<?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-2508862805249488016</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:54:15.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Libby!</title><subtitle type='html'>Need I say more?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5360118478423254387</id><published>2011-05-02T12:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:15:26.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Finally, Finally, Finally! I am doing something for myself! I have wanted to get involved with photography since high school but have always put it off. Well now it's all about me! I took a giant leap and bought an awesome camera and signed up for a photography class. I love it! It is so exciting learning all these things you never think about that go into making a great picture. Of course, Libby is my favorite subject! Here are some pictures I've taken over the past few weeks. I'm just getting started, but I think these are pretty good! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGHnerDyF9w/Tb7iVKSt5mI/AAAAAAAACeE/SvVvBShFcTY/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602163839663466082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGHnerDyF9w/Tb7iVKSt5mI/AAAAAAAACeE/SvVvBShFcTY/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CuJcHYTriSY/Tb7iUmD7N5I/AAAAAAAACd8/KM-Y4PSTG5I/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602163829937747858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CuJcHYTriSY/Tb7iUmD7N5I/AAAAAAAACd8/KM-Y4PSTG5I/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTy8_P-6KOk/Tb7g_uop63I/AAAAAAAACd0/K7Frn0-wYEo/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602162371950406514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTy8_P-6KOk/Tb7g_uop63I/AAAAAAAACd0/K7Frn0-wYEo/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qs4GC_exRw8/Tb7g-tRS14I/AAAAAAAACds/R6S9tmpK0i8/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602162354404120450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qs4GC_exRw8/Tb7g-tRS14I/AAAAAAAACds/R6S9tmpK0i8/s320/IMG_1838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojKEkt-iO8E/Tb7gQ8j6gnI/AAAAAAAACdk/e_X1dYr8WtI/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602161568234766962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojKEkt-iO8E/Tb7gQ8j6gnI/AAAAAAAACdk/e_X1dYr8WtI/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIob8_GU3Lw/Tb7gQpi-njI/AAAAAAAACdc/w8WFwsqL_Fw/s1600/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602161563130568242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIob8_GU3Lw/Tb7gQpi-njI/AAAAAAAACdc/w8WFwsqL_Fw/s320/IMG_1804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y65scFG2KyI/Tb7fE2IDzII/AAAAAAAACdU/C_WBNNgB74k/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602160260837264514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y65scFG2KyI/Tb7fE2IDzII/AAAAAAAACdU/C_WBNNgB74k/s320/IMG_1797.JPG1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-5360118478423254387?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5360118478423254387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5360118478423254387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5360118478423254387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5360118478423254387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGHnerDyF9w/Tb7iVKSt5mI/AAAAAAAACeE/SvVvBShFcTY/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1799487545014786464</id><published>2011-03-12T17:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:33:57.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby and I haven't been bowling in a long time so I thought it would be a good Saturday night activity for us to do. We brought Nathan along too...the more the merrier! I decided we should grab some dinner first. Libby picked "the place with the peanuts" of course, which is fine by me! Yum! I figured to beat the crowds we should go at 4pm. I guess there was nothing else to do that day because there was already a wait at the restaurant. Not too long luckily. We finished our dinner and headed to the bowling alley. It was 530pm. The lanes were packed!! They said they wouldn't have any open lanes until 7pm. Um...no thanks. We went back out to my truck and I called the other bowling alley in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kokomo&lt;/span&gt; thinking surely both places wouldn't be busy. Think again! They didn't have any open lanes until 8pm! Really?! Craziness! One more try...I'll call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Suburban&lt;/span&gt; Lanes in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tipton&lt;/span&gt;. I asked if they had any open lanes, with my fingers crossed and two eager children sitting in the back seat...Jackpot! They were only using one lane! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tipton&lt;/span&gt; we go to bowl! I did have to learn how to keep score though because it's old school like that...no computers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myuJJF0z4Jo/TXvwLFoccxI/AAAAAAAACdM/FtsJZOAx5eg/s1600/IMG_4274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583320236336902930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myuJJF0z4Jo/TXvwLFoccxI/AAAAAAAACdM/FtsJZOAx5eg/s320/IMG_4274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is Libby practicing her photography skills. Nathan wasn't impressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyWvzLGL1Kg/TXvwLERN6XI/AAAAAAAACdE/cURgRHJXzDg/s1600/IMG_4276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583320235971045746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyWvzLGL1Kg/TXvwLERN6XI/AAAAAAAACdE/cURgRHJXzDg/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am courtesy of Libby.  We bowled with the bumpers up of course.  It's still hard to get much over 100!  I think 114 was my high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JvNcC1mf00/TXvwK-OecCI/AAAAAAAACc8/5i_W85embxo/s1600/IMG_4278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583320234348933154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JvNcC1mf00/TXvwK-OecCI/AAAAAAAACc8/5i_W85embxo/s320/IMG_4278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is Libby's "give me a strike" dance!  It doesn't work 100%, but she did get a few strikes and some spares.  The spare has it's own dance as well, don't worry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p986CeM7dQc/TXvwKud8XuI/AAAAAAAACc0/mbESetDZ96Y/s1600/IMG_4282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583320230118842082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p986CeM7dQc/TXvwKud8XuI/AAAAAAAACc0/mbESetDZ96Y/s320/IMG_4282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She will love these pics when she becomes a pro bowler some day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had fun and can't wait to go back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-1799487545014786464?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1799487545014786464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1799487545014786464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1799487545014786464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1799487545014786464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/03/bowling-night.html' title='Bowling Night'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myuJJF0z4Jo/TXvwLFoccxI/AAAAAAAACdM/FtsJZOAx5eg/s72-c/IMG_4274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1592159170169133349</id><published>2011-03-12T16:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:21:01.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Now that Libby is in first grade they get to participate in a school program.  When my nephew, Nathan, was in kindergarten he had a program and it involved the whole elementary school.  It was a little overwhelming for the kids.  Fortunately now, they have the grades divided up and they dropped kindergarten all together!  I could hardly wait for the first grader's spring program this year!  Libby was keeping details about the program very hush-hush!  She would only tell me what the program was called, "The Principal and the Pea" and a few songs they would be singing.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I would ask her to sing me a song she would just say, "No! You have to wait...It's a surprise!"  Little booger!  But the day finally came!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BdBs69lJhg/TXvvU14V5_I/AAAAAAAACcs/KUlMoLX_TcQ/s1600/libbyprogram1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583319304395679730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BdBs69lJhg/TXvvU14V5_I/AAAAAAAACcs/KUlMoLX_TcQ/s320/libbyprogram1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Here is my little superstar before her performance! I love it when I get to dress her up all fancy!  She likes it too, I promise!  She was just extra happy because I told her I wouldn't get the flat iron out to straighten her hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLGmIO2sUTQ/TXvvUrQH72I/AAAAAAAACck/kZeW1Bb4lEo/s1600/libbyprogram2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583319301542637410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLGmIO2sUTQ/TXvvUrQH72I/AAAAAAAACck/kZeW1Bb4lEo/s320/libbyprogram2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She really likes to pose now for her pictures.  Sometimes I have to say, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, that's enough!"  Secretly though I could take her picture and watch her pose all day long!  It's quite amusing some of the stuff she comes up with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6W-HNYa18U/TXvvUWxSFjI/AAAAAAAACcc/lLbAWvz-lgw/s1600/libbyprogram3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583319296044570162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6W-HNYa18U/TXvvUWxSFjI/AAAAAAAACcc/lLbAWvz-lgw/s320/libbyprogram3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I was trying to give her some direction for a pose and she obviously thought she didn't need any assistance being fabulous!  That's the look I get!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eorPRe3NAls/TXvtb6WJSXI/AAAAAAAACcU/MyE2Y5wTo6Y/s1600/IMG_4266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583317226830252402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eorPRe3NAls/TXvtb6WJSXI/AAAAAAAACcU/MyE2Y5wTo6Y/s320/IMG_4266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here she is making her entrance into the gym for the big performance!  She's silly!  But on another note, look how my child is dresses compared to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...the girl in front of her!  May I just say it was early March, cold and windy out that day!  Cold!!!  Not sundress and sandal weather.  And that was not the only girl dressed that way.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uW1ADT7NFM/TXvtblyFUOI/AAAAAAAACcM/e8BmGrWjh5c/s1600/IMG_4269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583317221310288098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uW1ADT7NFM/TXvtblyFUOI/AAAAAAAACcM/e8BmGrWjh5c/s320/IMG_4269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the show begin!  I wish I would have had my new camera so I could have gotten better pictures!  Anyway...Here's the story line:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The principal of the elementary school is retiring and they have to find a replacement.  The children want to make sure they find the perfect principal.  So they hide a pea in a bowl of soup.  The principal who discovers the pea is the right fit for their school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYiCP-hLEbg/TXvtbVpp-kI/AAAAAAAACcE/hes8GNmIJsY/s1600/IMG_4271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583317216979974722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYiCP-hLEbg/TXvtbVpp-kI/AAAAAAAACcE/hes8GNmIJsY/s320/IMG_4271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Plot twist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;They find the perfect principal but...he loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brussel&lt;/span&gt; sprouts and decides they will be served everyday for lunch!  It was pretty funny!  The kids did a great job with the singing and dancing.  And yes, I had my camcorder and taped the whole thing!  So I really wasn't too upset my pictures didn't turn out that great.  Libby wanted to watch the show when we got home.  After I quick drive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; for some celebratory ice cream that is exactly what we did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-1592159170169133349?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1592159170169133349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1592159170169133349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1592159170169133349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1592159170169133349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-grade-program.html' title='First Grade Program'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BdBs69lJhg/TXvvU14V5_I/AAAAAAAACcs/KUlMoLX_TcQ/s72-c/libbyprogram1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-8220708646473555419</id><published>2011-03-12T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:18:23.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini 4H</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Libby brought home some papers from school for Mini 4H.  She was so excited and said she wanted to sign up.  There is a choice of about 10 categories you can choose from.  You get to pick two.  Libby picked sewing and photography (after I told her photography meant taking pictures).  We went to the 4H building and signed up and picked up her packets.  She read through them on the way home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihVbFsrfPW4/TXvsGR5XpNI/AAAAAAAACb8/KQHZ1ch88L0/s1600/IMG_4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583315755683259602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihVbFsrfPW4/TXvsGR5XpNI/AAAAAAAACb8/KQHZ1ch88L0/s320/IMG_4220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;One of the packets had the 4H pledge.  She read it several times in the car on the way home.  Then when we got home she wanted to show me how good she had gotten at saying the 4H pledge.  I like how she even put her hand over her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6BhCM5ISAo/TXvsGafs4TI/AAAAAAAACb0/C-JQM88zXgc/s1600/IMG_4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583315757991518514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6BhCM5ISAo/TXvsGafs4TI/AAAAAAAACb0/C-JQM88zXgc/s320/IMG_4222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Here she is taking a bow for her great performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She's so dramatic!  I'm glad my child is so entertaining.  I would still love her if she was boring...but I love her even more because she makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7fHmiAfLeo/TXvsFhW_2rI/AAAAAAAACbs/0vVIDp6-2CI/s1600/IMG_4218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583315742654192306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7fHmiAfLeo/TXvsFhW_2rI/AAAAAAAACbs/0vVIDp6-2CI/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She started right away on the photography.  She thought she should take a picture of herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2f6qHGuxIDM/TXvsFVfWo-I/AAAAAAAACbk/L2ZpodPQbmQ/s1600/IMG_4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583315739468014562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2f6qHGuxIDM/TXvsFVfWo-I/AAAAAAAACbk/L2ZpodPQbmQ/s320/IMG_4224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She also thought she should take a picture of me doing laundry.  Maybe our first lesson should be subject matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egvmumq483g/TXvsFRrjqkI/AAAAAAAACbc/HOT4iQC7PxQ/s1600/IMG_4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583315738445457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egvmumq483g/TXvsFRrjqkI/AAAAAAAACbc/HOT4iQC7PxQ/s320/IMG_4226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Another self-portrait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-8220708646473555419?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/8220708646473555419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=8220708646473555419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/8220708646473555419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/8220708646473555419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/03/mini-4h.html' title='Mini 4H'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihVbFsrfPW4/TXvsGR5XpNI/AAAAAAAACb8/KQHZ1ch88L0/s72-c/IMG_4220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2534382826821413198</id><published>2011-03-10T20:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:08:49.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OK...it may only be March, but my baby is turning 7 in July! It's so hard to believe! I've always heard other parents say how time goes by so fast and I never believed them. To me, other people's children stay kids forever it seems! I also used to think my mom was crazy when she would say how quickly you forget what your children were like when they were young. I told myself, "I'm not like that! I would never forget! I'll remember everything!" But now...Oh how my perspective has changed! I'm so glad I've taken so many pictures over the years, because believe me...sometimes you need a little reminder to get those memories started! But how sweet they are once I do remember something I'd forgotten...something I swore I wouldn't forget! So please take a few minutes and take a random trip down memory lane with me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3e5Mxs6vKc/TXmEEDT2JyI/AAAAAAAACa0/_dIxduzJMIk/s1600/MVC-012F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582638418245330722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3e5Mxs6vKc/TXmEEDT2JyI/AAAAAAAACa0/_dIxduzJMIk/s320/MVC-012F.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I had more pictures of me pregnant. I have this one, when I'm 28 weeks. My other picture is before I left for the hospital to deliver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JCOJVOOVj0/TXmEDvuNtuI/AAAAAAAACas/05xinT6crd0/s1600/100_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582638412987217634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JCOJVOOVj0/TXmEDvuNtuI/AAAAAAAACas/05xinT6crd0/s320/100_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elizabeth Grace Hoover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My little Libby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The was her first night at home. She's two days old and as orange as a sweet potato! She had to come home on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bili&lt;/span&gt; blanket. Even though I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; nurse, there are things you don't think about when you become a mom. If this was a baby at work, I would tell you in an instant this is one jaundiced baby! But since it was my baby, I just thought she had gotten her daddy's coloring...tan! