I felt quite special that day!&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be able to give without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;even knowing it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I may have been giving up a little bit of my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;but gaining time with Miss Ella...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;there is nowhere I would have rather been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littlest ones may not realize&lt;br /&gt;what they were walking, running, and giving themselves for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism010w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I hope they will know one day&lt;br /&gt;and continue to give of themselves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and make a difference&lt;br /&gt;and show love for others&lt;br /&gt;by doing things just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism039w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see how much&lt;br /&gt;what I decide to be involved with and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becomes what my children&lt;br /&gt;love and become involved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism042w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a blessing to see&lt;br /&gt;that when you love and give to someone&lt;br /&gt;how they always seem to give and love you back.&lt;br /&gt;Conner has always loved Mrs. Angie,&lt;br /&gt;and in this photo it's easy to see why...&lt;br /&gt;she loves him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys seemed to rule the part of the walk we were in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism012w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's ok,&lt;br /&gt;like minds tend to stick together! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We were all there for one purpose, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to spread once again&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Inspiration. Awareness. Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the trail&lt;br /&gt;there were many things from nature&lt;br /&gt;the boys found to stop and explore.&lt;br /&gt;Jed found this heart shaped leaf&lt;br /&gt;and asked Carson to hold his heart.&lt;br /&gt;That about sums up what we&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do that day...&lt;br /&gt;we place their hearts in our hands...&lt;br /&gt;to be placed in our prayers&lt;br /&gt;each day, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The walked was soon over and&lt;br /&gt;the kids decided it was time for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism023w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the train.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before everyone joined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism029w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism019w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Owen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;even gave of himself and&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;walked a little...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism036w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;from this face &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it looks like he had a great time doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism046w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few carnival rides before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism047w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rides for Ella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism048w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism058w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism062w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism081w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone else who forgot she's not a kid anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism082w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake swore he didn't want to ride&lt;br /&gt;and tried his best not to smile&lt;br /&gt;but I have proof right here that he did enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/makeadifferencedayforautism084w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as did I...&lt;br /&gt;whether I look like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Give of yourself today,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Make a difference in someone's life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It doesn't have to be anything major...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;just a little something to show you care.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;You'll spend the rest of your week being glad that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-8788672033050100350?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8788672033050100350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-holding-my-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8788672033050100350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8788672033050100350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-holding-my-breath.html' title='It&apos;s about giving.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6090017731706626785</id><published>2008-10-27T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:09:52.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since you've seen these faces around here.&lt;br /&gt;I must say I sure have missed them.&lt;br /&gt;I got to feeling a little excited...&lt;br /&gt;a little bubbly&lt;br /&gt;at the thought of these girls coming for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;I get to act like a goofball,&lt;br /&gt;like a kid with these girls.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella&lt;br /&gt;who once upon a time felt a little uncertain..&lt;br /&gt;a little unsecure about this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No signs of that today.&lt;br /&gt;I think she has known for a long time&lt;br /&gt;that she has me wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is the words...&lt;br /&gt;Miss Shelle...&lt;br /&gt;and whatever follows well...&lt;br /&gt;she gets it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner005wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Angie...&lt;br /&gt;I can say "No" if I have to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner005wbw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I don't have to do that often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't eaten much pizza over the last year...&lt;br /&gt;but she's getting to enjoy it again.&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you can see that she's still asking permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is seeing these two together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner010w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella has always had a special connection with Conner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner012w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he knows it...&lt;br /&gt;I think God planned it that way...&lt;br /&gt;He always has someone there for us doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of our situation or place in life&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt as if he sends someone to us.&lt;br /&gt;I know that was the case with&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella and Zoe's Mom.&lt;br /&gt;She is my someone that God sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;Love you woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner013w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Zoe,&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday Buddy&lt;br /&gt;is getting so big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much older looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner019w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts my heart to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner020w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only for a moment&lt;br /&gt;because how can a heart be hurting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner021w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're looking at a smile like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets me with that crinkled up nose and grin&lt;br /&gt;every, single time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner022wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Zoe&lt;br /&gt;you are one special girl.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has placed you as a big sister&lt;br /&gt;to two great little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew he had to have someone&lt;br /&gt;with a wonderful, caring heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner025wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would help to guide&lt;br /&gt;Ella and Jed&lt;br /&gt;along the way.&lt;br /&gt;You're doing a wonderful job of that girlie,&lt;br /&gt;and I love you for it.&lt;br /&gt;Better yet,&lt;br /&gt;I love you for just being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/zoeellaconner025wbw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Thank you girls for coming to see me today.&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long, you guys come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-6090017731706626785?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6090017731706626785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6090017731706626785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6090017731706626785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while_27.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7750906629810040274</id><published>2008-10-24T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:29:44.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's what this blog is causing me about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not working exactly right...&lt;br /&gt;my sidebars and music and links are all&lt;br /&gt;showing up at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why that is happening&lt;br /&gt;but trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and&lt;br /&gt;hopefully things will be back to normal soon!&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/786811706351251369-7750906629810040274?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7750906629810040274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7750906629810040274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7750906629810040274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/problems.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7791405716350512781</id><published>2008-10-24T14:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:15:37.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another chance to practice my hobby,&lt;br /&gt;and oh, how blessed I am,&lt;br /&gt;to be able to do just that with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddos like these.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Sarah, Levi, &amp;amp; Aaron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 512px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily023copy4w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they love their life on their farm.&lt;br /&gt;They spend their days&lt;br /&gt;exploring the world around them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily062aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all over a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily062wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily062wbw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having their picture made!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily053w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Levi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily055w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me work for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily081w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily090w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a little nervous at first...&lt;br /&gt;but soon warmed up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 658px; height: 449px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily053w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just tell these kids enjoy&lt;br /&gt;being outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 630px; height: 421px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily066w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily083w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon learned that they loved the&lt;br /&gt;"Three Stooges"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily086w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fitting!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just the three of them doing&lt;br /&gt;their favorite stooges impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 439px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily120w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sarah&lt;br /&gt;cracked me up with this red purse.&lt;br /&gt;She may love life on the farm...&lt;br /&gt;but she has some girly girl&lt;br /&gt;tucked away in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily133w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily134w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily136w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom didn't plan to be in any pictures&lt;br /&gt;but while the kids took a break...&lt;br /&gt;I seized the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;and so did she...&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband tried&lt;br /&gt;for many, many years&lt;br /&gt;to start a family&lt;br /&gt;as you can see&lt;br /&gt;God answered their prayers&lt;br /&gt;and then some...&lt;br /&gt;baby number 4 is due in December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily058w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily110w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily143w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily151w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily080w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily123ww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily139w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Shiloh the dog&lt;br /&gt;and to deal with the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily001w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/swawfamily008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Thanks kiddos...&lt;br /&gt;for being such good sports&lt;br /&gt;and dealing with the chilly autumn morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7791405716350512781?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7791405716350512781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7791405716350512781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7791405716350512781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3512349517737069134</id><published>2008-10-22T00:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:25:56.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Birthday Message for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the most special people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/MothersDay2008210w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He calls her...&lt;br /&gt;"Mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/MothersDay2008218w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be able&lt;br /&gt;to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can say that.&lt;br /&gt;She is truly a gift to me and my children.&lt;br /&gt;They love her...&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious when they see her.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;She has given to so many her whole life&lt;br /&gt;and she has lived a long one.&lt;br /&gt;Longer than most people think.&lt;br /&gt;She turned seventy-six yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and can out do some thirty years younger.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;She has raised seven children of her own&lt;br /&gt;and is now there giving advice, support, and love&lt;br /&gt;to her grandchildren, and it is always unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I struggled with what to get for a birthday present&lt;br /&gt;and after lunch yesterday an idea hit me.&lt;br /&gt;A slideshow from the kids...&lt;br /&gt;she would appreciate that more than any gift&lt;br /&gt;I could ever purchase.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next few hours searching files for photos&lt;br /&gt;and quickly putting it together.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect,&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;perfect in her eyes....&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;That's all the approval I needed.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;You have to know your grandbabies love you,&lt;br /&gt;We do as well.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all that you do for us,&lt;br /&gt;the love you show us,&lt;br /&gt;the pancakes you make us:)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;for just being you.&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you had a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share the video with you.&lt;br /&gt;This You Tube version is fuzzy...&lt;br /&gt;to see a better version,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to my slideshow link on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Don't forget to pause the blog music before starting!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;10/28/2008&lt;br /&gt;You Tube video appeared to be causing&lt;br /&gt;some problems on the blog&lt;br /&gt;so I have removed it.&lt;br /&gt;You can still see the video by following the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photodex.com/sharing/viewshow.html?fl=3042255&amp;amp;alb=0"&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom&lt;br /&gt;We Love You! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3512349517737069134?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3512349517737069134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-birthday-message-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3512349517737069134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3512349517737069134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-birthday-message-for.html' title='A Special Birthday Message for...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1848034634174311268</id><published>2008-10-21T23:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:04:49.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok, well, it WAS party time&lt;br /&gt;about 5 days ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say last weekend&lt;br /&gt;is was full of activity.&lt;br /&gt;Conner's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;was the start of it.&lt;br /&gt;Kung-Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;was the request.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;We tried our best&lt;br /&gt;to give him his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what this look is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 642px; height: 430px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys table.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't spend much time there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the new bike.&lt;br /&gt;He found it too early, but hey, it was his day...&lt;br /&gt;he could do whatever he wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation&lt;br /&gt;he finally decided on which Kung-Fu Panda mask to wear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 737px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it figures it was the bad guy....&lt;br /&gt;or should I say cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathy&lt;br /&gt;you were such a great help.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddy from football practices&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Payden.&lt;br /&gt;Is he cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner trying to figure out the chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;We had some chinese accessories to help keep&lt;br /&gt;the kung fu theme going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma broke open her fortune cookie&lt;br /&gt;to see what good fortune&lt;br /&gt;is coming her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 656px; height: 438px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like it was some love from&lt;br /&gt;the birthday boy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 661px; height: 447px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was generous with his love that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 653px; height: 437px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty027w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana was able to get some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and a couple of her cheerleading sidekicks&lt;br /&gt;preparing for the cheer competition the next day.&lt;br /&gt;More details on that to come later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty032w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the chopsticks to good use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty033w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a chopstick race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to throw the rules out the window&lt;br /&gt;and make a run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty036w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the big girls decided to get in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty038w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty040w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty046w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson, as usual, decided to follow his brother's lead&lt;br /&gt;and run for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 664px; height: 444px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one more game.&lt;br /&gt;Key the Kung- Fu Fighting music....&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody was....&lt;br /&gt;Kung-Fu Fighting"&lt;br /&gt;sing it with me now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 661px; height: 442px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty051w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those cats were fast as lightning&lt;br /&gt;In fact it was a little bit frightning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty054w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But they fought with expert timing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 451px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty058w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty063w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty064w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mighty warrior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty067w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could hardly bear&lt;br /&gt;our&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty077w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty087w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/connerbdapparty110w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;We lost our mind while birthday shopping&lt;br /&gt;and actually decided it was a&lt;br /&gt;smart thing to purchase him toy nun-chucks.&lt;br /&gt;This photo shows that it didn't take long to realize&lt;br /&gt;it was not a smart thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;He and Payden used them to bust open a can of coke!&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else very special&lt;br /&gt;celebrated a birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to share more of that&lt;br /&gt;with you later today.&lt;br /&gt;Until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1848034634174311268?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1848034634174311268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1848034634174311268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1848034634174311268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-time.html' title='Party time...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/th_connerbdapparty002w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1863076590195204590</id><published>2008-10-15T16:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:07:13.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years Ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met the sweetest little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's had my heart ever since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I first laid eyes on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart isn't the only one he's captured,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has his daddy's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 685px; height: 452px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA76w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 685px; height: 449px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA78w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 688px; height: 443px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA85w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA89w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pretty much everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who's around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I already miss year number 4....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is changing each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but one thing's for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is EVERYTHING boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's part of why we love him so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so-o mischeivous...so, so charming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a sweetheart... such a trouble finder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a caring fella...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a CON!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's just something about this boy of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He turned five yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow, it's seems like we were just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bringing him home from the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new baby after five long years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He brings such joy, such laughter, such love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures004wfrbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was year "4" all about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite foods...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chicken legs, chicken nuggets, applesauce, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skittles (is that technically a food?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spaghetti and CHIPS, of any kind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not exactly nutritious but he is eating none the less!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite shows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SuperWhy...Spiderman and his amazing friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Handy Manny...Word Girl...Max and Ruby...Diego...and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe it or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iron Chef...he thinks he's Bobby Flay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite things to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ride his bike...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Play with his Hot Wheels cars...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make planes or houses with his blocks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;play football...hockey...baseball &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty much anything sports related...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read books, but he hated to color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;play with his brothers and sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;play with his army men...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big moments of Year "4"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing baseball for the first time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learning to sound out and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;read a few three letter words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Counting by 10's to 100...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then there were the moments &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we as parents could've lived without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wouldn't be Conner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting popcorn kernels up his nose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then there was the chewing gum up the nose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then there was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ride he took in the dryer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those stories are endless!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could go on and on, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you've all read them before here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures003aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In spite of the popcorn in the nose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the dings in the wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this little man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just oozes love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just ask anyone who knows him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos we took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day was rainy and overcast at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to try a couple of times throughout the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the cloudiness of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he still shines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures007wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he still oozes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures010w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures010wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures013q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures014w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures026wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures019w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures023w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 672px; height: 441px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA34w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA45w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA57w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA59w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA61w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 754px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA64a.jpg" width="662" height="1007" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA70w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4year16w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4year19w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4year21w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4year25w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4year39w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4year46w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 653px; height: 427px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures035_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/Conner4yearPictures038w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/ConnerA20w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year number &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"5"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;has lots of new things &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in store for you litle buddy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Know that whether it be kindergarten&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;or football or whatever the Lord &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;puts in your path in the next year&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that Mommy and Daddy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;will be there.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Loving you... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cheering you on...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanking God&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that it was you...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that God blessed us with&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;five short years ago.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We love you, buddy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1863076590195204590?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1863076590195204590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/five-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1863076590195204590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1863076590195204590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/five-years-ago.html' title='Five Years Ago....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Conner/th_ConnerA76w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7466423603325637136</id><published>2008-10-09T13:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:09:12.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Gotta Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Jed&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love a little fella&lt;br /&gt;that greets you with a smile like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures097w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trust me,&lt;br /&gt;that smile says it all.&lt;br /&gt;Teenage girls of the future...&lt;br /&gt;prepare yourselves!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Before he was born,&lt;br /&gt;I told his mother to take out stock in&lt;br /&gt;Neosporin &amp;amp; Bandaid&lt;br /&gt;because she was going to need it...&lt;br /&gt;she was going to be raising a boy.&lt;br /&gt;I also told her that he would capture her heart&lt;br /&gt;and she would love that little boy more than&lt;br /&gt;she ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;He has had three years to work his magic on her&lt;br /&gt;I, now,  think she has now learned what I meant&lt;br /&gt;by those words just a few short years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures082w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed just turned three.&lt;br /&gt;His mom asked for me to take some photos&lt;br /&gt;in the hopes that I would be able to capture&lt;br /&gt;who Jed is at age three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me Jed is exactly&lt;br /&gt;what God intended a boy to be.&lt;br /&gt;Mischievous. Onery. Curious. Sometimes Shy.&lt;br /&gt;Charming. Sweet. and every so often&lt;br /&gt;Quiet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Angie~&lt;br /&gt;I hope when you look at these photographs&lt;br /&gt;years down the road&lt;br /&gt;that you are reminded what that little boy&lt;br /&gt;with the mischeivous smile&lt;br /&gt;was like....&lt;br /&gt;and what he brought to your life...&lt;br /&gt;when he was&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures079w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures126w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 676px; height: 452px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures098w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures139w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 683px; height: 467px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures102w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures148w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures040w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures072w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures081w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures146w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures125w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 454px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures085w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures016w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures112w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures118w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures122w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures137w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures141w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures019a1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures019wvint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures002vinta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/JedBaggettthreeyearpictures004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only end with a photo&lt;br /&gt;of Jed...well... being Jed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that this little fella&lt;br /&gt;is one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;He can put a smile on anyone's face&lt;br /&gt;and brighten the darkest day.&lt;br /&gt;He may have some rough edges,&lt;br /&gt;as most little boys do,&lt;br /&gt;but he is a true little sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;that has made life sweeter&lt;br /&gt;by having him around.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Jeddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7466423603325637136?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7466423603325637136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-just-gotta-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7466423603325637136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7466423603325637136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-just-gotta-love.html' title='You Just Gotta Love....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-583712359853486223</id><published>2008-10-08T22:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:13:50.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Self Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have really been blessed lately&lt;br /&gt;with an opportunity to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;for a lot of really great people.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a learning experience for me,&lt;br /&gt;I still have no much that I am figuring out,&lt;br /&gt;and so many new things that I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;Like taking family pictures...&lt;br /&gt;kids have usually been my thing.&lt;br /&gt;With all this learning comes blessings&lt;br /&gt;and taking this family's pictures was&lt;br /&gt;truly a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet&lt;br /&gt;The Self Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures081_filteredw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom, and Brison&lt;br /&gt;are awaiting the arrival of&lt;br /&gt;Baby Brayden&lt;br /&gt;in just a few short weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures072_1aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 660px; height: 440px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures080aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Braden&lt;br /&gt;doesn't yet know how truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;he is already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 449px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures077awbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 584px; height: 875px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures085w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family truly enjoys life....&lt;br /&gt;and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures075_1bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 680px; height: 454px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures090aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 681px; height: 465px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures077w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brison&lt;br /&gt;such a sweetheart...&lt;br /&gt;such a superstar...&lt;br /&gt;he's really going to be a great big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures099_filteredaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 681px; height: 455px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures013a_filteredw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures015aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures104a3w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 445px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures106a_filteredw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 448px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures106bw1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures121w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun's light began to set&lt;br /&gt;we rushed to another location&lt;br /&gt;with some different shots in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures055abw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Brison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures055a_filteredw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mom's first born&lt;br /&gt;always holds a special place in her heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 453px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures059bwaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that in the photos&lt;br /&gt;of these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures061w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures061wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures064aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted something&lt;br /&gt;a little different with these&lt;br /&gt;so we gave it a try.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. B,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures064wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 664px; height: 443px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures065aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that this is little brother&lt;br /&gt;is going to be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 447px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures065w2bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his big brother already&lt;br /&gt;loves him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures016awf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 670px; height: 447px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures018a_filteredwf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures022awbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures022wf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures023awf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures033awf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures034faw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures035wf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures045aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures047w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 666px; height: 445px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures053w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures137aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures139w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 681px; height: 455px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures141w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/SelfFamilyPictures145w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you guys enjoy the pictures&lt;br /&gt;as much as I enjoyed spending the evening with you.&lt;br /&gt;Brison,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be calling soon for our date.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take some more photos of you buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-583712359853486223?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/583712359853486223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/583712359853486223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/583712359853486223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-family.html' title='The Self Family'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8689339733979105513</id><published>2008-10-05T01:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:43:42.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is what I am about now.&lt;br /&gt;On October 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Without a clue of what I was doing...&lt;br /&gt;not sure if I had anything interesting to say...&lt;br /&gt;or if anyone would care.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a way for&lt;br /&gt;my loved ones that I don't see everyday&lt;br /&gt;to keep up with my crazy. wonderful. and often funny life.&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted a way to document all the things&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't have time to scrapbook anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Moments like Blake's first ballgames...&lt;br /&gt;Alex's performances and dramatic episodes...&lt;br /&gt;Conner's Connerisms and trouble finding missions...&lt;br /&gt; Carson just being Carson...&lt;br /&gt;the special moments spent&lt;br /&gt;with that awesome man in my life...&lt;br /&gt;and the wonderful memories made with wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;It has turned into so much more for me.&lt;br /&gt;A way to reach others...&lt;br /&gt;A way to cope with things&lt;br /&gt;I at times don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;more than anything...&lt;br /&gt;a way to hopefully leave a legacy for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;So, that when all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;they will know how much they changed my life&lt;br /&gt;and what positive changes they helped to bring out in me&lt;br /&gt;and ultimately how much&lt;br /&gt;their imperfect, inexperienced, unsure mother&lt;br /&gt;loved them.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight, I sit here amazed at the realization&lt;br /&gt;that in just under a year I have had&lt;br /&gt;almost 3,100 visits&lt;br /&gt;to this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like there are people interested in reading&lt;br /&gt;about my life regardless of the craziness it sometimes offers.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who stops by this place,&lt;br /&gt;and to those who occasionally&lt;br /&gt;leave me a comment..&lt;br /&gt;thank you for doing it,&lt;br /&gt;it's often provides encouragement to me.&lt;br /&gt;To those who haven't, there have to be several,&lt;br /&gt;(you don't get to 3,000 with just one person reading it)&lt;br /&gt;take time to stop and say Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Here is to another year's worth of memorable moments...&lt;br /&gt;and another 3,000 visits to&lt;br /&gt;remind me how lucky I am to&lt;br /&gt;live each day with a family who supports me &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;who tolerates my imperfections and compulsiveness...&lt;br /&gt;to remind me that there are other people out there&lt;br /&gt;who appreciate this crazy life of mine...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;more than anything...&lt;br /&gt;to remind me that there is a God&lt;br /&gt;who is responsible for blessing me with it all.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the next 3,000!!&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/786811706351251369-8689339733979105513?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8689339733979105513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8689339733979105513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8689339733979105513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazed.html' title='Amazed...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1352606550821238207</id><published>2008-10-05T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:40:06.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessed Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A little over 35 years ago&lt;br /&gt;God gave me to a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;That family included a mother, a father, an older sister,&lt;br /&gt;but also included many aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;Over my 35 years, some of those aunts and uncles&lt;br /&gt;have become more like another set of parents to me.&lt;br /&gt;At age 2 or 3, God moved our family&lt;br /&gt;to a new city 4 hours away,&lt;br /&gt;a few years later into yet another new city....&lt;br /&gt;only this time it was 17 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;Though the distance was great,&lt;br /&gt;certain people were always a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;as far back as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;This family is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sherry, Uncle Roy, Shellie, &amp;amp; Misty&lt;br /&gt;have over the years come to be like a second family to me.&lt;br /&gt;The bonus for me in getting them as a second family&lt;br /&gt;is a little lady I call&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mattie.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mattie turned 90 years old this year.&lt;br /&gt;There are not many people anymore&lt;br /&gt;who are blessed to live to that age,&lt;br /&gt;but this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; Mrs. Mattie we are talking about&lt;br /&gt;and I can see why my God above would allow her&lt;br /&gt;to be so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;As far back as I can remember&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mattie has just had a&lt;br /&gt;warm, pleasant, loving way about her.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it had been since&lt;br /&gt;she saw me last,&lt;br /&gt;she always made me feel at home in her home,&lt;br /&gt;she always had a smile and a kind word&lt;br /&gt;to greet me with,&lt;br /&gt;she always had a way of putting&lt;br /&gt;this shy little girl at rest.&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I had the joy&lt;br /&gt;of getting to spend some time&lt;br /&gt;with Mrs. Mattie yet again.&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while&lt;br /&gt;since I had gotten to visit with her...&lt;br /&gt;but she hadn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;Still the same pleasant smile and kind words to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;Her face had aged a little, she moved a little slower&lt;br /&gt;but that voice, that smile&lt;br /&gt;it was Mrs. Mattie.&lt;br /&gt;Still just as kind and graceful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Shellie asked me to come by&lt;br /&gt;and take a few quick pictures of her and Mrs. Mattie,&lt;br /&gt;or as Shellie calls her "Mamaw".&lt;br /&gt;I had all of these great shots I wanted to take,&lt;br /&gt;I had worried about taking the photos in full sun,&lt;br /&gt;what would I do about this and how am I going to do that....&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Mrs. Mattie to make this&lt;br /&gt;nervous, somewhat backwards woman...&lt;br /&gt;feel right as ease.&lt;br /&gt;Out the door went the shots I had planned...&lt;br /&gt;It's just Mrs. Mattie being Mrs. Mattie&lt;br /&gt;with her family around her.&lt;br /&gt;I took a few shots but more than that&lt;br /&gt;I took a lesson in what a long and blessed life&lt;br /&gt;truly looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mattie is a picture perfect example of that.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield028_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellie and her Mamaw...&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as Mrs. Mattie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield031_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, Mrs. Mattie's great-grandson &amp;amp; Shellie's nephew&lt;br /&gt;couldn't resist being included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mattie, Shellie &amp;amp; her sister Misty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield008_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mattie &amp;amp; Misty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield008_1wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield009_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took a few minutes for Mrs. Mattie&lt;br /&gt;to point out some of her prized possessions...&lt;br /&gt;her flowers.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell she loves her family&lt;br /&gt;but her flowers run a close second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield014_1wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ella, yet another great grandbaby &amp;amp; Jacob's sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield017_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella playing with Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield018_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield023_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Mrs. Mattie's Masterpieces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield025_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield026_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield027_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but certainly not least...&lt;br /&gt;the last remaining rose on the rosebush.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't photoshop that blue in...&lt;br /&gt;that is the way I captured it with the sky and cloudes softened behind it...&lt;br /&gt;just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield019_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Miss Ella...&lt;br /&gt;I have too many shots of this cutie pie&lt;br /&gt;but can you really have too many photos of someone like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield041_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this photo of Mrs. Mattie, Shellie, &amp;amp; Misty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 646px; height: 966px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield041_2copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger and in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield019_1wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield084_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellie giving kisses and saying good bye to Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Come home soon, Shelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield085_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfields002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfields001_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfields007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield045w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Aunt Sherry...&lt;br /&gt;One of my adopted moms and Mrs. Mattie's Babygirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfields011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfields015_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfields013_1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield054w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield073w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sure sign of a blessed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/stringfield073abw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1352606550821238207?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1352606550821238207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed-life_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1352606550821238207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1352606550821238207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed-life_05.html' title='A Blessed Life'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8678783211844080512</id><published>2008-10-03T01:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:35:40.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baggett Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;It's either feast or famine around here!&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed football/cheerleading season&lt;br /&gt;but it has kept us busy most nights of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a couple more weeks to go&lt;br /&gt;but I am getting ready to have a photo overload.&lt;br /&gt;The photo sessions for Harvest Festival are&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to begin tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;However, tonight&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of taking some photographs&lt;br /&gt;for the Baggett Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. B. asked around Christmas for&lt;br /&gt;me to take some family pics. and I just ran out of time.&lt;br /&gt;So, he asked again about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the night,&lt;br /&gt;and I must say,&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the fact that&lt;br /&gt;they think I would do an acceptable job&lt;br /&gt;but I still have so-o much to learn...&lt;br /&gt;it is a trial and error process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I spent the late hours last night&lt;br /&gt;making some quick edits.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sneak preview&lt;br /&gt;of some of the moments&lt;br /&gt;I captured of their beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;I sure enjoyed myself&lt;br /&gt;and the kids....&lt;br /&gt;were so GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to add many comments here...&lt;br /&gt;I've got an early morning and then...&lt;br /&gt;I get to do another family tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Baggett Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures032w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures098w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures083w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 704px; height: 468px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures089f1bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures087w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures104w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures101w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures090w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures099w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures104faw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures102fw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures108w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures012w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures100w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures005w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures092w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BaggettFamilyPictures014w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-8678783211844080512?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8678783211844080512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/baggett-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8678783211844080512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8678783211844080512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/baggett-family.html' title='The Baggett Family'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-5706214789351183263</id><published>2008-09-24T11:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:19:10.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments from Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the toughest team we've played.&lt;br /&gt;We scrimmaged them before the season began,&lt;br /&gt;and I remember saying they looked like giants.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I saw the teams listed&lt;br /&gt;during practice last week,&lt;br /&gt;and this New Johnsonville team was 0-4.&lt;br /&gt;I used this as a form of encouragement for Blake&lt;br /&gt;who wasn't really looking forward&lt;br /&gt;to facing the "BIG" guys again!&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling him not to lose hope&lt;br /&gt;because something must have happened&lt;br /&gt;because they hadn't won a game.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned those statistics to my husband&lt;br /&gt;after Blake had headed out to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;He held back his laughter as he told me&lt;br /&gt;that in Jr. Pro football,&lt;br /&gt;they list their stats a little differently.&lt;br /&gt;THEY PUT THE LOSSES FIRST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So much for my big rallying speech for Blake.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he figured that out&lt;br /&gt;when they scored a touchdown in the first&lt;br /&gt;two minutes of the game!&lt;br /&gt;We went on to be beaten 46-6.&lt;br /&gt;They weren't thrilled to be beaten,&lt;br /&gt;but secretly, I was happy for Blake.&lt;br /&gt;If it's a blowout...&lt;br /&gt;he gets to play more.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;So, here are tons of photos, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Some of Alex and some of Blake.&lt;br /&gt;Alex had to endure a downpour&lt;br /&gt;during their half-time routine, but she did it like a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Another one down....&lt;br /&gt;three to go.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;waiting on the sidelines for his turn&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville058w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Alex showing the&lt;br /&gt;S-P-I-R-I-T!