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! I still laugh about that! Just look at that color!! But she's beautiful...and tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEKBUlNQWm4/TXmEDQtZQiI/AAAAAAAACak/EexrYQJBIg8/s1600/100_3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582638404662280738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEKBUlNQWm4/TXmEDQtZQiI/AAAAAAAACak/EexrYQJBIg8/s320/100_3574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love this picture. This was taken when she was three. We were outside playing in the leaves. I would rake them into a big pile and she would run and jump in the leaves over and over again. Sometimes she would just lie there and look at the leaves and the sky, like in this picture. I could kiss that face all day long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWW3sx5RpBI/TXl_O1sioNI/AAAAAAAACac/mbYbiKAn_l0/s1600/100_3021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582633106011234514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWW3sx5RpBI/TXl_O1sioNI/AAAAAAAACac/mbYbiKAn_l0/s320/100_3021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You may think I had a baby, but really she's 50% puppy, 50% baby. This is when she was going through her puppy phase. We had just finished decorating a cake and she wanted some icing...on the floor, in a dish...so she could lick it up like a dog! I love that face! Look how happy my little puppy is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look at her little diaper butt! My heart is aching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6FUIgIfEGU/TXl_N5tZ7jI/AAAAAAAACaU/GB1dS4cFl2Y/s1600/100_2932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582633089908731442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6FUIgIfEGU/TXl_N5tZ7jI/AAAAAAAACaU/GB1dS4cFl2Y/s320/100_2932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Call me crazy, but I love the face she makes when she cries! Whenever she cries, to this day, she gets these two little creases on her forehead between her eyebrows. And when I look at her like that I can always see her as she was when she was my newborn baby. She's two in this picture and wearing the John Deere jumper I made her. The head scarf is the best! Cutie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Patootie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CB0yd5kl8NE/TXl_NEUDzzI/AAAAAAAACaM/FuZzZOkZH7M/s1600/100_2757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582633075575344946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CB0yd5kl8NE/TXl_NEUDzzI/AAAAAAAACaM/FuZzZOkZH7M/s320/100_2757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It gets very muddy around our house in the spring. I bought these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rain boots&lt;/span&gt; for Libby so she could still play on her playground. They went up to her knees. They were a little big. She loved them. She had been outside playing all day. She was taking a short rest in her "clubhouse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORwaVp7oYRc/TXl_MvbCrkI/AAAAAAAACaE/fevD-H7FfpE/s1600/100_2547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582633069967486530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORwaVp7oYRc/TXl_MvbCrkI/AAAAAAAACaE/fevD-H7FfpE/s320/100_2547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More crying! Again...I love that face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfzvZu6GEYs/TXl_MOQRldI/AAAAAAAACZ8/2Ec-bp0bgTY/s1600/100_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582633061063955922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfzvZu6GEYs/TXl_MOQRldI/AAAAAAAACZ8/2Ec-bp0bgTY/s320/100_1934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I took Libby to the park after I had gotten her one year old pictures taken so I could take some of her outside with nature. They turned out to be some of my favorites. Look how she is studying that little petal. And her little ponytail with the tiny pink bow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So sweet. My Beautiful Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rORptN7-V3M/TXl8TN_1zyI/AAAAAAAACZ0/8ve1-F4lUZY/s1600/100_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582629882719227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rORptN7-V3M/TXl8TN_1zyI/AAAAAAAACZ0/8ve1-F4lUZY/s320/100_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love her hair in this picture! It really kills me! She had just gone swimming in her new baby pool and I brought her inside, got her dressed and popped this headband on. That face, that hair, her little fat feet with the curled up toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnkfvcaLHDM/TXl8S4cqBbI/AAAAAAAACZs/oBR6WMyWwXc/s1600/100_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582629876934510002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnkfvcaLHDM/TXl8S4cqBbI/AAAAAAAACZs/oBR6WMyWwXc/s320/100_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I took Libby outside to get some pictures of her when she was 10 months old since I didn't take her anywhere to get 9 month pictures...bad mommy! She found those helicopters that fall from the trees. She thought they looked tasty, but quickly changed her mind! But I got a great picture out of it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrSkfXbXJFM/TXl8SmzdpvI/AAAAAAAACZk/OAMIfZ3PJg0/s1600/100_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582629872198330098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrSkfXbXJFM/TXl8SmzdpvI/AAAAAAAACZk/OAMIfZ3PJg0/s320/100_1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I find this picture amusing. She had just woke up from a nap and her daddy thought it was time she tried her first girl scout cookie. It was one of those peanut butter sandwich cookies. She got it nice and gooey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8rdZZeumTY/TXl8SXg-8pI/AAAAAAAACZc/YyxblM48jCs/s1600/100_2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582629868094288530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8rdZZeumTY/TXl8SXg-8pI/AAAAAAAACZc/YyxblM48jCs/s320/100_2705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The palm tree ponytail on top of the head never gets old! Barely two and already a movie star! Libby has always had an impressive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sunglasses&lt;/span&gt; collection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look at her tiny little lips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLCJZ7BazGs/TXl8Sa37wdI/AAAAAAAACZU/8REqkOxoVwA/s1600/100_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582629868995854802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLCJZ7BazGs/TXl8Sa37wdI/AAAAAAAACZU/8REqkOxoVwA/s320/100_0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is probably one of my all time favorite pictures.  It's the hat.  It reminds me of a "Little House on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt;" sleeping cap.  It cracks me up.  I love her chubby little cheeks, her cheesy little smile, her pretty blue eyes and I could go on all day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could look at pictures of Libby all day long, over and over.  It never gets old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My baby...forever and ever...no matter how old she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-2534382826821413198?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2534382826821413198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2534382826821413198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2534382826821413198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2534382826821413198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-nostalgic.html' title='Feeling Nostalgic'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3e5Mxs6vKc/TXmEEDT2JyI/AAAAAAAACa0/_dIxduzJMIk/s72-c/MVC-012F.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-9048965956233525603</id><published>2011-02-18T11:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:14:53.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You would have thought that if you were at our house this past weekend. Since Valentine's Day was on Monday, Libby and I celebrated over the weekend...the whole weekend. I picked Libby up from school on Friday and we went shopping for treat bag stuff for her school Valentine's party on Monday. Then we went out for dinner at Cracker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barrel&lt;/span&gt; and requested a table by the fire. It was so nice! I was warm and toasty all through dinner.  Libby got hot and had to move to a chair across the table, away from the fire.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I told Libby Saturday was going to be our fun day and asked her what she wanted to do.  I was going to take her somewhere and do something.  Sometimes I think I really do have the sweetest little girl in the world.  She was so excited about Fun Day.  She said we could play games all day, read books and drink hot chocolate!  I love her to pieces!  So that is what we did on Saturday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On Sunday we went out to eat at a little local place called Mike's Pizza.   We had a nice little table by the fire.  I stayed warm and toasty all through dinner.  Libby got hot and had to move to a seat across the table, away from the fire.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh...How could I forget Libby's  Valentine's surprise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imG4xNR9OjE/TV6bpuyywUI/AAAAAAAACZM/EqI617lG394/s1600/IMG_4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575064529969267010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imG4xNR9OjE/TV6bpuyywUI/AAAAAAAACZM/EqI617lG394/s320/IMG_4167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Before I let Libby open her prize, I wanted to check the lighting to make sure there wasn't going to be a glare.  This is the pose Libby gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbjBVLjSLk/TV6bpMedrvI/AAAAAAAACZE/ekiy-fMSUGs/s1600/IMG_4168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575064520757194482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbjBVLjSLk/TV6bpMedrvI/AAAAAAAACZE/ekiy-fMSUGs/s320/IMG_4168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Let the fun begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6TR4twWKNK4/TV6bpJGKezI/AAAAAAAACY8/mIUWlAPGnTs/s1600/IMG_4170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575064519849966386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6TR4twWKNK4/TV6bpJGKezI/AAAAAAAACY8/mIUWlAPGnTs/s320/IMG_4170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A box of Tinkerbell chocolate!  It just doesn't get better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Or does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loqEiKoq1k8/TV6bo5WGPyI/AAAAAAAACY0/CKeUlM1z2EY/s1600/IMG_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575064515621830434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-loqEiKoq1k8/TV6bo5WGPyI/AAAAAAAACY0/CKeUlM1z2EY/s320/IMG_4172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Valentine's Slipper socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5O1a2vGgPWU/TV6boujxW1I/AAAAAAAACYs/b2kSmuZ-jeY/s1600/IMG_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575064512726391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5O1a2vGgPWU/TV6boujxW1I/AAAAAAAACYs/b2kSmuZ-jeY/s320/IMG_4179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lots of Valentine socks!  Libby loves funny socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4wh_JEbBVo/TV6anCWSJUI/AAAAAAAACYk/g5LQfBoVkWY/s1600/IMG_4177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575063384167163202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4wh_JEbBVo/TV6anCWSJUI/AAAAAAAACYk/g5LQfBoVkWY/s320/IMG_4177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She also loves stickers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_lTzdIyrJI/TV6am18KU2I/AAAAAAAACYc/LgMzxzPc3vU/s1600/IMG_4182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575063380836373346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_lTzdIyrJI/TV6am18KU2I/AAAAAAAACYc/LgMzxzPc3vU/s320/IMG_4182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...pens and notebooks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz63ufJZ15M/TV6aml-5pOI/AAAAAAAACYU/HDG1Oua6KgE/s1600/IMG_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575063376552895714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz63ufJZ15M/TV6aml-5pOI/AAAAAAAACYU/HDG1Oua6KgE/s320/IMG_4184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Since spring is just around the corner, according to Mr. Groundhog, it's time for a new umbrella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rOrZa_MQ4Y/TV6amUh33GI/AAAAAAAACYM/xYuiSywAmBE/s1600/IMG_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575063371867741282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rOrZa_MQ4Y/TV6amUh33GI/AAAAAAAACYM/xYuiSywAmBE/s320/IMG_4188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Libby was pretty excited about this umbrella because she said it was just like Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Poppins'&lt;/span&gt; umbrella in the Jolly Holiday song.  I love this little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnrYSTK-Hwg/TV6amVpOKPI/AAAAAAAACYE/KAibQjUjjrk/s1600/IMG_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575063372166998258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnrYSTK-Hwg/TV6amVpOKPI/AAAAAAAACYE/KAibQjUjjrk/s320/IMG_4190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love that she gets excited about anything and everything makes her happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Like these Valentine's tights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLYl2Qq6jGc/TV6Zd6B2NbI/AAAAAAAACX8/2Su4HcL6Iz8/s1600/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575062127803512242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLYl2Qq6jGc/TV6Zd6B2NbI/AAAAAAAACX8/2Su4HcL6Iz8/s320/IMG_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We are getting to the big presents now.  See I told you...Christmas all over again!  I have no self control!  Just look how happy she is, so it's all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STu0V-r6jTw/TV6ZdjmTGsI/AAAAAAAACX0/d0CMrbedk1E/s1600/IMG_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575062121782385346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STu0V-r6jTw/TV6ZdjmTGsI/AAAAAAAACX0/d0CMrbedk1E/s320/IMG_4202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Two new Tinkerbell dolls: Fawn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Iridessa&lt;/span&gt;.  Libby opened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iridessa&lt;/span&gt; first.  When she noticed she had two boxes shaped the same she said she hoped the next box was Fawn.  It was!  You would have thought she just won the lottery!  Of course I didn't think this through very well.  After Libby opened all her presents, she ditched me and went upstairs to play...leaving me all alone...to crochet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFEsK7A1zN0/TV6Zdd2B3yI/AAAAAAAACXs/EZGmbvBb5Lw/s1600/IMG_4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575062120237752098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFEsK7A1zN0/TV6Zdd2B3yI/AAAAAAAACXs/EZGmbvBb5Lw/s320/IMG_4205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Speaking of which, here is one of my latest projects.  I made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; case/pouch for Libby.  Isn't it cute?!  She loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKAhtVTWdJU/TV6ZdAuxq-I/AAAAAAAACXk/N652Po4tqZk/s1600/IMG_4206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575062112422702050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKAhtVTWdJU/TV6ZdAuxq-I/AAAAAAAACXk/N652Po4tqZk/s320/IMG_4206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Perfect fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojbjlSSec_E/TV6ZdAlQFxI/AAAAAAAACXc/PGfJaJOejYg/s1600/IMG_4207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575062112382752530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojbjlSSec_E/TV6ZdAlQFxI/AAAAAAAACXc/PGfJaJOejYg/s320/IMG_4207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is another one of my projects I just finished.  I made a baby blanket for one of my friend's little boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colten&lt;/span&gt;.  He was born in October, but I didn't know how to crochet then!  My friend just got the blanket today and loved it.  She's supposed to be sending me a pic with the baby in the blanket!  I'm really pleased with how it turned out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And that pretty much sums up the week for my little love bug and me!  I hope all of you found something to warm your hearts and bring you joy this week.  My week was overflowing with love and joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-9048965956233525603?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/9048965956233525603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=9048965956233525603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/9048965956233525603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/9048965956233525603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-it-christmas.html' title='Is it Christmas?'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imG4xNR9OjE/TV6bpuyywUI/AAAAAAAACZM/EqI617lG394/s72-c/IMG_4167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-4610073705815371678</id><published>2011-02-18T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:09:45.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo shoot with Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Libby and I wanted to take some pictures of Nana for Michelle and Trevor's birthday card.  (Nana used to be Michelle's dog.) Not just a picture...we wanted Nana to wear a party hat and a lei.  It sounded easy enough.  Libby and I went over to Mike's house with our party attire and camera to see Nana.  She was very excited to see us, so we had to play with her for a while until she calmed down.  Then we put a lei and a party hat on her and were ready for pictures.  Except...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpqvvf0_dfs/TV6YQp_tKsI/AAAAAAAACXU/hhrlGJt8F3M/s1600/IMG_4208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575060800649636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpqvvf0_dfs/TV6YQp_tKsI/AAAAAAAACXU/hhrlGJt8F3M/s320/IMG_4208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nana wouldn't sit still.  She kept following us.  Then she was trying to chew her lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCICx7yOBfQ/TV6YQfqaU4I/AAAAAAAACXM/VhS20np7sNY/s1600/IMG_4210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575060797875966850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCICx7yOBfQ/TV6YQfqaU4I/AAAAAAAACXM/VhS20np7sNY/s320/IMG_4210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then she wouldn't look at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMhrO7GVyIE/TV6YQdqak7I/AAAAAAAACXE/wok8aNvIgcM/s1600/IMG_4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575060797339112370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMhrO7GVyIE/TV6YQdqak7I/AAAAAAAACXE/wok8aNvIgcM/s320/IMG_4211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Her party hat fell off.  Well, she shook it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWwdN6Eu-34/TV6YQDHIglI/AAAAAAAACW8/4gqCQLRbjOA/s1600/IMG_4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575060790211805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWwdN6Eu-34/TV6YQDHIglI/AAAAAAAACW8/4gqCQLRbjOA/s320/IMG_4212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That's just not a pretty face.  And her hat at the back of her neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bVFkULQld0/TV6YP3p5feI/AAAAAAAACW0/2rLp78oVLik/s1600/IMG_4213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575060787136396770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bVFkULQld0/TV6YP3p5feI/AAAAAAAACW0/2rLp78oVLik/s320/IMG_4213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OK.  It's time for Libby to take control of the situation.  Nana is excited Libby is going to be in the picture with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgsGidUli0w/TV6W2xSAGSI/AAAAAAAACWs/6Sni3nqFQEs/s1600/IMG_4214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575059256417196322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgsGidUli0w/TV6W2xSAGSI/AAAAAAAACWs/6Sni3nqFQEs/s320/IMG_4214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finally!  There's the shot!  Who wouldn't want to be at this party!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm so glad I am a baby nurse and not a pet photographer!  The babies are way more cooperative when I try to take their picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-4610073705815371678?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/4610073705815371678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=4610073705815371678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4610073705815371678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4610073705815371678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/02/photo-shoot-with-nana.html' title='Photo shoot with Nana'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpqvvf0_dfs/TV6YQp_tKsI/AAAAAAAACXU/hhrlGJt8F3M/s72-c/IMG_4208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7973537642508413215</id><published>2011-02-11T20:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:53:57.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Michelle and Trevor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We have two birthdays to celebrate this month. Libby's "Big Sister" Michelle, and her little boy, who Libby calls, "Mean Trevor." They are both in Florida right now so we can't spend their special day with them, so we thought we would throw them a party and pretend they were here with us! First, we had to make a cake! Since it's close to Valentine's Day, we chose a heart shaped chocolate brownie cake! Yum! Actually, we tried a new recipe: Beanie Brownies! Healthy and delicious! I'll add the recipe at the end of the post for those of you brave enough to try something new! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM2yqDUiWAQ/TVa7uhccD8I/AAAAAAAACWk/dmeO3-B1EVs/s1600/IMG_4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847996843593666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM2yqDUiWAQ/TVa7uhccD8I/AAAAAAAACWk/dmeO3-B1EVs/s320/IMG_4124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; little assistant baker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdDFVJvqypk/TVa7uYAoh6I/AAAAAAAACWc/7w35QbAAOkc/s1600/IMG_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847994311051170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdDFVJvqypk/TVa7uYAoh6I/AAAAAAAACWc/7w35QbAAOkc/s320/IMG_4128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her job is to add ingredients, sample, and lick the bowl! She does it very well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvkG4xCDZiM/TVa6-Wn8MDI/AAAAAAAACWU/MAjM15xxIbY/s1600/IMG_4126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847169305325618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvkG4xCDZiM/TVa6-Wn8MDI/AAAAAAAACWU/MAjM15xxIbY/s320/IMG_4126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who wants some chocolate kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIXwaE71pv0/TVa6-FC-txI/AAAAAAAACWM/panvFQi1ZJk/s1600/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847164586899218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIXwaE71pv0/TVa6-FC-txI/AAAAAAAACWM/panvFQi1ZJk/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yum! Look at all that chocolate deliciousness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby is the birthday boy by proxy! She's pretending she's Trevor! It's his 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday! We haven't seen him since he was 2 months old! That's when Libby gave him his nickname "Mean Trevor." Libby said he kept hitting her! Uh-huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgl1DvxmA2c/TVa69kZKkjI/AAAAAAAACWE/gg-WNClP2bI/s1600/IMG_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847155821580850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgl1DvxmA2c/TVa69kZKkjI/AAAAAAAACWE/gg-WNClP2bI/s320/IMG_4135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is Libby making a wish for Trevor and blowing out his candles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXhiCMyWvMQ/TVa69t9gYDI/AAAAAAAACV8/5_JJ347thYI/s1600/IMG_4137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847158389923890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXhiCMyWvMQ/TVa69t9gYDI/AAAAAAAACV8/5_JJ347thYI/s320/IMG_4137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think his wish came true!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Especially if he wished for one super cool Aunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuLE_ADKKDQ/TVa69QIOzmI/AAAAAAAACV0/ZP3Z5rT-zEM/s1600/IMG_4138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572847150381846114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuLE_ADKKDQ/TVa69QIOzmI/AAAAAAAACV0/ZP3Z5rT-zEM/s320/IMG_4138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby loves a good party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4ba1dd6d865b06c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4ba1dd6d865b06c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333013178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CA03FBFCB86C86CE2BAA380861768C5721FE419.54A898848AF6CE5C785E91047D97CEEB94449E75%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4ba1dd6d865b06c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUUQKLtv0lz7PtaV43_lDK37uDT8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4ba1dd6d865b06c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333013178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CA03FBFCB86C86CE2BAA380861768C5721FE419.54A898848AF6CE5C785E91047D97CEEB94449E75%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4ba1dd6d865b06c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUUQKLtv0lz7PtaV43_lDK37uDT8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's a party without the Happy Birthday song?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mean Trevor and Big Sister! Hope you have a great day and get everything you wish for! Wish we were there with you! Lots of Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Recipe for Beanie Brownies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1 box low fat brownies; 1 can black beans;  Puree can of black beans in blender. Do not drain beans before you puree.  Combine brownie mix and beans in bowl.  Mix well.  If batter is a little too thick add a little water.  Pour into greased pan.  Follow baking directions on box.  For icing:  Put a tub of sugar free chocolate icing in microwave for 10-15 seconds until &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;melty&lt;/span&gt;.  With pastry brush, glaze brownies.  Let cool.  Enjoy!  Don't worry...you can't even taste the beans!  Low fat brownies loaded with fiber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-7973537642508413215?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7973537642508413215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7973537642508413215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7973537642508413215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7973537642508413215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-michelle-and-trevor.html' title='Happy Birthday Michelle and Trevor!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM2yqDUiWAQ/TVa7uhccD8I/AAAAAAAACWk/dmeO3-B1EVs/s72-c/IMG_4124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2311508436770007802</id><published>2011-02-05T20:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:28:15.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do on a Snowy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby and I usually go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; on Friday nights. This Friday we went to see Beauty and the Beast which was playing at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tipton&lt;/span&gt; High School. My brother Jack and his three girls went along with us. I love watching Libby react to what she sees. She is at the age that she still thinks things are real...like the actors on stage. She was literally sitting on the edge of her seat while she was watching the musical. It was a very good performance, and for $5/ticket...you can't beat that kind of entertainment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Since we missed our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; trip Friday, I was planning on going Saturday after breakfast. That's when I looked outside...Snow. Not just flurries, it was coming down fast and steady. Crap. I thought about still going before it got worse. Then I remembered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have a parking garage. I get kind of spoiled parking in a garage at home and at work. I don't really ever have to clean snow off my truck. I didn't want to start today. Cancel the trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. Libby, she's a little smarter than me...when I told her we couldn't go, she said, "I already knew that because I saw the snow." There you go. I'm not smarter than a first grader!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now to think of things to fill the day. We already watched several episodes of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iCarly&lt;/span&gt;, read 7 books, made each other Valentine's cards with paper, markers and stickers, played go fish...it was time to dig deeper into my bag of tricks. I suggested cooking something. Libby was all for it! She loves to bake. She wanted to make something out of her Paula Dean "My First Cookbook." The only thing I had all the ingredients for were vanilla cupcakes. Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-EaXu5hI/AAAAAAAACVE/cvutBBGfYkI/s1600/IMG_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570387665878967826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-EaXu5hI/AAAAAAAACVE/cvutBBGfYkI/s320/IMG_4149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is Libby reading the directions. At first she is really reading, then she starts making up her own story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-DzQCRbI/AAAAAAAACU8/qXudEW5BHtU/s1600/IMG_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570387655377700274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-DzQCRbI/AAAAAAAACU8/qXudEW5BHtU/s320/IMG_4150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then she decides she won't cooperate with pictures today. She likes to have her picture taken, more than most children I think! But sometimes she thinks it's funnier when she hides from the camera! Little booger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-DiWN3DI/AAAAAAAACU0/7_ZqKTk6aaM/s1600/IMG_4151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570387650840222770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-DiWN3DI/AAAAAAAACU0/7_ZqKTk6aaM/s320/IMG_4151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;See that look on her face. She knows she is being difficult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Notice where she is sitting. She likes to sit up on the counter when we bake so she can be right in the middle of all the action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-DI7UKrI/AAAAAAAACUs/dtGXXbTiHWM/s1600/IMG_4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570387644016503474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-DI7UKrI/AAAAAAAACUs/dtGXXbTiHWM/s320/IMG_4152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don't forget the chef's hat! She's hoping she will be able to use her pig whisk that grandma got her, along with her own measuring cups and spoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-C2IrQYI/AAAAAAAACUk/aRIDcYJI620/s1600/IMG_4154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570387638972268930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-C2IrQYI/AAAAAAAACUk/aRIDcYJI620/s320/IMG_4154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But before we really get started Libby thinks we should have a sweet tart and make "sweet tart faces." Here's mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39JtiUEoI/AAAAAAAACUc/xYA9jv2yoKs/s1600/IMG_4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570386657411338882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39JtiUEoI/AAAAAAAACUc/xYA9jv2yoKs/s320/IMG_4155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;...and here is Libby's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39JUBDnWI/AAAAAAAACUU/cpTBlu90Wow/s1600/IMG_4156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570386650560961890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39JUBDnWI/AAAAAAAACUU/cpTBlu90Wow/s320/IMG_4156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A snow day isn't a snow day unless you stay in your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39I8kL0fI/AAAAAAAACUM/LTouJ7h-qBM/s1600/IMG_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570386644265849330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39I8kL0fI/AAAAAAAACUM/LTouJ7h-qBM/s320/IMG_4157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby is surprised by how yummy butter and sugar is whipped together. This is from a girl who likes to eat butter out of the tub...and peanut butter and jelly, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39IDBjiHI/AAAAAAAACT8/EKnc7KqXvj0/s1600/IMG_4160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570386628819781746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU39IDBjiHI/AAAAAAAACT8/EKnc7KqXvj0/s320/IMG_4160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is the real reason Libby likes to bake. The beaters. It doesn't matter what is on them, she wants to lick them. What makes it even better is there is a mirror over our sink (I have no idea why! It came with the house!). Libby likes to watch herself in the mirror to see how messy her face gets while she's licking the beaters. I love this child of mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38YdnLCiI/AAAAAAAACT0/HRWSPC8UtjM/s1600/IMG_4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570385811323161122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38YdnLCiI/AAAAAAAACT0/HRWSPC8UtjM/s320/IMG_4161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The next best thing after the beaters is the sprinkles! It is not truly done until it is covered in sprinkles. And there is no such thing as too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let's talk about the cupcakes for a minute. YUM! I used almond extract instead of vanilla in the cake and icing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; GOOD! I wish you all could taste these cupcakes! If you feel like braving the snow, come on over...we will share our cupcakes with you! But you better hurry...they are going fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let's check on the weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38YCXCYvI/AAAAAAAACTs/rug5HYs5YhU/s1600/IMG_4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570385804007727858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38YCXCYvI/AAAAAAAACTs/rug5HYs5YhU/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Five inches in a matter of hours! Perfect for packing snowballs, snowmen or sledding. Forget about the three inches of ice below it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38X7GsX3I/AAAAAAAACTk/Quq6L0IKz98/s1600/IMG_4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570385802060128114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38X7GsX3I/AAAAAAAACTk/Quq6L0IKz98/s320/IMG_4163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This used to be my playground...well Libby's anyway. It won't be seeing any action for a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38Xh8UqxI/AAAAAAAACTc/d3H3VMlzLjM/s1600/IMG_4164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570385795305745170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38Xh8UqxI/AAAAAAAACTc/d3H3VMlzLjM/s320/IMG_4164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was tempted to get the Christmas decorations back out and decorate this tree outside. Wouldn't some lights and ornaments perk it right up?? I agree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about a little entertainment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38XSdTbsI/AAAAAAAACTU/Waisusx857E/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570385791149108930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU38XSdTbsI/AAAAAAAACTU/Waisusx857E/s320/IMG_4165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mike came by looking for some part for his snow plow. He got stuck in my driveway when he was trying to leave. Libby and I had a few laughs about that. He was in that spot about 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU37ijxFY7I/AAAAAAAACTM/QQ-xfUqTFyg/s1600/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570384885262410674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU37ijxFY7I/AAAAAAAACTM/QQ-xfUqTFyg/s320/IMG_4166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Finally free! No wait...stuck again! Seven more minutes in this spot. A few more giggles from the crowd inside. He got free only to advance a few more feet and get stuck again, only a few minutes this time before he made it to the "shallow" part of the driveway and finally out to the road. Cheers! Libby called him when he made it to the road to tell him she saw that he got stuck. I love it when kids point out the obvious. As long as the pointing isn't at me, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope all of you had your own snow day adventures today! And remember...the groundhog didn't see his shadow, so spring is just around the corner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-2311508436770007802?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2311508436770007802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2311508436770007802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2311508436770007802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2311508436770007802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-to-do-on-snowy-day.html' title='Things to do on a Snowy Day!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TU3-EaXu5hI/AAAAAAAACVE/cvutBBGfYkI/s72-c/IMG_4149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2865103577476245157</id><published>2011-01-30T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T10:23:57.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Many people make New Year's Resolutions...but those are often broken before January is finished.  I've decided to set some goals for myself for the year.  I've read that an important step in obtaining these goals is to share them with others so you will hold yourself accountable.  If people are aware of your goals, you won't dismiss them so easily!  They are also supposed to be reasonable and attainable.  If your goals are unrealistic, you are only setting yourself up for failure.  So here are my goals for the year...feel free to ask me occasionally how I am doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.  Pay off my credit cards and keep them paid off!  It may take all year, but it will happen!  I would like to do something fun with my tax check, but it will go to my credit cards...that will make a nice start to reaching my goal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.  Build up my savings account.  My goal is to have $1000 by the end of the year.  It doesn't sound like much...but I've been broke for a long time, so $1000 sounds great!  Pay off credit cards and save money at the same time...tricky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.  Take Libby to Disney!  I think October is going to be the best time to go!  I can't wait to surprise her with this one!  Pay off credit cards, save money, take big expensive trip...it keeps getting trickier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4.  Lose my last 30 lbs!  I've been working hard this past year, but there is still more to do.  I know I can do it!  It's just going to take a little more time.  I will feel fabulous when I reach my goal...hopefully by summer!  I may even get a tan, too!  I know...wild and crazy!  I'll be smokin' hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5.  Exercise twice a week.  This is my minimum goal.  I would like to fit in more time than that, but I need to be reasonable!  It's hard to get moving with my crazy mixed up work schedule and still spend quality time with Libby.  But I'm already working on making it a habit.  It will be so much easier when winter is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6.  Go on ONE date this year!  Really?  Wow!  I'm torn on this one!  I would like to start dating and getting out more, but I don't want to leave Libby to do it.  Besides the obvious obstacle of actually meeting someone to go out with, how does one just choose to spend time with some guy that you may not even end up liking over spending time with their child?  The guilt is overwhelming!  I don't ever want Libby to feel like she is my second choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7.  Make ONE improvement to my house.  Ugh!  There is so much to do to "this old house!"  This was supposed to be my "fixer-up" dream house.  But that fizzled.  It's so expensive to remodel!  So I've decided maybe I just need to deal with the fact that I may spend my whole life fixing this place up and just start with baby steps...so, ONE improvement, of any kind this year and I will be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8.  Develop/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nurture&lt;/span&gt; a hobby!  There are things I could be doing...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, sewing...but I never take the time to do it.  So my goal is to take time to do something I enjoy!  Maybe even make myself a "craft room" so it is easier for me to get started on my hobbies.  I am doing well with this goal so far!  I've learned to crochet!  I tried to learn when I was pregnant with Libby and I just couldn't grasp it.  I tried it again and it stuck this time!  I was so excited!  I've made four scarves and I'm working on my first baby blanket right now.  