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville059w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Shania&lt;br /&gt;doing the&lt;br /&gt;Hustle cheer,&lt;br /&gt;her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville061w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;She is digging it,&lt;br /&gt;can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville064w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville068w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;attempting the spread eagle&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville072w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville075w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Alex has really started to enjoy this cheerleading thing&lt;br /&gt;Here she is flying high&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville077w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville079w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville086w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;focused&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville090w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Coach Bubba&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville104w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Getting a little help&lt;br /&gt;Get in there, Blake, Get Him!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville106w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville140w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville146-1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Not my kid...&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;This is Coach Keith with one of Blake's teammates.&lt;br /&gt;This one I played with a little...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville146w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;This is the color version.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville180w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;The rain was a little bit of a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;It kept these two from running all over the football field!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 703px; height: 469px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;The girls doing their half time routine...&lt;br /&gt;in the pouring down rain...&lt;br /&gt;now that's dedication!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville191w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville211w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville241w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville266w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Conner's usual thing to do at the games&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville271w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Blake got his chance to run with the ball...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville273w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;but boy did he pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville274w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;still going strong&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville276w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Here he is helping to block for the quarterback&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville278w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville280w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville304w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;the quarterback was in trouble&lt;br /&gt;and unexpectedly tossed Blake the ball at the last second...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville305w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;he tried to catch the wet ball...&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't to be this time...&lt;br /&gt;it resulted in a fumble.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville308w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and his team mate let him know about it.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville312w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;when all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;some are mad..&lt;br /&gt;some feel defeated...&lt;br /&gt;some still smile.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 677px; height: 450px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is not smiling...so serious looking here...&lt;br /&gt;he may not get to play much...&lt;br /&gt;but he still takes it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville320w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville322w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each practice&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of each game...&lt;br /&gt;their coach leads the team in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't be able to do that just anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;When they pray each player puts his hand on&lt;br /&gt;another players shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;That's what this moment is from.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville324w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Blake and Nana Sue&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/homecomingandnewjohnsonville325w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;She begged me all day for one of these&lt;br /&gt;after the game was over....she finally got one!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-5706214789351183263?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5706214789351183263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/moments-from-saturday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5706214789351183263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5706214789351183263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/moments-from-saturday.html' title='Moments from Saturday...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-4860246181292965363</id><published>2008-09-22T10:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:34:58.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cowboy or two....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Make that more like 4 cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday045w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;They were a pretty tough gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday056wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Especially the big one...&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone but...&lt;br /&gt;There was just something about him&lt;br /&gt; and he didn't have to steal my heart...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday056w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday016bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Two of his littlest sidekicks&lt;br /&gt;were tough guys&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't long&lt;br /&gt;before...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday058w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;one of them broke.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday059w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Don't come between this tough guy&lt;br /&gt;and his no-bake cookie&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday062w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough battle but&lt;br /&gt;after I sweet talked him a little&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday064w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and returned the cookie&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday066w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;No one got hurt and&lt;br /&gt;we came to an understanding.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday069w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell this tough guy&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;he's putty in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday070w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday073w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;His sidekick...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday077w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;well, let's just say&lt;br /&gt;I knew a fight against that one well...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday078w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;was useless!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I had him baffled&lt;br /&gt;and almost ready to surrender...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even flinch&lt;br /&gt;when he brought out the big guns&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;He soon gave in&lt;br /&gt;when he saw me pull out my biggest weapon....&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;My Camera&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday016aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday019w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday020w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday033wbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;the little one's a tough nut to crack&lt;br /&gt;he was back with more attitude than ever...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;like I said before...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;putty in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday036w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;the got especially ornery&lt;br /&gt;when their&lt;br /&gt;second in command showed up&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday038w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;after a few rounds&lt;br /&gt;with me...&lt;br /&gt;he soon gave in too....&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday039w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;he's older and wiser than the other two...&lt;br /&gt;you think he'd come up against me before!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/westernsunday040w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;After all was said and done...&lt;br /&gt;they got what they came for....&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I assure you,&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't without a fight!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Just a few photos from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We had western day at our church.&lt;br /&gt;I usually get more into it,&lt;br /&gt;Alex usually participates as well...&lt;br /&gt;but with ball pictures after church&lt;br /&gt;and a ball game the night before...&lt;br /&gt;who had the time or the energy.&lt;br /&gt;So, today...&lt;br /&gt;it's the boys...&lt;br /&gt;aren't they the most handsome&lt;br /&gt;cowboys you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-4860246181292965363?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4860246181292965363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/cowboy-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4860246181292965363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4860246181292965363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/cowboy-or-two.html' title='A Cowboy or two....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1724975659489278151</id><published>2008-09-18T20:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:19:35.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Few Moments of Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad to see the high heat and humidity&lt;br /&gt;starting to give way to the sun filled days and&lt;br /&gt;brisk, cool nights of autumn.&lt;br /&gt;I anxiously await the leaves&lt;br /&gt;slowly turning into beautiful shades&lt;br /&gt;of orange, gold, &amp;amp; red.&lt;br /&gt;The brightly colored flowers of the summer&lt;br /&gt;are traded in for the warm tones from&lt;br /&gt;fall's favorite flower, the mum&lt;br /&gt;while cornstalks are prepared to stand high&lt;br /&gt;and tower over the piles of pumpkins below...&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;before God brings all the wonderful things&lt;br /&gt;mentioned above to life...&lt;br /&gt;He gives us the last few moments of summer&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Take time to soak in every last minute.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies039w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Swinging &amp;amp; Summertime&lt;br /&gt;they just seem to go together&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies040w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and they never cease to put a smile&lt;br /&gt;on your face&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies041w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies058q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;If it's not the swingset at our house&lt;br /&gt;it's the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;and since we ARE the Conwell family&lt;br /&gt;we jump with the hulk gloves&lt;br /&gt;so that we can triple our chances of having&lt;br /&gt;some bodily injury&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 680px; height: 452px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies064w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;here proof...&lt;br /&gt;Just who else...&lt;br /&gt;Connerman&lt;br /&gt;sucker punching his brother&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies071w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;This momma didn't raise no fool.&lt;br /&gt;Carson doing what else...&lt;br /&gt;finding something to hide behind!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies059w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and just like his mom...&lt;br /&gt;Carson may take and take but one day...&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna get even.&lt;br /&gt;Carson before he settled the score!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies078w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;little feet...&lt;br /&gt;if only they would stay this little forever&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness I have my pictures&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BrothersBuddies085w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/carson009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be a kid again&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/carson012w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;This one's blurry&lt;br /&gt;but I like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/carson026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;We aren't just raising boys in this family...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/carson029w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;We are training tomorrow's superheroes!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/carson044w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;they normally revert back&lt;br /&gt;to their typical childhood behaviors..&lt;br /&gt;nose picking.&lt;br /&gt;What mother isn't cringing with me as you see this?&lt;br /&gt;Either at the nose picking or&lt;br /&gt; at the fact that instead of me stopping him&lt;br /&gt;as he reached mid knuckle...&lt;br /&gt;I was snapping a picture!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/carson047w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Sister..&lt;br /&gt;Daughter...&lt;br /&gt;one great girl&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/w-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;who these guys love&lt;br /&gt;a whole bunch!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;off to the next adventure&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008052w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008054w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Blake always has time for this little guy&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008060w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;when he's not running for his life&lt;br /&gt;from the neighborhood bully&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008021w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and after the little ones&lt;br /&gt;have had their time...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008069w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;the big guy one the block..&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 694px; height: 462px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008070w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;takes the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy this summertime favorite&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/8-13-14-2008047w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;it won't be long until&lt;br /&gt;these dog days of summer&lt;br /&gt;are behind us for good.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy each day...&lt;br /&gt;once it's gone, you never get it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1724975659489278151?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1724975659489278151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-few-moments-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1724975659489278151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1724975659489278151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-few-moments-of-summer.html' title='The Last Few Moments of Summer...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6847184730384178994</id><published>2008-09-16T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:38:40.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;how things are going with&lt;br /&gt;the slide show bids and photo sessions&lt;br /&gt;for Blake's Harvest Festival.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I have one slideshow being bid on right now.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Three photo shoots have been taken.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;That leaves one slideshow&lt;br /&gt;and three photo shoots still available.&lt;br /&gt;These will be out there until&lt;br /&gt;September 27.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say&lt;br /&gt;how much we appreciate&lt;br /&gt; the offers that have been made&lt;br /&gt;and your willingness to help.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the person who knows everyone in town&lt;br /&gt;and feels comfortable hounding every person that breathes&lt;br /&gt;to buy a ticket or give a donation.&lt;br /&gt;This is my way as a mom to feel like&lt;br /&gt;I am doing something to help my fella.&lt;br /&gt;So, I truly do appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;as does Blake.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have signed up,&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to working with you.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Talk to every one soon.&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/786811706351251369-6847184730384178994?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6847184730384178994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6847184730384178994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6847184730384178994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6098572317651715330</id><published>2008-09-13T09:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:21:27.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCING.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;Conwell Blue-Light Special!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;it is really just something special I am going to do&lt;br /&gt;to help raise money for Blake's Harvest Festival.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know by now,&lt;br /&gt;he was voted to represent his class.&lt;br /&gt;So...now...&lt;br /&gt;here I am&lt;br /&gt;trying to raise money for the school&lt;br /&gt;so that he may be crowned&lt;br /&gt;Lord help us....&lt;br /&gt;KING!!!&lt;br /&gt;It may work, it may not...&lt;br /&gt;but I'm putting it out here anyway!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I am doing 2.. small&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope&lt;/span&gt;, auctions.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The first one is (2) individual slide shows that I will put up for bid.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen any of my dvd slide shows,&lt;br /&gt;you may want to follow the link to&lt;br /&gt;my slide show collection on the right side of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Once there...&lt;br /&gt;you can view all of the slide shows&lt;br /&gt;I have done it the past.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing this about 2 years&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell which ones were my first&lt;br /&gt;when you go to view them.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Each slide show&lt;br /&gt;will have a minimum bid of $35.00.&lt;br /&gt;The bidding will start today, September 14th&lt;br /&gt;and end Saturday, September 27th at 5:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The specifics that you need to know...&lt;br /&gt;The more mega pixels in the images you provide,&lt;br /&gt;the better quality they appear on the show.&lt;br /&gt;All digital images must be burned to a cd so that&lt;br /&gt;I may be able to easily load them&lt;br /&gt;into my slide show program.&lt;br /&gt;I can use older photographs,&lt;br /&gt;but they will need to be scanned&lt;br /&gt;and burned to a cd as well.&lt;br /&gt;Scanned images may be somewhat blurry.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The slide show can consist of no more than 250 slides.&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the 250 slides are pictures;&lt;br /&gt;however, in order to make the slide show a good one,&lt;br /&gt;I like to add special touches here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Things such as quotes, poetry, and different transitions,&lt;br /&gt;make the slide show come to life;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, I reserve the right&lt;br /&gt;to make all creative edits to the video that I see fit.&lt;br /&gt;I do not guarantee that all photographs you provide&lt;br /&gt;will be used in the slide show.&lt;br /&gt;I want to use those most special to you,&lt;br /&gt;but I also want to tell your story&lt;br /&gt;in the best way possible.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes certain photographs&lt;br /&gt;tell the story more so than others.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Music sets the tone for my slide shows.&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that a mix of&lt;br /&gt;light hearted music and&lt;br /&gt;something more serious or touching&lt;br /&gt;makes a good mix.&lt;br /&gt;As a parent,&lt;br /&gt;when doing shows for my children&lt;br /&gt;there are some upbeat songs&lt;br /&gt;that truly capture my child's personality.&lt;br /&gt;For instance,&lt;br /&gt;one of my song's for Conner latest show is&lt;br /&gt;"Cause He's Got Personality".&lt;br /&gt;If you know Conner,&lt;br /&gt;you know that song says it all.&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorites for Alex's 10th birthday slide show&lt;br /&gt;was "My Little Girl" by Tim McGraw.&lt;br /&gt;A little slower, some may say, a tearjerker&lt;br /&gt;but it is truly a song that expressed&lt;br /&gt;what Jimmy and I felt in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I have an pretty extensive music collection&lt;br /&gt;and I would love to find&lt;br /&gt;the perfect song to tell&lt;br /&gt;the story of the person in the photographs.&lt;br /&gt;If you have suggestions,&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to use those.&lt;br /&gt;With one slide show that I did&lt;br /&gt;for a 50th wedding anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;each of the couples 5 children chose a song.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless which way you go,&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to make it all come together.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I do love to get to know the person&lt;br /&gt;I am making my slide shows  for&lt;br /&gt;so I will have a questionnaire&lt;br /&gt;for you to fill out to help me&lt;br /&gt;get to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;These slide shows become&lt;br /&gt;a personal project for me&lt;br /&gt;and by the time I am done,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I truly know&lt;br /&gt;the person it is about.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My slide shows vary in length&lt;br /&gt;but usually average 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I will use whatever length of time I need&lt;br /&gt;to present your photographs &amp;amp; your story.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it rushed.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions,&lt;br /&gt;feel free to email me&lt;br /&gt;and I will do my best to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I hope to do is a&lt;br /&gt;"small" fall photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT a professional photographer.&lt;br /&gt;Photography is my hobby.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of photographs through out my blog,&lt;br /&gt;feel free to look at these photographs.&lt;br /&gt;I like to do things from a different perspective sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;my style is NOT Sears style,&lt;br /&gt;it's more personal.&lt;br /&gt;if you think you would be interested in this&lt;br /&gt;type of fall photograph for your child,&lt;br /&gt;here are the details...&lt;br /&gt;The shoot will have to be shot&lt;br /&gt;once the leaves have started to fall.&lt;br /&gt;All sessions will be outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;Though I prefer to shoot&lt;br /&gt;older children,&lt;br /&gt;I will do&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;These will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIVIDUAL&lt;/span&gt; portraits&lt;br /&gt;consisting of&lt;br /&gt;(1) 8x10 or (2) 5x7&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;(8) wallets&lt;br /&gt;price&lt;br /&gt;$25.00&lt;br /&gt;I will only do 6 portrait sessions.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer these all be individual portraits but&lt;br /&gt;if my arm was twisted,&lt;br /&gt;would probably do a group photo&lt;br /&gt;of no more than three children,&lt;br /&gt;for an additional $5.00 per extra person.&lt;br /&gt;These photos will most likely be taken at my home&lt;br /&gt;with an outdoor scene that I will set up there.&lt;br /&gt;However, If i find a nearby location that works better&lt;br /&gt;it could be changed.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;If you think you would be interested,&lt;br /&gt;send me an email&lt;br /&gt;the deadline is the same as stated above&lt;br /&gt;for the slide shows.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;If you have any other questions,&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to ask.&lt;br /&gt;This is something I have chosen to take on&lt;br /&gt;to show support for my son,&lt;br /&gt;and his elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested&lt;br /&gt;or know someone else that might be,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know in advance&lt;br /&gt;that my family and I&lt;br /&gt;as well as&lt;br /&gt;the elementary school appreciate your help!&lt;br /&gt;I'll look forward to hearing from you.&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/786811706351251369-6098572317651715330?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6098572317651715330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6098572317651715330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6098572317651715330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing.html' title='INTRODUCING.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-4144589302593408297</id><published>2008-09-11T11:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:55:57.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Victims &amp; Survivors of 9/11/01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been over a week since I have posted here.&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy... and sick.&lt;br /&gt;However, today, I felt as if I must do something...&lt;br /&gt;say something...&lt;br /&gt;about a day that forever changed my life and...&lt;br /&gt;the life of everyone who is an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I searched for words, I realized I really couldn't&lt;br /&gt;find the words to express what this day was all about.&lt;br /&gt;So, I can upon this.&lt;br /&gt;It serves to remind me&lt;br /&gt;that God has placed us all on this earth&lt;br /&gt;for a reason, a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;We do not know how long he has given us&lt;br /&gt;but we should live our life as if today is our last.&lt;br /&gt;This man's story is a true testament to that...&lt;br /&gt;meet Adam Mayblum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Story of Adam Mayblum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a Survivor at the World Trade Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Adam Mayblum. I am alive today. I am committing this to "paper" so I never forget. SO WE NEVER FORGET. I am sure that this is one of thousands of stories that will emerge over the next several days and weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I arrived as usual a little before 8am. My office was on the 87th floor of 1World Trade Center, AKA: Tower 1, AKA: the North Tower. Most of my associates were in by 8:30m. We were standing around, joking around, eating breakfast, checking emails, and getting set for the day when the first plane hit just a few stories above us. I must stress that we did not know that it was a plane. The building lurched violently and shook as if it were an earthquake.People screamed. I watched out my window as the building seemed to move 10 to 20 feet in each direction. It rumbled and shook long enough for me to get my wits about myself and grab a co-worker and seek shelter under a doorway. Light fixtures and parts of the ceiling collapsed. The kitchen was destroyed. We were certain that it was a bomb. We looked out the windows. Reams of paper were flying everywhere, like a ticker tape parade. I looked down at the street. I could see people in Battery Park City looking up. Smoke started billowing in through the holes in the ceiling. I believe that there were 13 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We did not panic. I can only assume that we thought that the worst was over. The building was standing and we were shaken but alive. We checked the halls. The smoke was thick and white and did not smell like I imagined smoke should smell. Not like your BBQ or your fireplace or even a bonfire. The phones were working. My wife had taken our 9 month old for his check up. I called my nanny at home and told her to page my wife, tell her that a bomb went off, I was ok, and on my way out. I grabbed my laptop. Took off my tee shirt and ripped it into 3 pieces. Soaked it in water. Gave 2 pieces to my friends. Tied my piece around my face to act as an air filter. And we all started moving to the staircase. One of my dearest friends said that he was staying until the police or firemen came to get him. In the halls there were tiny fires and sparks. The ceiling had collapsed in the men's bathroom. It was gone along with anyone who may have been in there. We did not go in to look. We missed the staircase on the first run and had to double back. Once in the staircase we picked up fire extinguishers just incase. On the 85th floor a brave associate of mine and I headed back up to our office to drag out my partner who stayed behind. There was no air, just white smoke. We made the rounds through the office calling his name. No response. He must have succumbed to the smoke. We left defeated in our efforts and made our way back to the stairwell. We proceeded to the 78th floor where we had to change over to a different stairwell. 