It's fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And my final goal is a lifetime goal which I never plan to fail...Show Libby each and every day how much I love her, make her smile and hear her laugh everyday, give her the best childhood possible and be the best mom I can be!  Because really, all my other goals don't matter as long as I can do this one!  Libby's happiness is my happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-2865103577476245157?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2865103577476245157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2865103577476245157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2865103577476245157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2865103577476245157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals-for-2011.html' title='Goals for 2011'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5963985951829599463</id><published>2011-01-26T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:11:24.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Get-away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;One of my best friends from college lives in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Greensburg&lt;/span&gt;, IN.  She has a little boy who just turned four.  Libby and I were invited to his birthday party...a swim party, I should say.  Libby was so excited!  She hasn't been swimming since summer and she couldn't wait to jump in a pool again.  We dug out her swim suit, bought some new goggles, packed our bags and headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Greensburg&lt;/span&gt;.  Since Libby and I never get away, I thought it would be fun to get a hotel (with a pool, of course) and turn our little adventure into a mini-vacation!  Libby has never stayed in a hotel before.  The few times we have actually gone somewhere, we've stayed at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; house.  I wish I had my video camera....Through Libby's eyes the hotel room was a palace!  She was so cute!  She said the room was just what she had dreamed of the night before! Moments like that are priceless.  It's a small price to pay for that kind of happiness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After swimming at the birthday party, Libby and I went back to my friend's house for pizza.  Libby got to spend time playing and I got to visit with my friend!  I don't get to see my friends often, but no matter how much time passes, it's still so effortless to hang out in the kitchen, enjoy some pizza and good conversation as we watch our children play together.  Who would have thought that 19 years ago when we met in the dorm on the first day of college that we would be doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBA-juK7qI/AAAAAAAACS8/mBiMAMs-H7E/s1600/IMG_4117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566520582914895522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBA-juK7qI/AAAAAAAACS8/mBiMAMs-H7E/s320/IMG_4117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here is my little fish swimming at the birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAs-2yEJI/AAAAAAAACS0/FEOKOj1UI20/s1600/IMG_4118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566520280961126546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAs-2yEJI/AAAAAAAACS0/FEOKOj1UI20/s320/IMG_4118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby wanted me to get a picture of her swim suit.  She says it's her most favorite suit ever because it's like a rainbow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAsltfWII/AAAAAAAACSs/yOqeMOheOic/s1600/IMG_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566520274211264642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAsltfWII/AAAAAAAACSs/yOqeMOheOic/s320/IMG_4119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not sure where Libby got her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gansta&lt;/span&gt; pose...She wanted to unpack our bags at the hotel and put everything away.  She was "organizing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAsaxvelI/AAAAAAAACSk/OuJyjPb3UQ8/s1600/IMG_4120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566520271276309074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAsaxvelI/AAAAAAAACSk/OuJyjPb3UQ8/s320/IMG_4120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here is Libby relaxing on one of the comfy hotel beds watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. The next morning when we woke up, Libby wanted to make her bed (which she never does at home).  Then she said she would make my bed, too.  I had added an extra blanket to my bed under the comforter before I went to sleep.  She even took the blanket back off and made the bed like it was before.  Then she was careful to put all the pillows back just the way they were when we got there.  I didn't have the heart to tell her housekeeping would be coming through to clean the room.  She was so proud of herself.  Sometimes I think I have the sweetest little girl in the world!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAsN6Dp8I/AAAAAAAACSc/idh4F_TvQVs/s1600/IMG_4121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566520267821524930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBAsN6Dp8I/AAAAAAAACSc/idh4F_TvQVs/s320/IMG_4121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Back at home...back to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I thought I would try braiding Libby's hair before school.  I had fifteen minutes to get it done before Libby had to get dressed and catch the bus.  I would like to say I knocked it out..but it took me 20 minutes, so I had to take Libby to school!  Fail!  But look how cute she looked with her braids, plaid skirt, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt; boots!  My heart really will break when Libby decides she's old enough to dress herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBArxFolEI/AAAAAAAACSU/f1O9DczDJAY/s1600/IMG_4123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566520260085453890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBArxFolEI/AAAAAAAACSU/f1O9DczDJAY/s320/IMG_4123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She also wanted to be sure I got a picture of her finger nails.  They don't match her outfit at all...but I'm trying to just let that go!  She thinks its so cool when I paint her nails in different colors.  She's so easy to please...I hope she never changes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-5963985951829599463?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5963985951829599463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5963985951829599463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5963985951829599463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5963985951829599463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-get-away.html' title='Weekend Get-away'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TUBA-juK7qI/AAAAAAAACS8/mBiMAMs-H7E/s72-c/IMG_4117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7137846893461418013</id><published>2011-01-24T12:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:04:31.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter is long and it seems most of our time is spent at home these days.  Once in a while we get some visitors...like my nieces!  I took advantage of having all these girls around and practiced my newly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; braiding skills.  I still need more practice.  I'm a little slow.  Hopefully soon I will be swift enough to braid Libby's hair before school! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT24ROdt7zI/AAAAAAAACSM/k2Het6mmwqA/s1600/IMG_4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565807320579829554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT24ROdt7zI/AAAAAAAACSM/k2Het6mmwqA/s320/IMG_4107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Libby and I were at the grocery store and she saw these mini bananas.  I thought they would taste different, maybe a little sweeter, but they tasted the exact same.  She had fun eating them anyway.  I'm not really sure why you need a mini banana though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT235zyabaI/AAAAAAAACSE/sSZpptZOirk/s1600/IMG_4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565806918281883042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT235zyabaI/AAAAAAAACSE/sSZpptZOirk/s320/IMG_4108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Libby is lounging on the couch in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggie&lt;/span&gt;.  It's a good thing she is always warm and toasty.  I'm not sure that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggie&lt;/span&gt; would be enough to warm me up when I'm cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT235LhltyI/AAAAAAAACR8/-oSuci-AElI/s1600/IMG_4110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565806907473901346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT235LhltyI/AAAAAAAACR8/-oSuci-AElI/s320/IMG_4110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here is Cassie modeling her hair-do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT23432J4wI/AAAAAAAACR0/FF9TRSpoSkI/s1600/IMG_4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565806902191448834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT23432J4wI/AAAAAAAACR0/FF9TRSpoSkI/s320/IMG_4112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT2338dfFGI/AAAAAAAACRs/OQgOrOTNnYw/s1600/IMG_4113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565806886250288226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT2338dfFGI/AAAAAAAACRs/OQgOrOTNnYw/s320/IMG_4113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Libby and Julianna got matching braids...because they like to copy off each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT233n8PtnI/AAAAAAAACRk/9Fnd_hBbuQY/s1600/IMG_4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565806880742159986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT233n8PtnI/AAAAAAAACRk/9Fnd_hBbuQY/s320/IMG_4114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; didn't get her braids until later because she was busy playing Barbies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-7137846893461418013?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7137846893461418013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7137846893461418013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7137846893461418013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7137846893461418013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/01/lounging-at-home.html' title='Lounging at Home'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TT24ROdt7zI/AAAAAAAACSM/k2Het6mmwqA/s72-c/IMG_4107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2943005859405752689</id><published>2011-01-12T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:57:26.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party, Curly Hair and School Delays, oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;Such excitement all in one week!  A day with Libby is never boring and I am thankful for that.  Sometimes I wonder if all kids are this entertaining, or is it just mine?  Or, am I just easily entertained? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS3n4emsGcI/AAAAAAAACRc/CjdM939VoGY/s1600/IMG_4099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561356072346458562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS3n4emsGcI/AAAAAAAACRc/CjdM939VoGY/s320/IMG_4099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Always one to pose for a picture, Libby models her monkey hat and coat she got for Christmas.  She really is such a monkey!  A few months ago, she asked me why I started her in gymnastics (she's been going since she was three).  I told her she always used to jump on the bed and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somersaults&lt;/span&gt;, so I figured she must be part monkey, so I took her to gymnastics.  She was very amused at my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-k3klKWI/AAAAAAAACRU/fYNwVY6xkj0/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310655474379106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-k3klKWI/AAAAAAAACRU/fYNwVY6xkj0/s320/IMG_4095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;Here is one of the outfits Libby got for Christmas.  It looks so stinking cute on her!  She let me take a picture, but she wanted her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tootsie&lt;/span&gt; roll in the picture, too.  Notice her hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-MEFbJ1I/AAAAAAAACRM/JDpSkeXuoSg/s1600/IMG_4096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310229336631122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-MEFbJ1I/AAAAAAAACRM/JDpSkeXuoSg/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;I think I may have done some permanent damage to Libby by always straightening her hair.  It is curly underneath, but straight on top, so I have to blow it out straight.  The girl is fascinated with curly hair now!  She gets so excited when her hair is curly.  She likes to have her hair braided so when she takes the braids out, her hair is curly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-Lo-ACAI/AAAAAAAACRE/GwxCoEiH-h4/s1600/IMG_4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310222057736194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-Lo-ACAI/AAAAAAAACRE/GwxCoEiH-h4/s320/IMG_4097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;Curly hair...like a dream come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-LWnUfAI/AAAAAAAACQ8/yX16GD-EiHk/s1600/IMG_4100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310217130769410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-LWnUfAI/AAAAAAAACQ8/yX16GD-EiHk/s320/IMG_4100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Libby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I were having a little tea party with the set she got for Xmas.  Some of her friends stopped by to join us...Santa, Rudolph, Penguin, and Snoopy.  It was most delightful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-LCvEXkI/AAAAAAAACQ0/XWCmkuCYXGw/s1600/IMG_4103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310211794558530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-LCvEXkI/AAAAAAAACQ0/XWCmkuCYXGw/s320/IMG_4103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instruct Libby&lt;/span&gt; on lifting her pinkie up while she sipped her tea.  And yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; really is tea in the cups!  Because what is the point of having a tea party without tea?  Not any party I would want to attend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-K3Fb4BI/AAAAAAAACQs/8OZ-TwTvtao/s1600/IMG_4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310208667148306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS2-K3Fb4BI/AAAAAAAACQs/8OZ-TwTvtao/s320/IMG_4104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Libby's school was cancelled today.  When I told  her, she clapped, cheered and jumped for joy!  She said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  No homework!"  The next sentence out of her mouth was, "Mommy can I work in my homework book?"  That is what she calls her little workbook we have at home for leisure time!  I hope she stays this excited about learning, studying and homework her entire life!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My little genius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-2943005859405752689?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2943005859405752689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2943005859405752689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2943005859405752689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2943005859405752689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/01/tea-party-curly-hair-and-school-delays.html' title='Tea Party, Curly Hair and School Delays, oh my!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TS3n4emsGcI/AAAAAAAACRc/CjdM939VoGY/s72-c/IMG_4099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-3554509474617441490</id><published>2011-01-08T16:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:14:32.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I love Christmas!  I love the decorating, the lights, the ornaments and shopping for my baby!  I don't understand my strong desire to give my child everything imaginable for Christmas.  She gets plenty through the year, so it's not that I feel I'm depriving her.  She doesn't ever ask for anything except "surprises!"  I think the real reason I can't contain myself is because I am still a child at heart and I love toys!  I love when Libby is opening a present and seeing the expression on her face when she figures out what is inside the package.  It's what really fuels my fire!  I guess it is a good thing Libby is an only child, because this is what our tree looked like Christmas morning...and yes, all the presents are for Libby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSp561PN9fI/AAAAAAAACQk/tJOkifV5iZk/s1600/xmas2010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560390741572580850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSp561PN9fI/AAAAAAAACQk/tJOkifV5iZk/s320/xmas2010.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhdPheNEI/AAAAAAAACQc/nPoIZDFq7U4/s1600/IMG_4048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559941632488256578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhdPheNEI/AAAAAAAACQc/nPoIZDFq7U4/s320/IMG_4048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libby always starts with her stocking.  It is a ridiculously large stocking.  I made it for her when she was 1 1/2.  My mom made our stockings when we were little and we always thought they were huge.  Again, I went over the top and super-sized the stocking.  She does love it though.  She was happy to find a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Webkinz&lt;/span&gt; inside!  It's a little lamb she named Shaun the Sheep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhczHQAdI/AAAAAAAACQU/NOYe2tk3_WQ/s1600/IMG_4052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559941624862081490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhczHQAdI/AAAAAAAACQU/NOYe2tk3_WQ/s320/IMG_4052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Modeling her purple peace sign bracelet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhcjP8B9I/AAAAAAAACQM/ZE-hrqHtF-w/s1600/IMG_4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559941620603553746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhcjP8B9I/AAAAAAAACQM/ZE-hrqHtF-w/s320/IMG_4059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, maybe Libby is a little deprived.  Here you see she is holding a purple ball, but it's not just any ball.  It is a water and glitter-filled bouncing ball than can be found in the dollar bins at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we are in the toy isle, Libby picks up one of these balls and plays with it.  She never asks for it, she just gives me that look like she is dying for such an awesome ball, waits to read my expression, then puts the ball back in the bin.  You can imagine her surprise when she found the ball in her stocking for Christmas!  She gasped, squealed, and giggled in delight and then said, "Oh I've always wanted this ball!  I knew Santa would give it to me!"  There you go!  That's the stuff that keeps me going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhcDRHKtI/AAAAAAAACQE/hYb4gFPn1Sk/s1600/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559941612018543314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhcDRHKtI/AAAAAAAACQE/hYb4gFPn1Sk/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Libby's latest obsession is Selena Gomez.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we are in the truck, Libby wants her Selena Gomez CD on.  She will walk around singing her songs.  She even has a Barbie she named Selena Gomez.  Now she has another Selena Gomez CD.  It just doesn't get any better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhb_vovfI/AAAAAAAACP8/ck60sm9YeGI/s1600/IMG_4071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559941611072830962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjhb_vovfI/AAAAAAAACP8/ck60sm9YeGI/s320/IMG_4071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Santa usually leaves Libby some snacks in her stocking.  But this year he ran out of room, so he left her an entire bag full of snacks.  Libby thought this was hilarious.  It is kind of funny when you think about it.  How many kids get a bag of groceries under the tree for Xmas?  And, how many kids would love it?  Mine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjfAwhggfI/AAAAAAAACP0/nachP3cP57c/s1600/IMG_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559938944107315698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjfAwhggfI/AAAAAAAACP0/nachP3cP57c/s320/IMG_4072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Binoculars!  A little off the wall, but she loved them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjfANiqGtI/AAAAAAAACPs/50_ykPZMwgs/s1600/IMG_4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559938934716898002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjfANiqGtI/AAAAAAAACPs/50_ykPZMwgs/s320/IMG_4077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Every year Mike gets Libby some type of jewelry for Xmas.  This year she got a silver heart necklace with a blue topaz in the center.  It's pretty cute.  She wears it almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjfAAlfXpI/AAAAAAAACPk/zcU_oTAZIyI/s1600/IMG_4079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559938931239116434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjfAAlfXpI/AAAAAAAACPk/zcU_oTAZIyI/s320/IMG_4079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Barbie is high maintenance...she has her own Vacation Glam Jet, and now, so does Libby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSje_tERTRI/AAAAAAAACPc/99Nf5dE_4t4/s1600/IMG_4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559938925999508754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSje_tERTRI/AAAAAAAACPc/99Nf5dE_4t4/s320/IMG_4084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I must have gotten these pictures out of order...Here is Libby opening her necklace from her daddy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSje_a9cR9I/AAAAAAAACPU/3yyOglvi8jo/s1600/IMG_4085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559938921139029970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSje_a9cR9I/AAAAAAAACPU/3yyOglvi8jo/s320/IMG_4085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and here she is modeling the necklace.  It's hard to see past her loud Xmas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, but look closely and you will see it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdN-cZPdI/AAAAAAAACPM/hkTL7kFewEE/s1600/IMG_4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559936972159008210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdN-cZPdI/AAAAAAAACPM/hkTL7kFewEE/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Libby was especially excited to find a Peyton Manning Colts jersey under the tree.  She doesn't really watch football, but her Daddy does and he doesn't like the Colts.  So ever since Libby was a baby I've been training her to say, "Go Colts!" to her daddy when there is a game on.  Also, the Colts came to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Libby's&lt;/span&gt; school, along with Blue and the cheerleaders.  She said Peyton Manning was there, too.  Since then, she's been a Peyton fan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdNfiN7xI/AAAAAAAACPE/Sc288wS0ZZg/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559936963861933842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdNfiN7xI/AAAAAAAACPE/Sc288wS0ZZg/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Just after Thanksgiving, Libby saw a commercial for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggie&lt;/span&gt; and she said she wanted one.  Then she kind of forgot about them.  When she tore off the wrapping paper and saw she got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggie&lt;/span&gt; for Xmas she said, "A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggie&lt;/span&gt;!  I've always wanted one!"  That Santa, he sure is a smart, jolly old fella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdM5oVDkI/AAAAAAAACO8/gj6zJ5_6hTc/s1600/IMG_4091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559936953687019074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdM5oVDkI/AAAAAAAACO8/gj6zJ5_6hTc/s320/IMG_4091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Dr. Barbie -  the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neonatologist&lt;/span&gt;...well, she's probably just a pediatrician, those babies look pretty healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdMkXOLbI/AAAAAAAACO0/D1rtlWDqDKM/s1600/IMG_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559936947978120626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdMkXOLbI/AAAAAAAACO0/D1rtlWDqDKM/s320/IMG_4093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yes, I'm that kind of mommy!  Libby and I are wearing matching Xmas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;!  Libby thought it was so cool!  Let's see what she thinks of this picture when she's 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdMZjy35I/AAAAAAAACOs/RQzE1aJ9sZU/s1600/IMG_4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559936945078067090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSjdMZjy35I/AAAAAAAACOs/RQzE1aJ9sZU/s320/IMG_4094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Libby got lots of new games for Christmas, but one of her favorites was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; Operation.  We played one game, then she decided she better practice a little more before we played again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Christmas always goes by so fast!  We always leave the tree up a little long because we like looking at it.  One year, I had taken it down just before February!   But I'm almost positive Libby and I will be taking the tree down next weekend.  I'm sad for a few days, but then I start planning for Libby's birthday, in July, and it's like Christmas all over again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-3554509474617441490?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/3554509474617441490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=3554509474617441490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/3554509474617441490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/3554509474617441490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSp561PN9fI/AAAAAAAACQk/tJOkifV5iZk/s72-c/xmas2010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5005756049665619037</id><published>2011-01-07T11:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:19:24.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights since September</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Great news (for me anyway)...I'm back from my blogging &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sabbatical&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so it wasn't a planned time off, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was too busy, or didn't have much to say, or...? But I am motivated to start again! And since my last entry is from September, I thought I would do a quick catch up! It was hard to pick out the highlights, but I think I have it narrowed down to these...from most recent to most ancient! Enjoy and thanks for remembering my site still exists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdBOdv7l1I/AAAAAAAACOk/6E3uFMhVXbE/s1600/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483981771806546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdBOdv7l1I/AAAAAAAACOk/6E3uFMhVXbE/s320/IMG_4046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vosko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I thought it sounded like a great idea to take the kids to the children's museum on Xmas Eve-Eve. I think every other parent in the metro area had the same idea! It was a nightmare! Luckily, the kids don't notice over-crowding like the adults. We spent the whole day there, but strangely enough only visited a few exhibits. The mamas were exhausted when we finally reached the car, the children were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfazed&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway...this is a picture of Josie and Libby playing with Toto on the Wizard of Oz stage while we were waiting to go into the planetarium (which I decided was a great place to take a little doze).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdBOBfQhHI/AAAAAAAACOc/Wn--0LVQy4w/s1600/IMG_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483974185682034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdBOBfQhHI/AAAAAAAACOc/Wn--0LVQy4w/s320/IMG_4040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Josie and Libby outside the Barbie exhibit. Notice Libby is holding Barbie's hand. She thought she was being clever. Last time, she put her face in front of Barbie's sunglasses so it looked like she was wearing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdA0uFX-6I/AAAAAAAACOU/et5BOB5dx6w/s1600/IMG_4036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483539480116130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdA0uFX-6I/AAAAAAAACOU/et5BOB5dx6w/s320/IMG_4036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This was our Xmas get-together at Summer's house. Now that our kids are older and in school it's harder to get the kids together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's easier if you just tell all the kids to make funny faces...that way you don't have the one child not smiling (mine)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdA0LxpyZI/AAAAAAAACOM/WXqjF7vXAGo/s1600/IMG_4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483530270591378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdA0LxpyZI/AAAAAAAACOM/WXqjF7vXAGo/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This picture would make more sense if the next picture came first...Libby got a letter from Santa this year! She was really excited. She especially liked the Rudolph sticker on the back of the envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdAz_H-NLI/AAAAAAAACOE/uZbexBfs-00/s1600/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483526874543282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdAz_H-NLI/AAAAAAAACOE/uZbexBfs-00/s320/IMG_4016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If Libby new anything about post marks on mail, she would have appreciated this letter was mailed from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anchorage&lt;/span&gt;, Alaska!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdAztVIw9I/AAAAAAAACN8/NAO9XRMpyRI/s1600/IMG_4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483522097923026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdAztVIw9I/AAAAAAAACN8/NAO9XRMpyRI/s320/IMG_4015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby and I made Christmas cookies this year. It was lots of fun. We haven't made cut-out cookies for a few years! Libby loves the sprinkles! Everything we make always gets sprinkles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdAzRuarvI/AAAAAAAACN0/BFJv3Cmo7ac/s1600/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559483514687762162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdAzRuarvI/AAAAAAAACN0/BFJv3Cmo7ac/s320/IMG_4014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We went to Josie's Birthday party! She is 3 years old now! I love seeing Libby and Josie play together. Libby acts like such a big sister and Josie refers to Libby as, "My Libby." It's so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_4MnbOwI/AAAAAAAACNs/0JFRKDt_og0/s1600/IMG_4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559482499703978754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_4MnbOwI/AAAAAAAACNs/0JFRKDt_og0/s320/IMG_4008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lucky for me, Libby loves to have her picture taken. And she especially loves to have her picture taken for our annual Christmas card. Some poses are normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_30K8tSI/AAAAAAAACNk/DLs1Qdc09BY/s1600/IMG_4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559482493142086946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_30K8tSI/AAAAAAAACNk/DLs1Qdc09BY/s320/IMG_4011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;...and sometimes I get this! Or even...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_3uVljFI/AAAAAAAACNc/wNE11B2K-HY/s1600/IMG_4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559482491576093778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_3uVljFI/AAAAAAAACNc/wNE11B2K-HY/s320/IMG_4010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;...this! She's my little superstar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_3Xm8q-I/AAAAAAAACNU/vEj82IiPuKY/s1600/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559482485474896866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_3Xm8q-I/AAAAAAAACNU/vEj82IiPuKY/s320/IMG_3994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Of course at the first sign of snow, Libby was ready to go outside and play in the snow, build snowmen, go sledding, etc...no matter that there really wasn't enough snow to do any of this! Here is Libby "sledding" down the little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; hill in our yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_3P-I8LI/AAAAAAAACNM/-qcZV2b75dc/s1600/IMG_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559482483424686258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_3P-I8LI/AAAAAAAACNM/-qcZV2b75dc/s320/IMG_3986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Notice the grass peeking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; as Libby makes her snow angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_ATPhvZI/AAAAAAAACNE/oLi6E9Qdm0w/s1600/IMG_3985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559481539410115986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_ATPhvZI/AAAAAAAACNE/oLi6E9Qdm0w/s320/IMG_3985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby loves when her cousins come over to play. Libby loves it when anyone comes over to play, actually! Here are the girls snuggled up on the couch together watching a Barbie movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_ANB41MI/AAAAAAAACM8/3oc94vGTZ20/s1600/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559481537742296258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc_ANB41MI/AAAAAAAACM8/3oc94vGTZ20/s320/IMG_3981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Earlier the same day, we went to Breakfast with Santa. Here is Libby singing with the high school "glee club" aka, the young originals. Libby didn't look at me once while she was singing and I was trying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; to take her picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc-_yaCQPI/AAAAAAAACM0/dZxvFvR9if4/s1600/IMG_3970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559481530595819762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc-_yaCQPI/AAAAAAAACM0/dZxvFvR9if4/s320/IMG_3970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here are the girls acting silly at Breakfast with Santa. Julianna was unable to come because she was sick. The girls kept wanting to get an extra activity to take home to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc-_juTvtI/AAAAAAAACMs/OtsBUOD7hyY/s1600/IMG_3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559481526654320338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc-_juTvtI/AAAAAAAACMs/OtsBUOD7hyY/s320/IMG_3956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is the first time in all of Libby's six years that she actually made eye contact with Santa and talked to him! I'm sure it was because her cousins were already up there talking Santa's ear off! Libby asked for surprises, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DSi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She only asked for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because the other girls did. She didn't even know what it was! Well, until she opened one on Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc-_dSlLfI/AAAAAAAACMk/-m5YrNuNmlw/s1600/IMG_3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559481524927409650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc-_dSlLfI/AAAAAAAACMk/-m5YrNuNmlw/s320/IMG_3954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now that Libby is getting older, we can start doing really fun stuff...like going to the Moscow Ballet Russian Nutcracker! We had gone to Mary Poppins in September and Libby loved it. I wasn't sure if she would like the ballet since the performers don't talk. She was entranced through the whole performance and was dancing like a ballerina the next day. She even said The Nutcracker was her favorite! (This is Libby all dressed up for the ballet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc94lXiUZI/AAAAAAAACMc/G-hPd0EeEC8/s1600/IMG_3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559480307324965266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc94lXiUZI/AAAAAAAACMc/G-hPd0EeEC8/s320/IMG_3950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As I said earlier, Libby loves it when anyone comes over to play with her. So she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; when she had a friend from school come spend the night! It was the first time a school friend had come over! Usually it's just my nieces that spend the night. I had never heard Libby laugh so much. Those girls were nonstop gigglers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc94faE6cI/AAAAAAAACMU/_l7S3_RzSNY/s1600/IMG_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559480305725008322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc94faE6cI/AAAAAAAACMU/_l7S3_RzSNY/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Again, these pictures would make more sense if the next pictures came first. One very cold and windy morning Libby ran at her first cross country meet. Well first running of any kind! My brother, Jack, is the athlete in the family. He likes taking his girls to races and what not. One night they were at our house and invited Libby to participate in a run they were doing the next morning. Libby was so excited about the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc94MqUGJI/AAAAAAAACMM/y0bQerQ41Qk/s1600/IMG_3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559480300692838546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc94MqUGJI/AAAAAAAACMM/y0bQerQ41Qk/s320/IMG_3919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Unfortunately, the race was a mile long and she had no idea what to expect! Here is my little jogger not long after the race started already looking like she's had enough. But she kept going and going and going! She finished the race last, but I was so proud of her for doing it at all! She got a ribbon, too, which she thought was super cool! She later confessed that she did have to walk for a few minutes because her breath was gone and it hurt! I love that kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc93wly5cI/AAAAAAAACME/cNO3G4hkCR0/s1600/IMG_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559480293157692866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc93wly5cI/AAAAAAAACME/cNO3G4hkCR0/s320/IMG_3911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here are three of the girls getting lined up for the start of the race getting last minute advice/direction from my brother. Did I mention it was only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...25 degrees this day, well maybe 32?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc93oBFqOI/AAAAAAAACL8/GRdWJ7H4MDk/s1600/IMG_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559480290856249570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc93oBFqOI/AAAAAAAACL8/GRdWJ7H4MDk/s320/IMG_3946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And here we are at Halloween. This is Libby dressed up as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8nIR1goI/AAAAAAAACL0/JXHqY8eHg4k/s1600/IMG_3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559478907947025026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8nIR1goI/AAAAAAAACL0/JXHqY8eHg4k/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And this is Libby dressed up as a bush for trick or treating. She wanted to be a bush because Nathan was a bush last year and she thought that was hilarious. And she LOVES Nathan and pretty much wants to do everything he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mmm-yrI/AAAAAAAACLs/VkKFv4csTac/s1600/IMG_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559478898908908210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mmm-yrI/AAAAAAAACLs/VkKFv4csTac/s320/IMG_3890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here is Libby picking out the perfect pumpkin at the pumpkin patch. I kept offering to help her carry it, but she's a big girl now and wanted to do it by herself! Sometimes she will flex her arm, squeeze her bicep and tell me, "Feel my big guns!