78 is the main junction to switch to the upper floors. I expected to see more people. There were some 50 to 60 more. Not enough. Wires and fires all over the place. Smoke too. A brave man was fighting a fire with the emergency hose. I stopped with to friends to make sure that everyone from our office was accounted for. We ushered them and confused people into the stairwell. In retrospect, I recall seeing Harry, my head trader, doing the same several yards behind me. I am only 35. I have known him for over 14 years. I headed into the stairwell with 2 friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were moving down very orderly in Stair Case A. very slowly. No panic. At least not overt panic. My legs could not stop shaking. My heart was pounding. Some nervous jokes and laughter. I made a crack about ruining a brand new pair of Merrells. Even still, they were right, my feet felt great. We all laughed. We checked our cell phones. Surprisingly, there was a very good signal, but the Sprint network was jammed. I heard that the Blackberry 2-way email devices worked perfectly. On the phones, 1 out of 20 dial attempts got through. I knew I could not reach my wife so I called my parents. I told them what happened and that we were all okay and on the way down. Soon, my sister in law reached me. I told her we were fine and moving down. I believe that was about the 65th floor. We were bored and nervous. I called my friend Angel in San Francisco. I knew he would be watching. He was amazed I was on the phone. He told me to get out that there was another plane on its way. I did not know what he was talking about. By now the second plane had struck Tower 2. We were so deep into the middle of our building that we did not hear or feel anything. We had no idea what was really going on. We kept making way for wounded to go down ahead of us. Not many of them, just a few. No one seemed seriously wounded. Just some cuts and scrapes. Everyone cooperated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone was a hero yesterday. No questions asked. I had co-workers in another office on the 77th floor. I tried dozens of times to get them on their cell phones or office lines. It was futile. Later I found that they were alive. One of the many miracles on a day of tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the 53rd floor we came across a very heavyset man sitting on the stairs. I asked if he needed help or was he just resting. He needed help. I knew I would have trouble carrying him because I have a very bad back. But my friend and I offered anyway. We told him he could lean on us. He hesitated, I don't know why. I said do you want to come or do you want us to send help for you. He chose for help. I told him he was on the 53rd floor in Stairwell A and that's what I would tell the rescue workers. He said okay and we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the 44th floor my phone rang again. It was my parents. They were hysterical. I said relax, I'm fine. My father said get out, there is third plane coming. I still did not understand. I was kind of angry. What did my parents think? Like I needed some other reason to get going? I couldn't move the thousand people in front of me any faster. I know they love me, but no one inside understood what the situation really was. My parents did. Starting around this floor the firemen, policemen, WTC K-9 units without the dogs, anyone with a badge, started coming up as we were heading down. I stopped a lot of them and told them about the man on 53 and my friend on 87. I later felt terrible about this. They headed up to find those people and met death instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the 33rd floor I spoke with a man who somehow new most of the details. He said 2 small planes hit the building. Now we all started talking about which terrorist group it was. Was it an internal organization or an external one? The overwhelming but uninformed opinion was Islamic Fanatics. Regardless, we now knew that it was not a bomb and there were potentially more planes coming. We understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the 3rd floor the lights went out and we heard &amp;amp; felt this rumbling coming towards us from above. I thought the staircase was collapsing upon itself. It was 10am now and that was Tower 2 collapsing next door. We did not know that. Someone had a flashlight. We passed it forward and left the stairwell and headed down a dark and cramped corridor to an exit. We could not see at all. I recommended that everyone place a hand on the shoulder of the person in front of them and call out if they hit an obstacle so others would know to avoid it. They did. It worked perfectly. We reached another stairwell and saw a female officer emerge soaking wet and covered in soot. She said we could not go that way it was blocked. Go up to 4 and use the other exit. Just as we started up she said it was ok to go down instead. There was water everywhere. I called out for hands on shoulders again and she said that was a great idea. She stayed behind instructing people to do that. I do not know what happened to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We emerged into an enormous room. It was light but filled with smoke. I commented to a friend that it must be under construction. Then we realized where we were. It was the second floor. The one that overlooks the lobby. We were ushered out into the courtyard, the one where the fountain used to be. My first thought was of a TV movie I saw once about nuclear winter and fallout. I could not understand where all of the debris came from. There was at least five inches of this gray pasty dusty drywall soot on the ground as well as a thickness of it in the air. Twisted steel and wires. I heard there were bodies and body parts as well, but I did not look. It was bad enough. We hid under the remaining overhangs and moved out to the street. We were told to keep walking towards Houston Street. The odd thing is that there were very few rescue workers around. Less than five. They all must have been trapped under the debris when Tower 2 fell. We did not know that and could not understand where all of that debris came from. It was just my friend Kern and I now. We were hugging but sad. We felt certain that most of our friends ahead of us died and we knew no one behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We came upon a post office several blocks away. We stopped and looked up. Our building, exactly where our office is (was), was engulfed in flame and smoke. A postal worker said that Tower 2 had fallen down. I looked again and sure enough it was gone. My heart was racing. We kept trying to call our families. I could not get in touch with my wife. Finally I got through to my parents. Relived is not the word to explain their feelings. They got through to my wife, thank God and let her know I was alive. We sat down. A girl on a bike offered us some water. Just as she took the cap off her bottle we heard a rumble. We looked up and our building, Tower 1collapsed. I did not note the time but I am told it was 10:30am. We had been out less than 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were mourning our lost friends, particularly the one who stayed in the office as we were now sure that he had perished. We started walking towards Union Square. I was going to Beth Israel Medical Center to be looked at. We stopped to hear the President speaking on the radio. My phone rang. It was my wife. I think I fell to my knees crying when I heard her voice. Then she told me the most incredible thing. My partner who had stayed behind called her. He was alive and well. I guess we just lost him in the commotion. We started jumping and hugging and shouting. I told my wife that my brother had arranged for a hotel in midtown. He can be very resourceful in that way. I told her I would call her from there. My brother and I managed to get a gypsy cab to take us home to Westchester instead. I cried on my son and held my wife until I fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As it turns out my partner, the one who I thought had stayed behind was behind us with Harry Ramos, our head trader. This is now second-hand information. They came upon Victor, the heavyset man on the 53rd floor. They helped him. He could barely move. My partner bravely/stupidly tested the elevator on the 52nd floor. He rode it down to the sky lobby on 44. The doors opened, it was fine. He rode it back up and got Harry and Victor. I don't yet know if anyone else joined them. Once on 44 they made their way back into the stairwell. Someplace around the 39th to 36th floors they felt the same rumble I felt on the 3rd floor. It was 10am and Tower 2 was coming down. They had about 30 minutes to get out. Victor said he could no longer move. They offered to have him lean on them. He said he couldn't do it. My partner hollered at him to sit on his butt and schooch down the steps. He said he was not capable of doing it. Harry told my partner to go ahead of them. Harry had once had a heart attack and was worried about this mans heart. It was his nature to be this way. He was/is one of the kindest people I know. He would not leave a man behind. My partner went ahead and made it out. He said he was out maybe 10 minutes before the building came down. This means that Harry had maybe 25 minutes to move Victor 36 floors. I guess they moved 1 floor every 1.5 minutes. Just a guess. This means Harry wad around the 20th floor when the building collapsed. As of now 12 of 13 people are accounted for. As of 6pm yesterday his wife had not heard from him. I fear that Harry is lost. However, a short while ago I heard that he may be alive. Apparently there is a web site with survivor names on it and his name appears there. Unfortunately, Ramos is not an uncommon name in New York. Pray for him and all those like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With regards to the firemen heading upstairs, I realize that they were going up anyway. But, it hurts to know that I may have made them move quicker to find my friend. Rationally, I know this is not true and that I am not the responsible one. The responsible ones are in hiding somewhere on this planet and damn them for making me feel like this. But they should know that they failed in terrorizing us. We were calm. Those men and women that went up were heroes in the face of it all. They must have known what was going on and they did their jobs. Ordinary people were heroes too. Today the images that people around the world equate with power and democracy are gone but "America" is not an image it is a concept. That concept is only strengthened by our pulling together as a team. If you want to kill us, leave us alone because we will do it by ourselves. If you want to make us stronger, attack and we unite. This is the ultimate failure of terrorism against The United States and the ultimate price we pay to be free, to decide where we want to work, what we want to eat, and when &amp;amp; where we want to go on vacation. The very moment the first plane was hijacked, democracy won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxJiiWo0JbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxJiiWo0JbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to think about the video...&lt;br /&gt;There is someone who loves you&lt;br /&gt;Think about where you will spend eternity&lt;br /&gt;Remember tomorrow is a gift...&lt;br /&gt;not a guarantee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-4144589302593408297?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4144589302593408297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering-victims-survivors-of-91101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4144589302593408297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4144589302593408297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering-victims-survivors-of-91101.html' title='Remembering the Victims &amp; Survivors of 9/11/01'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7463408545038893067</id><published>2008-09-02T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:15:38.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;of the&lt;br /&gt;Jr. Pro Football season&lt;br /&gt;was a big thing in the Conwell household.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame010w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;finally had her everything she needed to&lt;br /&gt;sport the true cheerleader look.&lt;br /&gt;We ALL know how important that is;)&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Blake finally received his REAL jersey&lt;br /&gt;complete with the big&lt;br /&gt;Conwell name on the back of it!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame011w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;They were quite proud of the new "STYLE" they were workin'&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame028w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Can't you tell by the&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;Blake is giving in this photo?&lt;br /&gt;Is he tough or what ?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame012w_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Miss Thang&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like this photo,&lt;br /&gt;but I do,&lt;br /&gt;and since the address has my name in it....&lt;br /&gt;do I really have to finish that phrase?!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame020w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like seeing&lt;br /&gt;the Conwell name&lt;br /&gt;in white and green.&lt;br /&gt;He was quite proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame023w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame013w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Smiles started to fade&lt;br /&gt;which signaled the end of this photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame024w_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;One more for the road&lt;br /&gt;with the ol' black &amp;amp; white treatment&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/footballgame019w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I had to fight them to get this one.&lt;br /&gt;There are so-o not into the showing that they care these days.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;they do care...&lt;br /&gt;they probably secretly wish sometimes they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;This night was great for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;They both enjoyed what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;They both had moments to shine while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;They were both given some praise for a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;and now....&lt;br /&gt;they are ready to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and we will....&lt;br /&gt;this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;With all the cheerleader enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;I can muster...&lt;br /&gt;and while doing my best cheerleader high kick...&lt;br /&gt;I say....&lt;br /&gt;GO IRISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some---bo--dy   call--- the---   am--bul---ance....&lt;br /&gt;I've pulled a muscle I never knew I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7463408545038893067?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7463408545038893067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7463408545038893067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7463408545038893067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-2.html' title='Week 2-'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-5413555606508456011</id><published>2008-08-29T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:47:09.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the Campaign Trail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no Obama...&lt;br /&gt;no McCain...&lt;br /&gt;Just Alex throwing her hat into the ring&lt;br /&gt;to be her 6th grade class's&lt;br /&gt;Student Class Representative.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;She is the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know what can happen...&lt;br /&gt;if you never try.&lt;br /&gt;That's what we have been trying to teach her along the way.&lt;br /&gt;She has two opponents that I know of,&lt;br /&gt;both are certainly more well known,&lt;br /&gt;(especially since she has been out of school the last two years),&lt;br /&gt;one is the popular one, the one who typically stands out in a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;the other, I don't know that well,&lt;br /&gt;but from all accounts I have heard,&lt;br /&gt;is a sweet, yet spunky, opponent.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;How will it turn out?&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows...&lt;br /&gt;but one things for sure&lt;br /&gt;she would never know...&lt;br /&gt;unless she tried.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in her.&lt;br /&gt;I know she has good heart&lt;br /&gt;who looks out for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;not just the priviledged and the popular.&lt;br /&gt;After all, she's had her share of rough spots&lt;br /&gt;to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you, Alex,&lt;br /&gt;for being willing to jump in and take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;You are so much braver than I ever was.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly respect you for that.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you win or you lose&lt;br /&gt;come September 2nd,&lt;br /&gt;you are ALWAYS  a winner in our book,&lt;br /&gt;and there is ALWAYS next year!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;We spent last night coming up with ideas for posters that she liked...&lt;br /&gt;here's what we came up with.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AlexClassRepRace002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;a few treats we had for handing out to her class...&lt;br /&gt;Blow-Pop Suckers&lt;br /&gt;with the phrases...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AlexClassRepRace007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~~~&lt;br /&gt;on one side&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AlexClassRepRace006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;on the other&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AlexClassRepRace004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I was so temped to try and get her set up&lt;br /&gt;with a milk moustache for this&lt;br /&gt;but as you can see from the look on her face...&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't going there!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AlexClassRepRace005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;is she beautiful or what?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AlexClassRepRace008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Another treat...&lt;br /&gt;can you guess the name of the candy?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite poster...&lt;br /&gt;in case you can't tell by that smile on her face!&lt;br /&gt;I was quite proud of that guitar...&lt;br /&gt;but Vincent Van Gogh need not worry...&lt;br /&gt;his legacy will remain in tact!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AlexClassRepRace009w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;one last sweet treat...&lt;br /&gt;Hershey's Bar.&lt;br /&gt;She IS very creative, always thinking out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;She IS very caring, going out of her way to help those that others won't.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;She IS very courageous.  &lt;br /&gt;don't know if I could've walked back into school this year,&lt;br /&gt;with my head held high like she did.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;Sis,&lt;br /&gt;you make us very proud!&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-5413555606508456011?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5413555606508456011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/hitting-campaign-trail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5413555606508456011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5413555606508456011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/hitting-campaign-trail.html' title='Hitting the Campaign Trail...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8224923377693036816</id><published>2008-08-28T10:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:20:58.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in Tennessee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and up to NO-O-O good.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a country song&lt;br /&gt;of a similar title.&lt;br /&gt;This song however...&lt;br /&gt;is not about some country girl...&lt;br /&gt;it's about....&lt;br /&gt;one ornery big brother&lt;br /&gt;named....&lt;br /&gt;Conner.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rewind to 24 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in the living room chair&lt;br /&gt;I hear a little voice quietly whispering,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Carson,..... psst, Hey Carson,  come here."&lt;br /&gt;That would be the voice of...&lt;br /&gt;Who else...&lt;br /&gt;Conner!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the sneakiness if about...&lt;br /&gt;but decide to give it a second.&lt;br /&gt;Carson makes his way to Conner...&lt;br /&gt;and after a few seconds, I hear a door shut,&lt;br /&gt;I realize they are in Alex's room...&lt;br /&gt;door shut...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;my mind knows...&lt;br /&gt;somebody's up to no good all right!&lt;br /&gt;After me calling several times&lt;br /&gt;for them to get out of Alex's room,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly hear another little voice...&lt;br /&gt;a very unhappy voice...&lt;br /&gt;it's Carson...&lt;br /&gt;"I AM NOT A GIRL... Conner,... I am NOT a girl!"&lt;br /&gt;then I see this....&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;You know me...&lt;br /&gt;I always have the camera at the ready!&lt;br /&gt;While I shoot a couple of quick shots...&lt;br /&gt;Carson continues...&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like skirts...I DON'T like skirts!!"&lt;br /&gt;Granted he's not wearing the full get up...&lt;br /&gt;just the shirt and the bloomers...&lt;br /&gt;but he is NOT happy...just the same.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys002w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Then I turn my head to see this face.&lt;br /&gt;Just with that smile...&lt;br /&gt;he is saying yes..&lt;br /&gt;I did it...&lt;br /&gt;and I am proud of myself for it!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would use my&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Phil psychology on him.&lt;br /&gt;I explained how Carson did not appreciate him doing that...&lt;br /&gt;that he was a BOY...&lt;br /&gt;and boys don't dress like girls.&lt;br /&gt;I then proceded to tell him&lt;br /&gt;that he could see how Carson felt by putting the clothes on himself.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;this IS Conner we are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;All previous attempts at reverse psychology have failed on this kid.&lt;br /&gt;see below...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys013w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Does that look like a kid who cares about reverse psychology?!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys014w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;How dare he mock me as I snap yet another picture...&lt;br /&gt;and try to keep myself composed.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this is one behavior I do NOT want to encourage!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;He actually seemed so amused at himself&lt;br /&gt;so much so...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys021w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;that he thought he would take it one step further....&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys023w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and add the perfect finishing touch...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BoyswillbeBoys024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;the hair ribbon to go with it!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;So much for punishment...&lt;br /&gt;he thought he was&lt;br /&gt;a headliner on&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;Blue Collar Comedy Tour.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Phil's calling me back on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the picture quality&lt;br /&gt;in the next couple of posts.&lt;br /&gt;He had me so torn up,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to change my camera settings!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/786811706351251369-8224923377693036816?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8224923377693036816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/down-in-tennessee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link 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Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, that's my job.&lt;br /&gt;Who says stay at home mothers&lt;br /&gt;don't have an impact on the world.&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt; just moments ago&lt;br /&gt;I had the most important conversation with my three year old.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a weenie, Momma?" Carson asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Carson, I don't." After composing myself, "Why are you asking?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you have a booty!!hee-hee!!" Carson replied.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;What would I do each day without knowing I am responsible for answering&lt;br /&gt;the world's most earth shattering questions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have your dream job, I'll keep mine!&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/786811706351251369-2909654287464502123?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2909654287464502123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/answering-worlds-most-important.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2909654287464502123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2909654287464502123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/answering-worlds-most-important.html' title='Answering the World&apos;s Most Important Questions...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6470104344686832655</id><published>2008-08-25T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:26:00.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;has dawned for this little man.&lt;br /&gt;He is living the life.&lt;br /&gt;This was his expression when the answer was "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;to his request for pop corn AND ice cream for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson128w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's the look of shock!&lt;br /&gt;When two of your siblings are now gone everyday of the week,&lt;br /&gt;and your closest sibling, who is your buddy, is now gone on&lt;br /&gt;Mondays &amp;amp; Thursdays,&lt;br /&gt;well, lets just say....&lt;br /&gt;the world is your oyster..&lt;br /&gt;or should I say popcorn and peanuts!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 686px; height: 457px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson112w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;What kind of lunch is that for a kid?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone call his parents!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson109w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he was still smiling in disbelief as he ate til his little heart was content&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson105w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson119w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson120w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;He was eating by handfuls at a time...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson121w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson127w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Cookies &amp;amp; Cream&lt;br /&gt;his flavor of choice...&lt;br /&gt;through the fuzziness&lt;br /&gt;do you notice that little mischievous&lt;br /&gt;looking guy in the background?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson115w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;He kept that look on his face for a while..&lt;br /&gt;He really thought he was getting away with something!&lt;br /&gt;`~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson129w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;His expression suddenly turned serious&lt;br /&gt;when he saw our black Durango coming down the road.&lt;br /&gt;I think he thought it was the gang returning to spoil his fun.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson124w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;However, it was only Daddy returning from his errand...&lt;br /&gt;so the fun continued(s)!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;WE NOW INTERRUPT THIS BLOG POST&lt;br /&gt;WITH A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is to inform you that this child was not harmed during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the taking of these photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was given a "REAL" lunch afterwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's nice to just break the norm with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;Now that most of mine are out of the house during the week,&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have just one little one left at home.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the smallest rules, like this one, can be broken,&lt;br /&gt;After all, you're only a kid once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-6470104344686832655?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6470104344686832655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6470104344686832655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6470104344686832655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-day.html' title='A New Day...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-5565853097131261847</id><published>2008-08-20T00:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:16:54.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Madness has taken over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football089w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here he is again...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The newest football player to hit the field.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Much to our surprise &amp;amp; dismay,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;we weren't the only ones thinking of him this past Saturday&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;as he faced his first scrimmage game.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This wasn't the only Blake fan in the stands either!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh my, though she is a cutie and a sweetheart, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am NOT ready for this!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nor is he!