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mYkcVWI/AAAAAAAACLk/OpB91WIZP4Y/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559478895140164962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mYkcVWI/AAAAAAAACLk/OpB91WIZP4Y/s320/IMG_3781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is just a random picture, but I just love it because Libby looks so darn cute and smart! Look at her...She has Harvard written all over her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mBhTsiI/AAAAAAAACLc/8k5lWKH_6KA/s1600/IMG_3871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559478888953000482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mBhTsiI/AAAAAAAACLc/8k5lWKH_6KA/s320/IMG_3871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here is Libby anxiously awaiting the start of "Mary Poppins, the Musical." It was her first experience with the theater. She loves Mary Poppins, the movie, but I was afraid she wouldn't like the differences between the movie and the musical. The only thing she said was at the start of the musical was, "Look Mommy, that is the real Mary Poppins, but it isn't the real Jane and Michael Banks!" She really makes me laugh sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mO3OYpI/AAAAAAAACLU/cZ92CrWhifc/s1600/IMG_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559478892534588050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSc8mO3OYpI/AAAAAAAACLU/cZ92CrWhifc/s320/IMG_3844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby has lost a few teeth and had a few come in. That is one beautiful smile. I always thought kids look goofy when they start losing there teeth. But no, not my kid...I thought she was adorable! I'm not biased...it's just fact! Look at that face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well this brings up to the end of our show! I hope you stop back by soon! I will be adding Christmas pictures in a few days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-5005756049665619037?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5005756049665619037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5005756049665619037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5005756049665619037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5005756049665619037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2011/01/highlights-since-september.html' title='Highlights since September'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TSdBOdv7l1I/AAAAAAAACOk/6E3uFMhVXbE/s72-c/IMG_4046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7521294350656332230</id><published>2010-09-12T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:47:34.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork Fest 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TI1weAOJ-LI/AAAAAAAACLA/vCfkJOyd2hg/s1600/IMG_3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516188779356485810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TI1weAOJ-LI/AAAAAAAACLA/vCfkJOyd2hg/s320/IMG_3842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Libby, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;, Julianna, Cassie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's that time of year again...Pork Festival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Libby doesn't even care about the festival food...pork chops, elephant ears, funnel cakes, various fried foods, and my favorite, pork &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kabobs&lt;/span&gt;.  She's all about the parade, the candy from the parade, and the rides!  Libby went to the festival Thursday night for the kick off parade and then rode some rides.  We went back Friday night for more rides.  We ran into my nieces, and even though it was time to go, Libby didn't want to leave.  After a few tears were shed, I reassured her she would see the girls tomorrow for a sleepover.  Libby and the girls were spending the night at my brother's house for Cassie's birthday.  It was a busy but fun-filled weekend for the little ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-7521294350656332230?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7521294350656332230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7521294350656332230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7521294350656332230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7521294350656332230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/09/pork-fest-2010.html' title='Pork Fest 2010'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TI1weAOJ-LI/AAAAAAAACLA/vCfkJOyd2hg/s72-c/IMG_3842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2913293756065150443</id><published>2010-09-05T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:05:10.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a beautiful day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was the perfect day! It was the right temperature, right amount of sunshine, and a gentle breeze! Only if the leaves were turning colors could it have been a more beautiful day! After sleeping my four hours today, I got up and finished a good book while I waited for my little munchkin to return home from her daddy's house. I sure do miss her when she's gone! Sometimes things happen in life that remind you to take time and enjoy the little things. So today, I sat outside and watched Libby play and just enjoyed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ67YDQZhI/AAAAAAAACK4/NgTRNwsBQc8/s1600/IMG_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513596635551131154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ67YDQZhI/AAAAAAAACK4/NgTRNwsBQc8/s320/IMG_3790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's my little acrobat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ66_pi98I/AAAAAAAACKw/ZYQqhgUJmDI/s1600/IMG_3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513596629000845250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ66_pi98I/AAAAAAAACKw/ZYQqhgUJmDI/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's practicing her fireman skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ66XZt3LI/AAAAAAAACKo/IBvxgx2qaBQ/s1600/IMG_3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513596618197032114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ66XZt3LI/AAAAAAAACKo/IBvxgx2qaBQ/s320/IMG_3797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I love that she is so silly sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ55HMB9-I/AAAAAAAACKg/_Gqe7RCSL68/s1600/IMG_3806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595497153165282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ55HMB9-I/AAAAAAAACKg/_Gqe7RCSL68/s320/IMG_3806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Going down the slide upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ54425b8I/AAAAAAAACKY/9whgp1BXgRU/s1600/IMG_3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595493306429378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ54425b8I/AAAAAAAACKY/9whgp1BXgRU/s320/IMG_3818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby came home from her dad's the dirtiest I have ever seen her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I thought she still looked beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ54qOM-bI/AAAAAAAACKQ/1cYFwqc5C80/s1600/IMG_3819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595489377647026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ54qOM-bI/AAAAAAAACKQ/1cYFwqc5C80/s320/IMG_3819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this kiddo to pieces!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ54eRB05I/AAAAAAAACKI/U6CeNDgHCOo/s1600/IMG_3828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595486168273810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ54eRB05I/AAAAAAAACKI/U6CeNDgHCOo/s320/IMG_3828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I like this picture. It looks like she's floating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ53-YXCoI/AAAAAAAACKA/FmeKycHb0-0/s1600/IMG_3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595477609089666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ53-YXCoI/AAAAAAAACKA/FmeKycHb0-0/s320/IMG_3831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This girl spends 50% of her day in a handstand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No Joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-2913293756065150443?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2913293756065150443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2913293756065150443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2913293756065150443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2913293756065150443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-beautiful-day.html' title='It was a beautiful day!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TIQ67YDQZhI/AAAAAAAACK4/NgTRNwsBQc8/s72-c/IMG_3790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-8011984074188461467</id><published>2010-08-28T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:40:57.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today Libby went to a birthday party for one of her friends from preschool.  The party was at one of those "paint your own" pottery places.  I've gone myself before and had lots of fun, so I was excited for Libby to try it out, too!  And of course, it was a party, so what could be more fun!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmqKQXN6eI/AAAAAAAACJw/PC9YzWgjmq4/s1600/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510622712232274402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmqKQXN6eI/AAAAAAAACJw/PC9YzWgjmq4/s320/IMG_3787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sydney and Libby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The girls don't go to the same school anymore, but we still enjoy getting together with Sydney and her mom!  They are usually up for anything we are!  It's good to have friends like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmqJ-Mw08I/AAAAAAAACJo/EBWoXIICYJA/s1600/IMG_3782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510622707356586946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmqJ-Mw08I/AAAAAAAACJo/EBWoXIICYJA/s320/IMG_3782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So Serious!  Libby is really concentrating on painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's what I'm telling you, but really she was being a butt and not looking at me or smiling on purpose!  Once in a while she thinks its funny to do that!  She is making a star-person.  I think she will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; be surprised how much different it will look after it's been fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmqJf48QiI/AAAAAAAACJg/vcjMBBJpTuk/s1600/IMG_3783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510622699220386338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmqJf48QiI/AAAAAAAACJg/vcjMBBJpTuk/s320/IMG_3783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well at least this time she was looking at me, sort of!  But she would only give me that face!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Libby had fun at the party, but of course she wanted to stay longer.  I had to explain that since the party was at a store we couldn't just stay and hang out all day!  She was bummed!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-8011984074188461467?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/8011984074188461467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=8011984074188461467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/8011984074188461467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/8011984074188461467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-adventure.html' title='A Birthday Adventure'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmqKQXN6eI/AAAAAAAACJw/PC9YzWgjmq4/s72-c/IMG_3787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-9125587095300141572</id><published>2010-08-28T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:25:25.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Teacher, Book Fair and a Lost Tooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All this in one day!  Thursday was "Meet the Teacher" and "Book Fair" night at school for Libby.  But before that even happened, Libby lost a tooth (her 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!) at school that day!  She was the first one in her class to loose a tooth this year!  They have a graph in the classroom to track all the missing teeth and she was first on the chart!  What a Celebrity!  Meet the teacher was really just a formality since Libby has the same teacher this year as she did last year for Kindergarten...they both graduated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmlu1sQCSI/AAAAAAAACJY/QdYZghm-XWg/s1600/IMG_3777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510617843169757474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmlu1sQCSI/AAAAAAAACJY/QdYZghm-XWg/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Libby and Miss Henderson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The kids were busy all week working on projects for the parents to see when we came to visit.  Libby is really getting creative with her work this year.  It really amuses me some of the things she thinks up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmluA0vMlI/AAAAAAAACJQ/bO6mz7fNGK8/s1600/IMG_3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510617828978274898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmluA0vMlI/AAAAAAAACJQ/bO6mz7fNGK8/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is the new gap.  I used to think other kids looked goofy when they started losing their teeth.  Now that I have a child of my own with a toothless grin, I think she looks cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmltf0V1nI/AAAAAAAACJI/Q-2W6RMUbpo/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510617820118242930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmltf0V1nI/AAAAAAAACJI/Q-2W6RMUbpo/s320/IMG_3781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is my little scholar taking one of her new books with her on the bus so she can read it on the way to school.  She has about a 35-40 minute ride!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/2508862805249488016-9125587095300141572?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/9125587095300141572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=9125587095300141572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/9125587095300141572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/9125587095300141572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-teacher-book-fair-and-lost-tooth.html' title='Meet the Teacher, Book Fair and a Lost Tooth!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THmlu1sQCSI/AAAAAAAACJY/QdYZghm-XWg/s72-c/IMG_3777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-6327264309548096679</id><published>2010-08-21T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:40:05.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Monday was Libby's first day at school.  She was excited to go back because her kindergarten teacher got moved up to first grade and Libby is in her class again!  She was also a little nervous because she was afraid she wouldn't know anyone in her class.  I kept reassuring her that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; a few of her friends from kindergarten would be in her first grade class.  As we found out on the first day of school, Mama was wrong!  There was not one person in her class that was in her class last year!  Hopefully she will make some new friends soon!  All the first grade classes have lunch and recess together, so she still does get to see her old friends!  I was also pleased to learn that there are only 15 students in her class this year!  I thought the class size might increase, but it stayed the same, so that is great!  Since it was the first day of school, I was there with my camera to capture every moment!!  I'm going to be very sad the day Libby decides she's too cool for her mama and the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYYPO8bhI/AAAAAAAACHg/Tb8rBo8SuNY/s1600/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507929148959256082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYYPO8bhI/AAAAAAAACHg/Tb8rBo8SuNY/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's my big girl waiting patiently until it is time to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She got ready a little early and the clock was moving way too slow for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYIfnr5KI/AAAAAAAACHY/y6ltVFklEl8/s1600/IMG_3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507928878480090274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYIfnr5KI/AAAAAAAACHY/y6ltVFklEl8/s320/IMG_3763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Finally, it's time to go...after a few pictures, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is her new lunch box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYIPK6LYI/AAAAAAAACHQ/14YBeEvYnG8/s1600/IMG_3764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507928874064424322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYIPK6LYI/AAAAAAAACHQ/14YBeEvYnG8/s320/IMG_3764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Isn't she just the cutest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's growing up so fast!  First grade this year, next year college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYH0f6mLI/AAAAAAAACHI/CIzTNc8QMtY/s1600/IMG_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507928866904774834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYH0f6mLI/AAAAAAAACHI/CIzTNc8QMtY/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here she is modeling her new back pack.  Notice Clifford sticking out of the pocket.  He gets to go to school, too.  It's little things like this that let me know she's still my baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYHe-jJBI/AAAAAAAACHA/uV6MNab0DAM/s1600/IMG_3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507928861127681042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYHe-jJBI/AAAAAAAACHA/uV6MNab0DAM/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We made it to school!  We looked all around the classroom to see what was new and different from last year.  One big change is this year she gets a desk!  Last year they had tables!  She was pretty excited about the desk!  There are four desks together to make a square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYHNZRpbI/AAAAAAAACG4/INqWz8sa0wo/s1600/IMG_3769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507928856407942578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYHNZRpbI/AAAAAAAACG4/INqWz8sa0wo/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is her class schedule.  I was amused to see first recess is at 9:30 and second recess is at 11:20!  That's pretty early to have all your running around time done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW9MnoSKI/AAAAAAAACGw/mJh49tSYAwc/s1600/IMG_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927584889391266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW9MnoSKI/AAAAAAAACGw/mJh49tSYAwc/s320/IMG_3770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Finally...it's time for Libby to come home!  I told Libby the night before school that I didn't know what I would do with myself with her gone all day.  She told me I could do what I always did before...sleep all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW8oZ2sTI/AAAAAAAACGo/wvYir8QvWik/s1600/IMG_3771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927575167938866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW8oZ2sTI/AAAAAAAACGo/wvYir8QvWik/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There's my little bug-a-boo!  She missed me, I can tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW8fAF_EI/AAAAAAAACGg/8HgfvmX5AhE/s1600/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927572643970114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW8fAF_EI/AAAAAAAACGg/8HgfvmX5AhE/s320/IMG_3772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She had a good first day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW8NYwIYI/AAAAAAAACGY/oL4om-iWknw/s1600/IMG_3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927567915557250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW8NYwIYI/AAAAAAAACGY/oL4om-iWknw/s320/IMG_3773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's time to see what's in her backpack!