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football034w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The team gathered on the field,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but he sat out the first few downs.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He is the one with the name Hughes on the jersey&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;since his hadn't come in yet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football040w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they called his number...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank God for the knee pads&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;because I know his knees were knockin'!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football037w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Uh-oh...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I braced myself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football038w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;so did he.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He popped right back up for a couple more plays&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;like nothing ever happened.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football116w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then this rookie stood on the sidelines for a while&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football115w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and waited...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football117w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and watched&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football104w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Would he get another chance?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football104w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football112w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Some of biggest fans waited patiently&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;well, most of the time anyway!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football080w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Finally, the rookie was given another chance.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football071w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He seemed more confident the second time around.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Who knows if it was the fact that he now knew what to expect or...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football072w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;or he knew his parents were there for him...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football048w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;as well as this little guy....&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football073w.jpg" /&gt; ~~~&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I believe it could've had a little something to do &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;with the new cheerleaders he suddenly had on his side!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football074w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes, I believe that is the most reasonable explanation!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football058w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Walker , his cousin &amp;amp; buddy,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;waited around after his game was over&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to cheer him on.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football076w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;One last run,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and it all comes to an end.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football119w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The gang makes it's way to the sidelines.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football084w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;This rookie has had a lot to learn.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;There has been more to it than he expected but...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a high five from one of the coaches....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football085w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a pat on the back...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football095w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a little refreshment...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football095w2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football136w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;amp; a few moments with his buddy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and he was ready to do it again!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football148w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;this new opponent&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;was a little more experienced...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football149w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but with a little help from&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Walker, Alex, Kara, &amp;amp; Conner...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football150w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;their opponent was brought &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to his old, worn out, torn up knees...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but all with a smile!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football157w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It looks like turning 10 means a lot of new things for Blake.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Some things we are ready for...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;some things we know we have a little time to adjust to...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;some things I will never be ready for...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, I guess, once again, it's all about the changes &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that are inevitable in a child's life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and the struggle I deal with as a parent&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to love them as much as possible...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;cheer them on through the victories as well as the defeats...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and prepare them to face each new phase of life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the way God would want them to.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am so proud of his guy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;just in case you didn't know!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love you tough guy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;There will be more to come.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;First game is this Saturday.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alex will be cheering her first Jr. Pro football game&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;another first for the Conwell clan!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;You can bet I will be there&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;camera in hand to capture it all!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have a good humpday.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-5565853097131261847?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5565853097131261847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/football-madness-has-taken-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5565853097131261847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5565853097131261847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/football-madness-has-taken-over.html' title='Football Madness has taken over!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7127356314197161457</id><published>2008-08-19T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:55:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOOTBALL TIME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the Conwell Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/football089bWEB.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7127356314197161457?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7127356314197161457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7127356314197161457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7127356314197161457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/it.html' title='It&apos;s...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-5923308678364940898</id><published>2008-08-09T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:53:57.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Carson's photo taking session&lt;br /&gt; for his third birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that after the ones we took first that day,&lt;br /&gt;the ones with the tricycle...&lt;br /&gt;everything was a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;This guy didn't want to cooperate...&lt;br /&gt;we had trouble getting the car out of the sand at the creek...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;it was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;None the less,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to play with them a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing left to lose.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my hand at adding more textures&lt;br /&gt;and messing with some other vintage styles.&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, Mr. Carson Reilly&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot067w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot073w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot077w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot050w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;These were taken in the wrong spot along the creek...&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy pulled in there, so I tried to make it work &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;   we paid for it when we went to move to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, we never got there!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot084w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say&lt;br /&gt;if I had the idea&lt;br /&gt;" A Coke and a Smile"&lt;br /&gt;in mind,&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot102w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;for the majority of the time...&lt;br /&gt;Carson was not feeling it!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot104Wf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot052w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot105w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;If Coke didn't work...&lt;br /&gt;maybe a blow pop will do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot053wf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot108w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got the car out of the sand...&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy was running late for work.&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to get Carson toward the car...&lt;br /&gt;it figures...&lt;br /&gt;the perfect spot of lighting...&lt;br /&gt;no time to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I got one.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to take what you can get!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-5923308678364940898?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5923308678364940898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5923308678364940898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/5923308678364940898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/more.html' title='More...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7250490872932978125</id><published>2008-08-09T11:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:08:00.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Nothing major to post today...&lt;br /&gt;With three monkeys running around doing flips,&lt;br /&gt;and one drama queen, Paula Deen wanna be&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to oversee her&lt;br /&gt;while she bakes a birthday cake for someone special,&lt;br /&gt;who has time to think about this crazy blog.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Just a few photos of some of the beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;we've been enjoying at our house this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunflowers in bloom...&lt;br /&gt;Each of the kids were given a seed&lt;br /&gt;to plant from our visit to&lt;br /&gt;Christian Way Farms in June.&lt;br /&gt;Blake has cared for these daily and&lt;br /&gt;was thrilled at the sight of he first bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson031w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My flowers I received for my anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson029w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My Pretty Purple Petunias&lt;br /&gt;a summer favorite around here.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson016w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/naturefootbalcarson024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;one last photo&lt;br /&gt;from my anniversary flowers.&lt;br /&gt;It is a carnation.&lt;br /&gt;Not my favorite flower...&lt;br /&gt;not usually appreciated for its beauty...&lt;br /&gt;until today.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at this photo&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7250490872932978125?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7250490872932978125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-maj0r-to-post-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7250490872932978125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7250490872932978125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-maj0r-to-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1597517604407756305</id><published>2008-08-06T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:14:11.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;~Jimmy~&lt;br /&gt;that is the number of years that we have been married as of today.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if we have just started our life together,&lt;br /&gt;yet...&lt;br /&gt;here we are...&lt;br /&gt;14 years and four wonderful kids later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/_MG_5051blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Each and every year has brought about&lt;br /&gt;something new to challenge us...&lt;br /&gt;something new to learn about each other...&lt;br /&gt;something new to fill my heart to overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9375-1_filteredblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Each and every trial...&lt;br /&gt;Each and every tribulation endured...&lt;br /&gt;Each and every blessing...&lt;br /&gt;those both little and small...&lt;br /&gt;have only reminded me that...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9358blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;when I laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;some 17 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;I truly did find the&lt;br /&gt;Love of my Life.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9417blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Honey,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the husband&lt;br /&gt;that loves me in spite of my faults...&lt;br /&gt;praises me to encourage my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; still stands beside me through&lt;br /&gt;everything that this crazy life throws my way.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/IMG_9440_filteredblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine spending this life with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 14th Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;~Love you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1597517604407756305?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1597517604407756305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1597517604407756305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1597517604407756305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/14.html' title='14...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-2520161240684150441</id><published>2008-08-05T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:13:02.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm having too many of them lately.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it enough that I have already experienced&lt;br /&gt;kindergarten all over again with Alex &amp;amp; Blake&lt;br /&gt;upon them returning to school last week?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that I found myself&lt;br /&gt;having to deal with another Mommy Moment&lt;br /&gt;when on Monday&lt;br /&gt;My Sweetheart...&lt;br /&gt;My Brown Eyed Boy...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool006w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My Little Rascal...&lt;br /&gt;started a new world called...&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;Pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;On Mondays &amp;amp; Fridays....&lt;br /&gt;I think I am ok with this?!!!?&lt;br /&gt;I did it with Alex &amp;amp; Blake&lt;br /&gt;and I survived ok.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem harder this time around?&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I know that it is a sign that he is growing up....&lt;br /&gt;maybe I know what I am missing...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just a momma.&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;He has battled speech problems&lt;br /&gt;and our prayer is that the doctors/speech therapists&lt;br /&gt;are right.&lt;br /&gt;That spending time with more kids his age&lt;br /&gt;will help with his articulation issues.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt that he has some good little buddies&lt;br /&gt;to play with.&lt;br /&gt;In fact...&lt;br /&gt;though he was a little unsure before getting there&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool004w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool010w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;He was excited as could be&lt;br /&gt;when he arrived there and&lt;br /&gt;saw some familiar faces from his&lt;br /&gt;t-ball team.&lt;br /&gt;He begged Jimmy to allow him to stay longer&lt;br /&gt;so he could play musical chairs again, again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool013w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;We must take the time to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool026w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LAUGH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ConnerGoestoPreschool019w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;savour every minute as a Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;the moments...&lt;br /&gt;the ones that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; matter.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-2520161240684150441?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2520161240684150441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/mommy-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2520161240684150441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2520161240684150441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/mommy-moments.html' title='Mommy Moments...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-5113580960709085378</id><published>2008-08-05T11:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:17:22.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always something more to be learned in....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;Marriage.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;On August 6th, &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;Jimmy and I will celebrate our 14th wedding anniversary.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;After fourteen years,&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;the newness has worn off...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;we've gotten to know each other...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;the good &amp;amp; the bad...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;we still don't agree on everything...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;the pet peeves that drove me crazy as newlyweds...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;still drive me crazy...and then some!&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;BUT&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;everything worth having and fighting for...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;has obstacles you have to face.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;When you love someone and start a life with them&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;there isn't a guarantee you are given that says &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;Life will be all rainbows and roses.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;So often today people aren't willing to fight for their marriage&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;all too often they just throw it away when the going gets tough. &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;I have spent almost 14 years with a wonderful man&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;and I can't wait for 14 more.  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;I just received an e-mail about a new movie coming out next month.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;It's from the creators of the "Facing the Giants", &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;a wonderful movie with a great message,&lt;br /&gt;it's one of my all time favorites.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;This time, they are not tackling football &amp;amp; giants, but marriage.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;It looks to be a movie that all of us that are married can benefit from.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;I have posted link to the trailer for you to view.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on the movie title below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;If you are married,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you take the time to see the movie...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIREHOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="492" height="591"&gt;for you, your husband, &amp;amp; your family.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-5113580960709085378?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5113580960709085378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-always-something-more-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Does this look like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a three year old to you?&lt;br /&gt;Me, either!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Whether I am ready for him&lt;br /&gt;to be three years old or not,&lt;br /&gt;the fact remains he is.&lt;br /&gt;Time has flown by&lt;br /&gt;and I must say I am trying to deny the fact&lt;br /&gt;that another year has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Three...&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean to be a three year old boy?&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;for this three year old little boy it means....&lt;br /&gt;that you love&lt;br /&gt;trucks...cars...&lt;br /&gt;Chuck E. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;(whose name I have heard 1,000 times since Saturday!)...&lt;br /&gt;snuggling with Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING, and I do mean ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;sports related...&lt;br /&gt;playing hock (otherwise known as hockey)...&lt;br /&gt;playing with his bubba...&lt;br /&gt;shirts with balls on them...&lt;br /&gt;Diego....Oswald...&lt;br /&gt;right now...butter&lt;br /&gt;(right now, he is eating it out of the bowl as I type!!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;playdough...&lt;br /&gt;chocolate chip muffins...&lt;br /&gt;pancakes....&lt;br /&gt;going with Daddy to do errands....&lt;br /&gt;sleeping with Alex &amp;amp; Blake...&lt;br /&gt;staying up late...&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in...&lt;br /&gt;singing his ABC'S...&lt;br /&gt;Hot Wheels...&lt;br /&gt;Batman/Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;(even though he hasn't really watched either one)...&lt;br /&gt;Tom &amp;amp; Jerry...&lt;br /&gt;his buddies, Jed-e, Jadanne, &amp;amp; Lilly...&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Kaffy...&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Gaybo &amp;amp; Fwankie...&lt;br /&gt;Papaw...&lt;br /&gt;the books,&lt;br /&gt;"How Does a Dinosaur Say Goodnight", "Max &amp;amp; Ruby",&lt;br /&gt;"Badger's Fancy Meal"....&lt;br /&gt;and a hosts of other things.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;His world is full of excitement, wonder,&lt;br /&gt;and million questions!&lt;br /&gt;He isn't really wanting to have his picture taken either.&lt;br /&gt;The ones I will post over the next couple of days&lt;br /&gt;I had to work for...&lt;br /&gt;and I mean work for!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that&lt;br /&gt;Mommy will do ANYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I do mean ANYTHING....&lt;br /&gt;for a photograph!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot004w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot008w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;He has the most beautiful blue eyes....&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot013w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot032w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I said I would do ANYTHING for a picture, right?&lt;br /&gt;Can you say&lt;br /&gt;YOO-HOO?!!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt that it coordinates with his shirt!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot036w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot028acoloriz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;still trying the vintage thing&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot030w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot034w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot004w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;a couple of black &amp;amp; whites&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot011aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot007w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot009w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot011w2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Carson,&lt;br /&gt;my baby...&lt;br /&gt;as you travel&lt;br /&gt;through life's twist and turns&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;grow and change into a sweet little boy...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot039w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;May you always look back&lt;br /&gt;on this time in your life&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;know how much you are loved...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot019aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and what joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;you have brought to our lives in these last three years.&lt;br /&gt;You are one my life's greatest blessings.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-8587356818716935657?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8587356818716935657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-this-look-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8587356818716935657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8587356818716935657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-this-look-like.html' title='Does this look like....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-9156519354464730878</id><published>2008-08-02T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:51:50.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot042w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;He's three....&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;Today is his big day...&lt;br /&gt;we're off to see a few family members...and maybe Chuck E. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;will have more pictures to share tonight or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but until then....&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonBirthdayPhotoShoot045w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Love you Carson Reilly!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-9156519354464730878?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/9156519354464730878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-whos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/9156519354464730878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/9156519354464730878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-whos.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s ....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3071458272747229496</id><published>2008-07-30T12:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:02:49.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;and &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;homeschooling.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;At least for now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Today Alexandra &amp;amp; Blake headed back into the world of public school.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We have homeschooled for two years there were so many great things about it...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but there were some not so great.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We have always said that we would take it year by year&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and see what we felt we were lead to do with each new year as it came.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We have also said that if it was causing more stress or harm&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to our lives as a family...then it was time to stop.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;With two little ones not in school, it was a constant worry for me &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that they were being pushed to the side. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have felt as if I was failing at everything at times&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and the stress &amp;amp; worry that caused me wasn't healthy for me or my family.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know that I have &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; great kids who I want the best for,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;spiritually...emotionally...educationally...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;if it means that the last of those above has to handled by someone other than me,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am no less of a parent...mother...teacher.