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW7uVcwUI/AAAAAAAACGQ/KTTHFIXVVtE/s1600/IMG_3774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927559580205378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAW7uVcwUI/AAAAAAAACGQ/KTTHFIXVVtE/s320/IMG_3774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As Libby gets her papers out of her folder for me to look at, she begins to get annoyed with my picture taking!  So I promised to put the camera away and pay attention to her!  She's so demanding sometimes!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-6327264309548096679?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/6327264309548096679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=6327264309548096679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6327264309548096679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6327264309548096679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/THAYYPO8bhI/AAAAAAAACHg/Tb8rBo8SuNY/s72-c/IMG_3762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7733251225809341453</id><published>2010-08-17T18:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:02:29.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Todd gets Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My older brother, Todd, finally tied the knot and married his girlfriend, Tarah!  The ceremony and reception was outside, but despite the heat and humidity, everyone managed to have a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs6bbfxxCI/AAAAAAAACGI/FjmQAqi3STM/s1600/IMG_3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506559212302484514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs6bbfxxCI/AAAAAAAACGI/FjmQAqi3STM/s320/IMG_3736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is my little princess before the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs6bHxGXzI/AAAAAAAACGA/AR_0MY3bVYg/s1600/IMG_3737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506559207006428978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs6bHxGXzI/AAAAAAAACGA/AR_0MY3bVYg/s320/IMG_3737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here are the flower girls!  They were very excited about being in the wedding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5F0s90XI/AAAAAAAACF4/xa-W28hnpA0/s1600/IMG_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557741599936882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5F0s90XI/AAAAAAAACF4/xa-W28hnpA0/s320/IMG_3738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What a bunch of cuties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5FrPrW_I/AAAAAAAACFw/BE0UcblDT9U/s1600/IMG_3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557739061173234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5FrPrW_I/AAAAAAAACFw/BE0UcblDT9U/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Having a little fun while posing for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5FKy_U4I/AAAAAAAACFo/Lr1PuSf4v0E/s1600/IMG_3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557730350912386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5FKy_U4I/AAAAAAAACFo/Lr1PuSf4v0E/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nathan, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;, Cassie, Libby, Julianna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We sure do make some cute kids!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5E-5wXuI/AAAAAAAACFg/HYEaOG-fr44/s1600/IMG_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557727158066914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5E-5wXuI/AAAAAAAACFg/HYEaOG-fr44/s320/IMG_3743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;These kids love being goofy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5EZMb0BI/AAAAAAAACFY/2ESM_J18F90/s1600/IMG_3744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506557717035864082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs5EZMb0BI/AAAAAAAACFY/2ESM_J18F90/s320/IMG_3744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The blushing bride and her flower girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW4RutuBI/AAAAAAAACEo/JkuQyJIqoTc/s1600/IMG_3745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506520125478385682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW4RutuBI/AAAAAAAACEo/JkuQyJIqoTc/s320/IMG_3745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The new Hoover's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Todd, Tarah, Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW4M5pLlI/AAAAAAAACEg/LlU3mBJFUbI/s1600/IMG_3751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506520124182048338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW4M5pLlI/AAAAAAAACEg/LlU3mBJFUbI/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know the last time my brothers and I and all of our kids were actually in a picture together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW3sLIcAI/AAAAAAAACEY/cXf-zBDRN38/s1600/IMG_3753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506520115397029890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW3sLIcAI/AAAAAAAACEY/cXf-zBDRN38/s320/IMG_3753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The best part of the evening was watching all the kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;groovin&lt;/span&gt;' on the dance floor.  They were having so much fun!  I don't think they even realized it was hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW3TpSxpI/AAAAAAAACEQ/rMzl8Ekm9qE/s1600/IMG_3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506520108812650130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW3TpSxpI/AAAAAAAACEQ/rMzl8Ekm9qE/s320/IMG_3755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The DJ even  played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW28V59OI/AAAAAAAACEI/CYGIywbXoaQ/s1600/IMG_3758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506520102557316322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGsW28V59OI/AAAAAAAACEI/CYGIywbXoaQ/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dancin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dancin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dancin&lt;/span&gt;' Machine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-7733251225809341453?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7733251225809341453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7733251225809341453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7733251225809341453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7733251225809341453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/08/todd-gets-married.html' title='Todd gets Married!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGs6bbfxxCI/AAAAAAAACGI/FjmQAqi3STM/s72-c/IMG_3736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-4537765713911225841</id><published>2010-08-17T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:28:45.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There IS more than corn in Indiana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For our second back to school adventure I took Libby and Nathan to Indiana Beach in Monticello.  It was a short drive from our house, just over an hour!  We had never been before and since Libby had never been to an amusement park I thought it was a good place to start!  The weather had been nice the few days prior to our visit, but had started warming up again the day we went and the humidity had come back with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;.  We had been at the park literally for five minutes when Nathan saw one of his friends from school!  We started off riding some rides.  I hadn't been to an amusement park since high school.  Let me tell you it is a whole different sensation when you are an adult!  I was dizzy and nauseous the whole day which eventually led to a horrific headache!  But I endured it because the sound of Libby laughing and screeching on the rides made it all worth it!  I had never heard Libby laugh or scream like that before!  It made me laugh so hard I cried!  After lunch we went to the water park.  They had a lazy river, a beach, a sprinkler park, and a water slide.  Libby was too little for the water slide, but Nathan was able to go down.  It was a long day and the kids were exhausted by the time we were done, but they both had a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsWpNck1I/AAAAAAAACEA/gVFw0t-T-t8/s1600/IMG_3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506473368177382226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsWpNck1I/AAAAAAAACEA/gVFw0t-T-t8/s320/IMG_3719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Libby and Nathan at the beginning of the day before everybody got all hot and sweaty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsWACQ-5I/AAAAAAAACD4/RiBgKEYcflM/s1600/IMG_3720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506473357124631442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsWACQ-5I/AAAAAAAACD4/RiBgKEYcflM/s320/IMG_3720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yummy...nothing better than a bowl of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dippin&lt;/span&gt;' dots on a hot summer day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsVw4zCcI/AAAAAAAACDw/YMuval6yK38/s1600/IMG_3723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506473353058388418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsVw4zCcI/AAAAAAAACDw/YMuval6yK38/s320/IMG_3723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is Libby riding some rides in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playland&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't plan this out very well.  I took Libby on the big rides first and then let her ride the kiddie rides.  They aren't as exciting after you've just ridden a roller coaster!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsVpxZxII/AAAAAAAACDo/qpaDf92GKys/s1600/IMG_3725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506473351148323970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsVpxZxII/AAAAAAAACDo/qpaDf92GKys/s320/IMG_3725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just look how excited she is!  I think she just learned the definition of lame!  Libby's favorite ride was the swings on the long chains that spin around and around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2508862805249488016-4537765713911225841?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/4537765713911225841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=4537765713911225841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4537765713911225841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4537765713911225841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-more-than-corn-in-indiana.html' title='There IS more than corn in Indiana!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGrsWpNck1I/AAAAAAAACEA/gVFw0t-T-t8/s72-c/IMG_3719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2989951196390544952</id><published>2010-08-15T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:34:24.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd trip to Ft. Wayne</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Summer really got away from me this year!  I had lots of things planned for Libby and I to do...in my head anyway!  Before I knew it we had 2 weeks until school started again.  So I tried to cram all of our summer fun into one week!  I wanted to take Libby to the Ft. Wayne Zoo again because it is such a fun place!  Libby wants it to be our new zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiSP1ZpwII/AAAAAAAACDg/YTOSC5wDROc/s1600/IMG_3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811345190797442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiSP1ZpwII/AAAAAAAACDg/YTOSC5wDROc/s320/IMG_3696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is Libby's favorite thing...the sky ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We rode it 5 or 6 times before the day was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She even spotted a groundhog and a baby bunny down on the ground from way up in the air.  This is how I know she did not inherit my eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiSPuBLt4I/AAAAAAAACDY/oqxljWSn8ck/s1600/IMG_3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811343209117570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiSPuBLt4I/AAAAAAAACDY/oqxljWSn8ck/s320/IMG_3698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think these are supposed to be dinosaur eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Libby thinks its hilarious to pretend she's hatching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiSPR6NCiI/AAAAAAAACDQ/Fh9Dbxm-oV8/s1600/IMG_3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811335663651362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiSPR6NCiI/AAAAAAAACDQ/Fh9Dbxm-oV8/s320/IMG_3699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She hatched twice!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiRBOsOpYI/AAAAAAAACDI/eGZ6CrfbcZQ/s1600/IMG_3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809994769933698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiRBOsOpYI/AAAAAAAACDI/eGZ6CrfbcZQ/s320/IMG_3702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She loves the pony rides too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This little pony is named Cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiRAlIYhBI/AAAAAAAACDA/v5ygDw9J6r8/s1600/IMG_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809983613731858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiRAlIYhBI/AAAAAAAACDA/v5ygDw9J6r8/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And this big fella is Smokey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She is not scared at all to get up on that big horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was scared to death of horses when I was little!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiRACknQiI/AAAAAAAACC4/_Ky7Sxkzy5A/s1600/IMG_3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809974336897570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiRACknQiI/AAAAAAAACC4/_Ky7Sxkzy5A/s320/IMG_3712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Taking a spin on the carousel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiQ_3Xz3QI/AAAAAAAACCw/QO9WXxjthSE/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809971330407682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiQ_3Xz3QI/AAAAAAAACCw/QO9WXxjthSE/s320/IMG_3713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The last time we were at the Ft. Wayne Zoo, we didn't get a chance to ride the log ride.  She thought it was cool because we went through two tunnels with misters and got wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiQ_s7uIJI/AAAAAAAACCo/vZmkYLCnRmA/s1600/IMG_3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505809968528236690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiQ_s7uIJI/AAAAAAAACCo/vZmkYLCnRmA/s320/IMG_3717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She likes the goats too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Libby likes all animals actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Before we left the zoo we stopped in the gift shop and she picked out a baby tiger stuffed animal and named it Hannah Montana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was a good day... just me and my baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-2989951196390544952?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2989951196390544952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2989951196390544952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2989951196390544952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2989951196390544952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-trip-to-ft-wayne.html' title='2nd trip to Ft. Wayne'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TGiSP1ZpwII/AAAAAAAACDg/YTOSC5wDROc/s72-c/IMG_3696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1758210315519689748</id><published>2010-08-02T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:45:30.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgbQOeYDI/AAAAAAAACBI/-_Wb1r9Ic9s/s1600/IMG_3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500830753696407602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgbQOeYDI/AAAAAAAACBI/-_Wb1r9Ic9s/s320/IMG_3684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Libby's excited face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She is so excited because her friend Kaitlyn came over to spend the night!  This was Libby's first non-relative friend to stay with her.  I work with Kaitlyn's mom, Jennie, so it is only natural that Kaitlyn and Libby should be friends, too!  Libby and I went to Jennie's house on Tuesday for a party.  Jennie had asked Libby if she would like to stay and spend the night with Kaitlyn.  Of course!  Jennie told me the next morning, Kaitlyn informed her the girls were so excited to have the sleepover that they stayed up all night and played!  We had a hard time believing this.  We came to the conclusion they fell asleep and didn't realize it.  But...both girls fell asleep in the car on the way home.  Jennie said Kaitlyn slept until 4:30 that afternoon.  Libby woke up when we got home and stayed up until almost 5:00 then crashed on the couch.  At 10:00 I woke her up and moved her to bed.  That poor little girl slept until 7:00 the next morning!  She was exhausted!  Maybe they did stay up all night!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbga-1kF8I/AAAAAAAACBA/VyigEkaU_Yg/s1600/IMG_3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500830749028521922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbga-1kF8I/AAAAAAAACBA/VyigEkaU_Yg/s320/IMG_3686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, we invited Kaitlyn to spend the night at our house on Saturday night.  The girls played very well together.  The girls wanted to take pictures of each other getting ready for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Kaitlyn doing her silly pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgamP0q6I/AAAAAAAACA4/uL8t1NCxUjk/s1600/IMG_3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500830742427773858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgamP0q6I/AAAAAAAACA4/uL8t1NCxUjk/s320/IMG_3687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is Libby doing her silly pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgaAzuoTI/AAAAAAAACAw/j7jOQap9J9I/s1600/IMG_3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500830732377825586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgaAzuoTI/AAAAAAAACAw/j7jOQap9J9I/s320/IMG_3688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The girls said I could take one normal picture of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgZuZK5CI/AAAAAAAACAo/OHj1TBP5YMc/s1600/IMG_3689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500830727434593314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgZuZK5CI/AAAAAAAACAo/OHj1TBP5YMc/s320/IMG_3689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then it was back to silly poses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfBs_bB0I/AAAAAAAACAg/PBArD4JF-zM/s1600/IMG_3690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829215229675330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfBs_bB0I/AAAAAAAACAg/PBArD4JF-zM/s320/IMG_3690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls decided they wanted to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor instead of a nice comfy bed!  Kids!  There is no way I could sleep on the floor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a picture of the girls pretending to be asleep!  Watch out Hollywood, we have some serious actresses on our hands!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfBM4WrZI/AAAAAAAACAY/Qs0ZGu8HmOc/s1600/IMG_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829206610095506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfBM4WrZI/AAAAAAAACAY/Qs0ZGu8HmOc/s320/IMG_3691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was 11:30 by the time the girls were ready to be tucked in!  So much for getting them to bed early!  I stayed up reading in bed for a while to make sure the girls actually fell asleep. They chatted and giggled for about a half an hour and then they were off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; land!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfAwhHNoI/AAAAAAAACAQ/yWmNpxTS9tc/s1600/IMG_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829198996420226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfAwhHNoI/AAAAAAAACAQ/yWmNpxTS9tc/s320/IMG_3692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the girls the next morning eating their second breakfast of the day.  