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We prayed and asked that God give us peace about what to do,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;we have been reminded that if you teach your kids the right things, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;whether they are in school or at home,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it doesn't make a difference.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Each child will face situations as they get older,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;we can only teach them the truth during the time that we have them&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and pray that God will give them the courage to stand in those situations.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;As we went to the schools to take care of getting them registered,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We felt blessed and proud. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;In situation after situation, we were told what wonderful kids we have&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and that the reputations that they had upon leaving there&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in the 1st and 3rd grades were something to be proud of.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Indeed, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I do have some wonderful kids &amp;amp; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;as I told them,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;now is not the time in their lives to stop doing the right things&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but to determine within themselves even more to do what's right.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Please say a prayer for them...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alexandra is heading to middle school, that is usually intimidating enough &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;without having been away for the last two years.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ol' Blake is headed to the fifth grade and thinks he is too cool for words.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;They were both nervous &amp;amp; excited today as they headed back.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, well, I truly felt as if they were heading off to kindergarten again,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;so you may want to say a prayer for me too.!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;here are a few photos from their first day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Goodbye Summer.......&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers027w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miss Middle Schooler&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I would hate to admit it to her...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but she doesn't look like my baby anymore.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She really is growing up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets keep that between us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~~~&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers031w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We love you, Sis...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers029w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and we are very proud of you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers032w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Fifth Grader&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think he was most excited about &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;his bag which he had organized to the hilt.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;In fact, he had it so full &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it looked bigger than him!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers036w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We love you, buddy...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers033w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you make us so proud!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers035w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know this year will be bring new challenges for all of us...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but I also know...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that as family....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and with God's help...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;there's not anything we can't do! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/firstdayofschoolandothers024w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3071458272747229496?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3071458272747229496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3071458272747229496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3071458272747229496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye Summer....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8021682493052440561</id><published>2008-07-28T19:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:26:21.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby Part II... for Angie &amp; Terry</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Just some more photos of &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;one of the most adorable one year olds I know.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Angie and Terry,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;this should be the last round.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;There may be a few others to look at&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;when I give your hard copy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but for the most part, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;these were my favorites.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;There are too many to count!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008171W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Angie &amp;amp; Terry,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;as I sat on the ground, taking her picture as she was swinging,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I saw these little feet coming towards me...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just wanted you to have something to look at in the years to come &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to remind you of how little she was once upon a time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take the time to kiss those little piggies...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;count them and tickle them every chance you get...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they don't stay this little long enough.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008190w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;whether she is smiling &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;or...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008155w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;serious...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;she is as cute as can be.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008027aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;one from yesterday&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;with a vintage flair&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008057aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If only we took the time....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008059awbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to explore...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to investigate....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008038aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;amp; to appreciate the world around us&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;like the little ones around us do. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008073aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If that is not the look of a girl up to something...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't know what is!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 720px; HEIGHT: 917px" height="989" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008128aw1.jpg" width="759" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Doesn't the above phrase say it all?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008127aw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a little vintage with some sepia tones mixed in&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008113aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008110aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;As Abby grows older...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know that she will fold her hands just like this...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and say a prayer of thanks to God for sending her to you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008121w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008049aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/25aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Terry,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope that you realize that with looks like this...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you are putty in her hands!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/4040awf-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008019aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I do believe that you guys &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;have a little model on your hands.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She doesn't mind me pointing&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;my big, black camera at her one bit!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008124aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I posted this in black &amp;amp; white yesterday&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but with how her beautiful eyes stand out&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;in this color version...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I couldn't resist posting this one as well!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008099aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008127aw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ok...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Angie &amp;amp; Terry...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;when do I get to do it again?!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/playingaround-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am playing around again,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;this time with some prints.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The color looked a little wonky &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;once I saw it on here&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and I didn't get the sizing just right...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but what do you think...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;is there potential here?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love to hear some feedback!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-8021682493052440561?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8021682493052440561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/abby-part-ii-for-angie-terry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8021682493052440561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8021682493052440561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/abby-part-ii-for-angie-terry.html' title='Abby Part II... for Angie &amp; Terry'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3854995900890256873</id><published>2008-07-26T16:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:29:19.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't have too much of a good thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't that what they always say?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tend to agree&lt;br /&gt;especially when you are referring to a little girl&lt;br /&gt;by the name of&lt;br /&gt;Miss Abby.&lt;br /&gt;I have a TON of photos of her to share with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Her parents and grandparents are eager to see&lt;br /&gt;what pictures I was able to capture&lt;br /&gt;after spending the afternoon with her last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was very hot, and I have had some obstacles&lt;br /&gt;to overcome with some of these,&lt;br /&gt;but every bit of that was well worth it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little girl has been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the most wonderful additions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I truly have treasured the moments &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've gotten to share with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is really true what they say about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the best things in life being worth the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that her parents, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angie &amp;amp; Terry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will certainly agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I have tried some new things with these&lt;br /&gt;there are some color as well as black &amp;amp; white,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a new little vintage look I have been wanting to try.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy photography as a hobby...&lt;br /&gt;mainly because I get to spend time with&lt;br /&gt;sweet little angels like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008062aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She started out in the creek &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice &amp;amp; dry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then what fun is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008092awbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008129awbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008001aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008119aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's such a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008043aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angie &amp;amp; Terry found a field just down the road &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from their home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looked like just the place for a photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such as this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008118w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008118wbw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is for those who like a little black &amp;amp; white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 601px; HEIGHT: 889px" height="989" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008004aw.jpg" width="601" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One with a little more saturation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008005aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;and one with a little vintage touch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not sure if I like this yet or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe an occasional choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008027a1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's a girl to do when she finds herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;down &amp;amp; out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in soaking wet clothes?...&lt;br /&gt;She takes a moment to enjoy the fact that she's 1 Year Old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and can still get away with doing something this fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/4242aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does this look like a face that's worried &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about the fact that her clothes got soaked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got to wade &amp;amp; sit in the creek naked?!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008048aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple more from the creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008090aw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008102aw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby &amp;amp; her bunny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inseperable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008132aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008194aw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ended up at the park at sundown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008162W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little reward for a job well done!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008186aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to catch the little bugs flying through the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008124w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Abby has the most beautiful eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They draw you in as soon as you meet her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008132awbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008174aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008176aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008180aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THREE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008182aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not your typical photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but serves to remind you to think outside the box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I took it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted it to draw attention to what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I think are her most beautiful assets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess what they are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008129aw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last two are from the field her parents found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had some challenges with those taken in this field due to several factors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless of any problems I might have had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one thing's for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the innocence, sweetness, and beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of this little one shines through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angie &amp;amp; Terry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008136w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last one was my final experiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have seen a lot of photos that have texture added to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The look of them put me in mind of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;old photos/paintings you use to see many years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Abby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being my sweet, beautiful subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3854995900890256873?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3854995900890256873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-have-to-much-of-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3854995900890256873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3854995900890256873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-have-to-much-of-good-thing.html' title='You can&apos;t have too much of a good thing...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8096526797060256042</id><published>2008-07-25T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:48:54.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;is a mess.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"That boy did this...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"You won't believe what "That boy" did today....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; Yes, Jimmy &amp;amp; I say that very often about our Connerman.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Forget about the fact that &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;recently he decided to use the clothes dryer as a hiding spot&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; and was then taken for a spin in the permanent press cycle &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;when his little brother slammed the door shut on him.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't worry, Jimmy was hot on his trail, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;he only went in circles for a few seconds!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Note**Normally, the dryer doesn't start automatically &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you shut the door, but has done so since Jimmy "repaired" it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/weekinlife017w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and forget about the fact &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that he uses his Connerisms to get his way such as...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Telling Carson...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I know Carson..that IT is hawd to believe....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE IT!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;when he was trying to convince him to lay down &amp;amp; to sleep on the stairs.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/weekinlife018w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;forget about the fact &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that he fought me tooth and nail&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to  getting these photos &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;so I could do a post on &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the &lt;a href="http://michelleconwell52wks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Week in the Life &lt;/a&gt;blog.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/weekinlife025w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;All I know is that&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;YES, he IS  a mess.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/weekinlife030w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;yeah...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; I love &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"That Boy"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;How could you not?!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-8096526797060256042?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8096526797060256042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8096526797060256042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8096526797060256042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-boy.html' title='That boy....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3912118104813661568</id><published>2008-07-25T15:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:50:37.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Miss Abby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;well. she's back!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-gods-greatest-gifts.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was her last November. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/AbbyAnselment2008109w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  at that time, I thought it wasn't possible for her to get any cuter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boy, was I wrong!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More photos from our afternoon together are coming soon. Stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3912118104813661568?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3912118104813661568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember-miss-abby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3912118104813661568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3912118104813661568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember-miss-abby.html' title='Remember Miss Abby...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-1696613710609812759</id><published>2008-07-22T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:50:14.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a Belated Birthday Wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;for&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Sawyer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He celebrated his fourth birthday this weekend&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and after putting a get well soon wish out there yesterday for &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miss Josee, his sister,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I realized I needed to share the love!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;With four kids of my own, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have learned the importance of making sure everyone&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;has their time to shine,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and boy does this little guy do just that!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheBaggetts027w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have just turned four,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but he has a mind of a 50 or 60 year old!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think that this is due in large part &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to a big guy I believe he calls "Bubba".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bubba you know who you are!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheBaggetts015w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He came along and was a wonderful little addition to his family.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He has plenty of people to love on him,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;including his beautiful, older sister,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miss Tobianne.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheBaggetts021w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;As I said above, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;he has a tendency to act older than his years,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;don't be fooled by that,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;he is still a real stinker!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Conner &amp;amp; Carson love that fact about him.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Those three had the best time together&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;during our visit to East Tennesee in June.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sawyer, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Little Buddy,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wanted to make sure that you know that&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Jimmy, Miss Michelle, Alex, Blake,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Conner, &amp;amp; Carson&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;are thinking about you this week&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and that&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;your little buddies wanted to make sure&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they got a chance to say &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonConner021w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CarsonConner022w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-1696613710609812759?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1696613710609812759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1696613710609812759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/1696613710609812759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated-birthday-wish.html' title='a Belated Birthday Wish....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-207406008079788326</id><published>2008-07-21T17:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:58:01.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message for our friend, Miss Josee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Josee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you might remember her from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this post &lt;a href="http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-believe-in-bad-luck-but.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; back in December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from this &lt;a href="http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/brace-yourself.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; back in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of my recent favorites of her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/TheBaggetts013w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's from an impromptu photo shoot for her E-ma(Grandma).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today, I thought she might needs a few extra prayers said for her and a little something to smile about because today, she had her tonsils and adenoids taken out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone knows that we, Conwells, don't have a problem laughing at ourselves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, without further ado.......a little get well message for you, Miss Josee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh yeah, and don't forget to stop the music player on the right before playing the video.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ra3bzwkV86w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ra3bzwkV86w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you would like to see &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photodex.com/sharing/viewshow.html?fl=3003643&amp;amp;alb=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Josee's Get Well Message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; full screen, click on the title above, you will be led to the Photodex website.  Once there, right click on video screen,  and select full screen option.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-207406008079788326?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/207406008079788326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/message-for-our-friend-miss-josee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/207406008079788326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/207406008079788326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/message-for-our-friend-miss-josee.html' title='A Message for our friend, Miss Josee'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8316758855568856396</id><published>2008-07-20T23:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:14:14.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories in the Making...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;that is what the 4th of July was about for me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My cousin, Shellie, is someone very special to me,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;she has been my closest friend and confidant &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;since she was born three months after me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She has a heart of gold, she loves kids&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and makes a difference in the life of every one she touches.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just ask her students&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;or &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alexandra. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;During our trip to east Tennessee last month,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Shellie and I put together a plan to spend this 4th of July&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;celebrating the ever growing independence of a &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;wonderful, beautiful, sweet, caring, and just all around awesome girl&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;who just happens to be mine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, we set off for a day of shopping with many secrets along the way &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;for our girl, Alexandra.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BC-w-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;one of the major secrets was our plan, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to stay overnight, just us girls.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A very special thank you to Shellie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;as well as her hunka-hunka Damon who made it possible.....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BA-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to stay at the infamous Opryland Hotel...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;What a beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/P-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alexandra was in awe of the place.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;After seeing what valet parking was all about&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and seeing chandeliers hanging in the breezeway, which was OUTSIDE,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;she thought she was staring in her very own version of Disney's Zack &amp;amp; Cody,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but instead of staying at the Tipton, she was at Opryland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/N-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We quickly found our room....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/F-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I believe I actually heard her say,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Ah-h, this is the Life!!!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/J-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;she quickly had to call home and tell them all about it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;After shopping till we dropped &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and making a hilarious, yet disastrous trip &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to the Marble Slab Creamery,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;we went back to the hotel&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;with plans to spend the night hanging out and doing makeovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BK-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alex was to be the make-up artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BS-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;First, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it was Shellie's turn&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BP-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex gave her the royal treatment...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CB-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and after the big reveal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/BY-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellie was quite impressed...not bad for an eleven year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CC-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;then, it was Mom's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CD-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alex didn't hold back with the liquid eyeliner&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and soon, I was laughing so hard I was crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CF-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;which resulted in this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CG-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;after calling me a difficult client...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;she threw in the towel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CZ-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is at the age when she is all about wanting to wear make-up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I usually let her wear some lip gloss and maybe a little blush,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but since it was a special night, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I thought I would doll her up to.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DB-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CS-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;so to say thank you,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;she put on a performance for us.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/CU-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DC1-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she looked so grown up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 810px; HEIGHT: 574px" height="655" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DCbw.jpg" width="892" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was like having a chance to glimpse to the future &amp;amp; see how beautiful she will be as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DJ-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she was back to being 11 again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DK-w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;before checking out we took a few quick pictures &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DO-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alexandra &amp;amp; Shellie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DM-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the flowers were absolutely beautiful, I could've snapped pictures all day&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but this trip wasn't about me, it was about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DP-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;my wonderful girl.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me &amp;amp; Alexandra&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;gosh, I love that girl!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DR-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they had some really neat water features and we didn't even see a fourth of them.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope to go back and visit just to take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DQ-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me &amp;amp; Shellie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you my dear cousin, friend, sister for helping make this possible for my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DS-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;just a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DU-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;of the beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DV-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;sights to see....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/DW-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;at the Opryland Hotel.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We checked out, spent some more time shopping, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and finished up by taking in a show&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;what else could it have been but&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Kit Kittredge: An American Girl Movie"!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We ended the fun getting lost on the way home, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;singing and acting crazy to the latest Disney tunes,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and having a good ole' heart to heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;There are many photos here&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but so many others I could share, but won't.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It was a wonderful time...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a time I'll cherish forever.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It was a great 4th of July weekend..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it was Memories in the Making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-8316758855568856396?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8316758855568856396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-in-making.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8316758855568856396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8316758855568856396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-in-making.html' title='Memories in the Making...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-4644716802461977812</id><published>2008-07-19T00:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:44:41.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there is a will there is a way!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I am proof of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always said that my strong willed childhood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would have some benefit for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only my parents would have known it at the time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I am not completely up and running the way I should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but do you see photos below or do you see photos?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I planned to put these up a few weeks ago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prior to my blog vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but as we say in the Conwell house......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Better Late than Never!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few from Mr.B's 10th birthday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we didn't do anything fancy this year...but we had to include one of his favorite things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10003w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Chicago Cubs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10005w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not a big crew this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just his family and a couple of little buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will enjoy this small affair, I have a feeling next year could be quite a bit different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10008w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teresa, our lifesaver, made and decorated the cake for us in a matter of a couple of hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the original decorator fell through at the last minute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was unhappy with the rushed result, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we were thrilled &amp;amp; thankful she offered to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks again, Teresa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10037w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake was thrilled with all of the money he received&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of being his usual frugal self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he used his money this time for more SPY toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he used it to buy something he knew would aggravate his sister!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10065w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just Blake with a couple of people he loves immensly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise known as "Grandma Millie's Stand In"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &amp;amp; Uncle Frank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They may be his great aunt &amp;amp; uncle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the love they show him and the rest of our crew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes them love them as if they truly were their grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, they get called Grandma and Papaw often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10066w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Conwell holds a special place in the heart of this fella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there is no question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the feeling is mutual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake loves nothing more than to spend a day or two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, right now, it has been FOUR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with her, helping her do little projects, finding old coins to look at,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching tv, reading books, helping her cook dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he enjoys every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10067w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but certainly not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake with Aunt Kathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only Blake but everyone of our kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love their Aunt Kathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is so energetic and fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they enjoy every minute they have with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake was thrilled to have her there as were we all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would think by now that I would make it a priority to get a photo with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the birthday child and their parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe it or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it ALWAYS slips my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hence, the need for the 52 wk. blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which has been seriously neglected; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however, we are soon going to be up and at it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-4644716802461977812?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4644716802461977812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-there-is-will-there-is-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4644716802461977812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/4644716802461977812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-there-is-will-there-is-way.html' title='Where there is a will there is a way!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7914643889495876602</id><published>2008-07-18T00:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:59:33.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.......:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About the time I get the fever to start blogging faithfully again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start having problems with blogger not wanting to post my photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S0-0 aggravating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope to have it worked out soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, say a prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I hate having to wait and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is out of my control so I can't do anything myself to fix it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are you trying to teach me a little patience again?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7914643889495876602?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7914643889495876602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7914643889495876602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7914643889495876602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh.html' title='Argh.......:('/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-8655110647604395823</id><published>2008-07-15T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:51:19.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you allowed yourself to be a kid again &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;played in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I remember being about 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;standing on my front porch with my mom&lt;br /&gt;watching the rain fall.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what it would feel like to play in the rain, and&lt;br /&gt;wanted so badly to go out in it.&lt;br /&gt;As if mom could read my mind,&lt;br /&gt;she asked me if I wanted to play in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;That was all I needed to hear and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the sheer joy I had at standing out there...&lt;br /&gt;fully clothed....with hands out....&lt;br /&gt;playing in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this past Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;it came a downpour&lt;br /&gt;Carson &amp;amp; I went to stand out on the deck and take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008001-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this look, fuzzy at it is,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;he reminded me of myself thirty years ago waiting for permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008002-_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally,&lt;br /&gt;I had to follow my mom's example&lt;br /&gt;and encouraged him to go have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008037-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few runs through,&lt;br /&gt;he stopped and watched in awe&lt;br /&gt;as the water ran over his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" cc183="" mommyofabc="" action="view&amp;amp;current=7-13-2008039-1_filtered.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008039-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;as every child seems to do,&lt;br /&gt;he stuck his tongue out,&lt;br /&gt;watching to catch a few drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008038-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't having a whole lot of raindrops to hit his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, it is almost like you see a twinkle in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;as another idea comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008047-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he stretched his neck and tongue way out...&lt;br /&gt;and closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008021-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner usually the first to try something ....&lt;br /&gt;found himself wanting to share in the fun...&lt;br /&gt;but he wasn't completely sold on the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 684px; height: 455px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008033-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he stuck his face and tongue out to see what it was like...&lt;br /&gt;(this is a shot I wish I could've gotten from the side, but not at the risk of my camera!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" cc183="" mommyofabc="" action="view&amp;amp;current=7-13-2008023-1_filtered.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008023-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since Dad is as big a kid as he is...&lt;br /&gt;he helped him find the courage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" cc183="" mommyofabc="" action="view&amp;amp;current=7-13-2008026-1_filtered.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/7-13-2008026-1_filtered.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smile says it all!&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;There is no chance of rain today&lt;br /&gt;but the next time a few drops of rain comes your way...&lt;br /&gt;throw caution to the wind&lt;br /&gt;and remember what is was like to be a kid and spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;playing in the rain.&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/786811706351251369-8655110647604395823?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8655110647604395823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-was-last-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8655110647604395823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/8655110647604395823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-was-last-time.html' title='When was the last time.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3556754671508428307</id><published>2008-07-14T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:15:50.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is anyone out there?.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, by now you must be thinking that I have been abducted by aliens or something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or if you are someone who &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; knows me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you probably thought that I finally cashed in my coupon for the free trip to the padded room!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are still out there and wondering what the Conwell's have been up to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, we have been pretty busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been hard to find the time to fit this blog thing in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but I hope to get back to blogging later today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't totally given up on me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check back later tonight or better yet tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3556754671508428307?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3556754671508428307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-anyone-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3556754671508428307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3556754671508428307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-anyone-out-there.html' title='is anyone out there?.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-2807953915009380351</id><published>2008-07-03T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:23:34.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Connerisms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's my new word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is constantly coming up with his own way of looking at things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usually to get his way out of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figured it was time to give Conner his rightful place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, on to the lastest Connerism...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carson and Conner are playing cars on the stairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I clean up the breakfast dishes from this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know a problem has arisen as soon as I hear Carson wailing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon his entering of the kitchen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my suspicions are confirmed as he tells me that Conner decided to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smack him on the cheek with a hotwheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I contemplated the decision of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from now on buying only toys made from foam rubber, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but reminded myself that Conner is Conner and would soon take the foam rubber &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and find some way to turn it into a weapon of some kind or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something that will help him hang from the stair railing yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, now back to the problem at hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take Carson and go to find Conner still playing with the car on the stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Conner, did you hit Carson on the cheek with the car?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No, momma I didn't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conner, did you hit Carson on the cheek with the car?" I ask again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No, ma'am."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well, Conner, how did Carson get that big red spot on his cheek then?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without blinking an eye he replies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I think he has a sunburn, and he follows that with "Oh-h-h-h"(it a Homer Simpson style voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a shake of the body for extra effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh Yeah, he has a sunburn, O-h-h-h."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a little lesson about lying and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what God and Mom &amp;amp; Dad think about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he rethinks his answer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank the Lord, I can see he has a conscience!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Conner, now that you've told the truth about hitting Carson, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do you think Jesus would want you to do about it?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Give him a hug."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugs were given, apologies made, and all is well again at the Conwell house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least for now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_8w-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So mischievious, so curious, so rambunctious, but yet so sweet, so loving, so stinkin' cute!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-2807953915009380351?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2807953915009380351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/connerisms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2807953915009380351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2807953915009380351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/connerisms.html' title='Connerisms...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3989072454086787958</id><published>2008-07-02T10:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:56:56.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems only fitting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;that I come across this wonderful story just after posting a blog entry about my sweet buddy, Little Miss Ella. Every time I am with her I am left wondering about and wishing I knew what God has in store for her. Her mom and I were talking yesterday about what makes Ella, Ella. I guess it could best be summed up by using the phrase, Ella has autism, but autism doesn't have Ella. It doesn't have her laughter, her sweetness, it doesn't stop her from being mischievious, or sneaky, or being a drama queen, but most of all, it doesn't stop her from stealing your heart! Sometimes, I think people must get lost in the work autism and forget that God works through many things, many people to touch the hearts and lives of people. This video clip leaves me teary eyed and excited to see just how God has/will work through autism and Ella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*don't forget to mute the sound on the music player prior to starting the video*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJnjPnk9ASc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJnjPnk9ASc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3989072454086787958?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3989072454086787958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-seems-only-fitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3989072454086787958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3989072454086787958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-seems-only-fitting.html' title='It seems only fitting....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-2024718071987346875</id><published>2008-06-30T23:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:10:57.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to play with this weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is one of my favorite people....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call her my sunshine and she can brighten any day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is the biggest little inspiration around.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any guesses???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who else could it be but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_28w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Miss Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EllavisitsandCarsonfindsakitten001W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we started at the swing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_16w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it wasn't long until the trampoline was calling her name.