They had donuts when they woke up and decided a few hours later they wanted cereal too!  They had already done their morning  makeovers by this point!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfAWRtoFI/AAAAAAAACAI/b-iqBHBdCfk/s1600/IMG_3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829191952506962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfAWRtoFI/AAAAAAAACAI/b-iqBHBdCfk/s320/IMG_3694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one of those times when Libby wouldn't let me take her picture!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfAMMSH2I/AAAAAAAACAA/glBbKpFUsrY/s1600/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829189245378402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbfAMMSH2I/AAAAAAAACAA/glBbKpFUsrY/s320/IMG_3695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She really would not give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The girls had a good time.  Kaitlyn did not want to go home and Libby would have been happy for her to stay another night or even all week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That evening Libby fell asleep on the couch again.  This time she made it to 5:30 and woke up at 9:30.  She ate a piece of cheese and some cheese puffs, drank a little milk, and was ready to go back to bed!  I never thought she'd make it till morning, but she slept until 7:00!  Libby is just not used to such a fast pace lifestyle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-1758210315519689748?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1758210315519689748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1758210315519689748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1758210315519689748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1758210315519689748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/08/libbys-sleepover.html' title='Libby&apos;s Sleepover'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TFbgbQOeYDI/AAAAAAAACBI/-_Wb1r9Ic9s/s72-c/IMG_3684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2475514707020727759</id><published>2010-07-16T07:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:39:52.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After numerous strep throat infections, it was finally time for Libby to get her tonsils and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adenoids&lt;/span&gt; out!  No more missing school!  No more throat cultures!  No more snoring!  I really can't explain how excited Libby was to be rid of them!  To celebrate this special occasion I let Libby pick out some new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; to wear to the hospital.  She pick Hannah Montana of course!  She was a little disappointed when they made her change into hospital scrubs!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBLrs5ltbI/AAAAAAAAB_4/pzujbLxl3Y4/s1600/IMG_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494474759551169970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBLrs5ltbI/AAAAAAAAB_4/pzujbLxl3Y4/s320/IMG_3671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is my brave little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all dressed up for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;special occasion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBLrbHQEKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/MviWR2VgS9A/s1600/IMG_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494474754776633506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBLrbHQEKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/MviWR2VgS9A/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Look at her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Minutes before they wheel her off and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she's all smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She thinks she looks like a doctor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBLq8MwEVI/AAAAAAAAB_o/QZ-OsLWhvqc/s1600/IMG_3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494474746478203218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBLq8MwEVI/AAAAAAAAB_o/QZ-OsLWhvqc/s320/IMG_3673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One last look at those tonsils!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBJ8X9RtoI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/HYv2SyRBrX4/s1600/IMG_3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494472846964012674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBJ8X9RtoI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/HYv2SyRBrX4/s320/IMG_3674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye-Bye tonsils!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBJ8F1t4wI/AAAAAAAAB_I/pnaBCqphKQk/s1600/IMG_3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494472842100466434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBJ8F1t4wI/AAAAAAAAB_I/pnaBCqphKQk/s320/IMG_3676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is Libby in recovery.  They don't waste a minute getting those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nurse said Libby didn't even cry when she woke up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Such a sweet little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBJ7tN8IaI/AAAAAAAAB_A/UrCu-VHQPLs/s1600/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494472835491176866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBJ7tN8IaI/AAAAAAAAB_A/UrCu-VHQPLs/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here she is taking a nap after getting settled into her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She even got to watch Hannah Montana, when she was awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH7wPKifI/AAAAAAAAB-4/L8dQeEWlDfs/s1600/IMG_3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494470637278366194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH7wPKifI/AAAAAAAAB-4/L8dQeEWlDfs/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here she is all recovered!  She's been to the bathroom, walked around, and even ate some applesauce!  She's ready to go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH7rXtzII/AAAAAAAAB-w/ITofC3ob-m4/s1600/IMG_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494470635972054146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH7rXtzII/AAAAAAAAB-w/ITofC3ob-m4/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Libby at home.  I think we were home five minutes before she started asking for her push-ups!  I thought once we got home she would start feeling worse, but she did really well.  She ate ice cream and drank apple juice and water without me having to remind her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH7NXhpFI/AAAAAAAAB-o/vmPtJGyArQY/s1600/IMG_3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494470627918193746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH7NXhpFI/AAAAAAAAB-o/vmPtJGyArQY/s320/IMG_3681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Notice the choice of three beverages on her table!  She also got a new pillow from Tara, which was waiting for her when Libby got home, along with some new pet shop toys and balloons!  Libby says the pillow is perfect for her on the couch!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Notice the expression on her face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She all the sudden became sensitive to the flash on my camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH60VyFhI/AAAAAAAAB-g/g9dyfSKh1ac/s1600/IMG_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494470621199996434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH60VyFhI/AAAAAAAAB-g/g9dyfSKh1ac/s320/IMG_3682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Libby's daddy brought one of the puppies over to see her.  This one is Nana Two.  Libby thought I wanted a picture of her throat, thus the half opened mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH6sDquOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/8UCRQT9LtU8/s1600/IMG_3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494470618976532706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBH6sDquOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/8UCRQT9LtU8/s320/IMG_3683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She really was smiling and having fun playing with the puppy until I busted out the camera! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now we are on the second day post surgery.  I thought she might wake up in pain sometime through the night, but she didn't.  She's been doing well enough that I switched her over to regular &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; and ditched the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; with codeine.  Which according to Libby tastes bad, but the one at the hospital didn't!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Libby has had enough of the relaxing and watching movies.  She was getting stir crazy today, so I told her we would go somewhere.  She wanted to go shopping to spend her birthday money.  She picked out three barbies and a new outfit.  She's a good little shopper!  She gets it from her mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally, after a busy day, she is asleep on the couch!  My little Sleeping Beauty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-2475514707020727759?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2475514707020727759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2475514707020727759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2475514707020727759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2475514707020727759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/libbys-surgery.html' title='Libby&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TEBLrs5ltbI/AAAAAAAAB_4/pzujbLxl3Y4/s72-c/IMG_3671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-4174665214136296830</id><published>2010-07-15T16:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:49:57.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's Birthday Luau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here are some pics from the party.  I spent a little more time in the kitchen than I usually do finishing up some cooking, so I missed a lot of the kids playing outside.  However, I also missed the mosquito bites too!  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; were horrible!  Poor Libby had seven bites on her face and more on her body.  Despite the bugs, everyone seemed to have a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-MJEZVsmI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/sk-ltKEfZDs/s1600/IMG_3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494264157842027106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-MJEZVsmI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/sk-ltKEfZDs/s320/IMG_3609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In case you missed it on a previous post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here is Libby's Barbie Mermaid cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-MIrUC7dI/AAAAAAAAB-I/UA2-tZaj4oE/s1600/IMG_3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494264151108939218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-MIrUC7dI/AAAAAAAAB-I/UA2-tZaj4oE/s320/IMG_3619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little jumping around time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LPC4Y3TI/AAAAAAAAB-A/2pBA8inAQYE/s1600/IMG_3621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494263161002974514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LPC4Y3TI/AAAAAAAAB-A/2pBA8inAQYE/s320/IMG_3621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The kids are ready for a party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LOtNdyAI/AAAAAAAAB94/8MHTdnvFM8Q/s1600/IMG_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494263155185797122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LOtNdyAI/AAAAAAAAB94/8MHTdnvFM8Q/s320/IMG_3625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's pinata time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LOQHgIkI/AAAAAAAAB9w/JoDHFE2IQ-Y/s1600/IMG_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494263147376157250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LOQHgIkI/AAAAAAAAB9w/JoDHFE2IQ-Y/s320/IMG_3626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Candy! Candy! Candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LOLXZQQI/AAAAAAAAB9o/07n8YmlszXc/s1600/IMG_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494263146100637954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LOLXZQQI/AAAAAAAAB9o/07n8YmlszXc/s320/IMG_3631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time for cake!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LNnS-shI/AAAAAAAAB9g/UFnLz7hqf3I/s1600/IMG_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494263136418443794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-LNnS-shI/AAAAAAAAB9g/UFnLz7hqf3I/s320/IMG_3633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Make a wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ynKsosPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/uq2BQ38sKRw/s1600/IMG_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236087627329778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ynKsosPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/uq2BQ38sKRw/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Groceries for the kitchen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ymy8r2zI/AAAAAAAAB8o/g7xMdwN5ol0/s1600/IMG_3640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236081252195122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ymy8r2zI/AAAAAAAAB8o/g7xMdwN5ol0/s320/IMG_3640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squirt guns!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ymdTPwtI/AAAAAAAAB8g/V2-dPJJSXRE/s1600/IMG_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236075441242834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ymdTPwtI/AAAAAAAAB8g/V2-dPJJSXRE/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Make-up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9yl_gJsEI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Gk4HqnC-sSM/s1600/IMG_3654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236067442307138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9yl_gJsEI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Gk4HqnC-sSM/s320/IMG_3654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dress-up clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ylFDjN2I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/zFm3C9OUCT4/s1600/IMG_3660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494236051753088866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ylFDjN2I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/zFm3C9OUCT4/s320/IMG_3660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Charlotte from "The Princess and the Frog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9wfRjJ3iI/AAAAAAAAB8I/2zj0DDg7VIA/s1600/IMG_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494233753004400162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9wfRjJ3iI/AAAAAAAAB8I/2zj0DDg7VIA/s320/IMG_3661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Princess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9we82f21I/AAAAAAAAB8A/-ISdB5PaDPs/s1600/IMG_3662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494233747448388434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9we82f21I/AAAAAAAAB8A/-ISdB5PaDPs/s320/IMG_3662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An easel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-4174665214136296830?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/4174665214136296830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=4174665214136296830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4174665214136296830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4174665214136296830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/libbys-birthday-luau.html' title='Libby&apos;s Birthday Luau'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD-MJEZVsmI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/sk-ltKEfZDs/s72-c/IMG_3609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-4383126761435299083</id><published>2010-07-15T14:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:27:07.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Libby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby's birthday is usually a two-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parter&lt;/span&gt;.  In the morning, before her party, she gets to open her presents from mommy, and then at her party she gets to open the gifts from everyone else.  This works for two reasons:  First, the presents keep her occupied while I get things ready for the party; Second, I tend to go overboard, so if she opens my presents first, she doesn't spend all that extra time opening presents during her party.  And I have to admit, I'm usually pretty excited for her to open my presents!  I really am still a kid myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9eunI_fPI/AAAAAAAAB74/A_9c3Xl_3pk/s1600/IMG_3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214225288985842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9eunI_fPI/AAAAAAAAB74/A_9c3Xl_3pk/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby had gymnastics on the day of her birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;so I bought her a new outfit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have incredible restraint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9et-v1yVI/AAAAAAAAB7w/2GvTCjh-mOA/s1600/IMG_3534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214214446074194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9et-v1yVI/AAAAAAAAB7w/2GvTCjh-mOA/s320/IMG_3534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This sleeping bag was on clearance at Joann Fabrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was originally $50, on sale for $16, so we HAD to buy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Look at the smile on her face!  How can you say no!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9etpkY6zI/AAAAAAAAB7o/4TXh46gNdF4/s1600/IMG_3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214208760900402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9etpkY6zI/AAAAAAAAB7o/4TXh46gNdF4/s320/IMG_3535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the day of the party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Time to open presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dzyz_r2I/AAAAAAAAB7g/aS1OrgBcYiU/s1600/IMG_3543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494213214809861986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dzyz_r2I/AAAAAAAAB7g/aS1OrgBcYiU/s320/IMG_3543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A new back pack for school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dzMVqhGI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/UR7P6aQ6KSI/s1600/IMG_3544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494213204482098274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dzMVqhGI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/UR7P6aQ6KSI/s320/IMG_3544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It fits perfectly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dyka-IBI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/m0jqXPLrxt4/s1600/IMG_3553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494213193766936594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dyka-IBI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/m0jqXPLrxt4/s320/IMG_3553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just what she wanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A Hannah Montana guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This one plugs into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and resembles guitar hero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hannah Montana style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dyGbutUI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Miw6-aUCJ5k/s1600/IMG_3568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494213185717056834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dyGbutUI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Miw6-aUCJ5k/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Most Likely to be Famous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby got plenty of back to school clothes for her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stylin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dxlhLcxI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6