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_2w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_3w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would do anything to see that smile &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_4w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EllavisitsandCarsonfindsakitten006w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this photo is a little grainy...but the grain can't hide the pure happiness on that sweet face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EllavisitsandCarsonfindsakitten020w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss Ella left the trampoline for a little while but wound up right back there again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_14w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this time she seemed like she just wanted to lay back and take in all the sights and sounds around her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_12w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of course when I saw her laying back...I wanted in there too.  I saw a picture in the making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sight of me getting in and out of the enclosure was a sight I'm sure, but even more so the sight of me jumping beside her.... while holding the camera.... while trying to keep my body &amp;amp; my bladder under control...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_11w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, lets just say she found the whole thing... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilarious!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/0628_13w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's my Ella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/EllavisitsandCarsonfindsakitten022w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I just love her to pieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-2024718071987346875?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2024718071987346875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2024718071987346875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/2024718071987346875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7477878627418095285</id><published>2008-06-28T00:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:58:25.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to see more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the newest 10 year old on the block?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can check out Blake's birthday slideshow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by clicking on its the title below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photodex.com/sharing/viewshow.html?fl=2994894&amp;amp;alb=0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Blake Turns 10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later on today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope to have a couple more pics from his party today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as well as, a few more from our East Tennessee trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great Saturday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7477878627418095285?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7477878627418095285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7477878627418095285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7477878627418095285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Want to see more...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6900889577623345933</id><published>2008-06-26T22:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:18:25.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrived today for Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, he turned the big "10".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will never again be a single digit person (an Alexism)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I must say I do wish I could start back at the beginning again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cherish the moments a little more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hug a little tighter....Grab more kisses along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make fewer mistakes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all in all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just realize how fast the time goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In honor of Blake's 10th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went out together for an hour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to take a few photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a wonderful time and was so surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hear him admit that he did to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In returning home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was amazed and a little emotional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I viewed how much he has changed since last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can view the photos yourself below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but first....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last year of your life has flown by for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have grown so much since this time last year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both in stature and as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have come out of your shell and have truly shined by doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baseball, Basketball, Guitar lessons &amp;amp; recitals, singing in church...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have accomplished so much and I could not be any prouder of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I was once that same shy kid that you use to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I know what courage it took to do all those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at these new photos of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and see on the outside how you've grown as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are becoming a young man...you are changing so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you change and grow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray that that wonderful loving, caring nature that you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will grow with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have quite a way with the little ones around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweetness and love that you show them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes their day and mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never be afraid to show the world what a kind heart you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never be afraid to do the right thing, and never apologize when you do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always put God first in your life...you will be the happiest when you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always know that regardless if there are mistakes made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;promises broken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; wrong turns along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or whether there be smooth sailing all the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are one of the greatest gifts God has given to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be proud of you&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be your mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10004-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what "10" looks like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10003-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was quite the little model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10008-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing his serious side here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10009-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10007-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a handsome fella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10016-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the look says it all, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10010-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can actually say that I see a little of myself in him here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that grin, he looks just like I did in my kindergarten picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10021-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 690px; HEIGHT: 425px" height="434" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10028-1w.jpg" width="722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was wanting to try something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and forgot to check my lighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are a few bright spots but Blake really liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10034-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10036-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made our way to the farm I spent many a summer enjoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was nice to share some of those memories with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10039-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really liked both of these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10040-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10041-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10053-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one last serious one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10054-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tough guy look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Blaketurns10044-1w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 10th Birthday, Blake!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-6900889577623345933?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6900889577623345933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6900889577623345933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/6900889577623345933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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LOT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then show the rest in the usual way, a slideshow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brace yourself, there is a lot to look at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conner, Carson, &amp;amp; Sawyer were thrilled to see Bob &amp;amp; Larry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were many hugs and kisses for the pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, it didn't take long for Conner to start investigating things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our visit with the two was short lived...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to Carson trying to take Larry out with a big shove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't help but love Miss Tobianne, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was great with all the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after this moment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we thought our Dollywood visit was going to be cut short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when in true Conwell fashion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carson fell and landed his head on a brick planter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a little loving, and some ice on a pretty good sized knot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was ready for the next adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, his mother had to take her blood pressure medicine and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do a little yoga to get her calm again before moving on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little ones enjoyed some time at Beaver Creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while some of the bigger ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;screamed their guts out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially Blake who rode his first big roller coaster that day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and though I wan't able to get a picture of it(the above picture is terrible enough) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josee rode her first one as well, screaming the ENTIRE ride!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conner &amp;amp; Sawyer thought that they were something in these silly hats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carson as always loved the carosel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cyndi, I know you are going to kill me for this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I thought it was sweet moment between you and Josee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever tried to take photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while riding a flying elephant with a four year old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josee thought the whole thing was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bill &amp;amp; I thought we would ride what they call "The Lemon Twist"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;though Bill looks as if he is enjoying it, just kickin' back and relaxin'....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and even though I look like I am having a great time with Miss Josee....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we were acting, just acting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The above &amp;amp; below photo shows the reality of it all. If you are mid-thirties or older.... and the ride is one that spins extremely fast....around &amp;amp; around &amp;amp; around in a circle... &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT FOOL YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt; you have NO business on the ride! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The photos show us after we FINALLY made our way to a planter to sit on....we were to put it mildly sick.sick.sick. It took about an hour for us to fully recover. It is so sad what growing older can do to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These four crazy kids got on the ride just after us....I believe they were trying to rub it in our faces a little!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I attempted to take several more photos of these cuties; however, it was just after riding the lovely Lemon Twist ride mentioned above, so...none of them were in focus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As we neared the end of the day, Carson finally gave in...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-251w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and these two guys showed Cyndi &amp;amp; I what lies in our future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/wknoxvilleTrip-241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we both agree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE NOT READY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEITHER IS THE WORLD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 475px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1369094286738331417&amp;amp;site=widget-19.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286738331417&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p1/1369094286738331417/un_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286738331417&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p2/1369094286738331417/un_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286738331417&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p4/1369094286738331417/un_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bill, Cyndi, &amp;amp; kids,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you so much for putting us up for a few days, and joining us at Dollywood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We truly miss you all so much and the time spent with you is a gift to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you &amp;amp; We Love you Guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3473738918629723203?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3473738918629723203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/brace-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3473738918629723203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3473738918629723203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/brace-yourself.html' title='Brace Yourself...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-3622304624101863744</id><published>2008-06-22T23:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:03:40.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...Remember Me?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whew... It has been a while hasn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After traveling over 1,000 miles on our little family trip,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am back home and back to the old grind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do have some photos to share from a couple of places we visited,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I am still playing catch up with sizing the photos for the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do have a few of photos of share though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these photos...or should I say the story that goes with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminded me of the fact that I am back to reality....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as if I needed reminding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could give you a title to clue you into the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it might be something like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You did what?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or possibly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you argue with that reasoning?!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curious yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we sit Friday night taking it easy as a family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoying popcorn and a movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conner suddenly appears in front of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerthemessthatheis003w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an index finger in each nostril.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that he is just once again poking a hole in his brain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and proceed to tell him to stop and remind him how gross it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerthemessthatheis006w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am praising myself about how I handled the whole situation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling pretty good...I just used some great parenting logic I think to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within seconds, Conner reappears to clarify that he wasn't picking his nose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he had only stuck a popcorn kernel into each nostril...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turns out he had been trying to get the kernels out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I saw him 10 seconds earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now..they sat wedged in his nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how long it took for him to realize that wasn't a smart thing to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not long...believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 15 minutes of him wailing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex and Blake running to hide in the closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because they don't want to see the torture that we put him through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get them out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got one out with the tweezers...and then he started snorting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was crying... crying leads to runny noses.... runny noses well, lead to snorting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the snorting then had me a nervous wreck as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I visualized the popcorn kernel reaching the cerebellum(brain)!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I then in turn hand him of to Dad who proceeds to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk him through blowing enough times to finally blow it completely out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next morning, I decided to send the lesson home that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we don't stick things in our noses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that message had been received the night before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he saw me coming at him with the tweezers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't help but ask him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Conner, why did you stick the popcorn thingeys in your nose?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well, Mom, I was trying to keep my boogers from falling out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerthemessthatheis007w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you say to that? It pretty much had me speechless...and then laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again...He is known for his great problem solving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple weeks ago, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after he was continually found pulling and poking at his boy region&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(don't laugh, I try to run a clean place here!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I would try a new technique to handle this boy habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started by telling him if he didn't quit, he was going to pull it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without blinking...he proceeds to tell me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mom. I will just get the glue....put the glue on it....and it won't come off."&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerthemessthatheis005w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know where he comes up with it...but he sure keeps life interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is so stinkin' cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerthemessthatheis004w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerthemessthatheis002w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerthemessthatheis001w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Connerman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you keep me on my toes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I love you to pieces little buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-3622304624101863744?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3622304624101863744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/helloremember-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3622304624101863744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/3622304624101863744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/helloremember-me.html' title='Hello...Remember Me?!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-7172866583130372562</id><published>2008-06-12T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:40:45.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you may feel the urge to get wet after this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today marks the end of the hotel stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are getting ready to head off to our next adventure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and since our next adventure does not include wireless internet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I would post a few photos of our last three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had quite a bit of fun here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most all of it involved the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went swimming the first night with clouds in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were able to swim about 45 minutes before the thunder rolled in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ran around like crazy people trying to gather floaties and children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The children were the challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one in particular,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any guesses which one it was?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip-Day2046w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He isn't called the "Con" for nothing, as soon as we had him out, he was jumping right back in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip029w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip035w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip036w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip017w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have heard the word "CANNONBALL!!!!!" more times than I can count!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip044w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ALL had a great time, mom included!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip-Day2094w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carson proved that though he &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chicken, he is not, even jumping into the 5ft. end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God for floaties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a side note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little fella has proven that you can have 15 kids, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you can still learn as a parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been sweating potty training with this little guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did that enough with the first three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He started going more on the potty just before we left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said repeatedly that we would be starting over when we get back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no way he would be thinking about the potty on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has hardly gone in his pants at all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as a matter of fact, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he made us get out of the pool repeatedly to go potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God the pool had a bathroom nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now back to the pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip004w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ALL enjoyed the time with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He enjoyed it for two reasons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. He was spending time with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He was getting to cool off after fighting fires all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip-Day2101w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex enjoying some peace &amp;amp; relaxation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip-Day2122w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip-Day2123w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip-Day2124w-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy your life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy your family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-7172866583130372562?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7172866583130372562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7172866583130372562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/7172866583130372562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/warning.html' title='Warning...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-156216052367498570</id><published>2008-06-11T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:33:03.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/ChattanoogaTrip022w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not enjoying anything fancy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a few days away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong..... it's not all luxurious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am traveling with four kids.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to keep noise levels to a mininum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a quaint hotel room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is almost impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am determined to enjoy it none the less!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more photos to come....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786811706351251369-156216052367498570?l=michelleconwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/feeds/156216052367498570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/156216052367498570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786811706351251369/posts/default/156216052367498570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleconwell.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah.html' title='Ah....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391262414629439317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1bRaLiB3f7w/R-suml4ir0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jXC8o_6Zb3s/S220/blog+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786811706351251369.post-6396763533581617562</id><published>2008-06-05T10:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:02:42.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we don't appreciate &amp;amp; acknowledge the fact that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God made us all different.... with our own unique characteristics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one more special than another.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just different....but wonderful just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How is it that we don't realize that when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He provides with things everyday to remind us of that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a few more nature photos to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lens is not working correctly and is going to have to be sent to be repaired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspite of the fact that the pictures may not be crystal clear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can still look at them and appreciate the lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has in them for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only we would stop &amp;amp; take the time to notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc183/mommyofabc/Connerslasttwoballgamesoftheyear056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We feel like we are all alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;struggling to take care of our needs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we often see our inadequacies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http:
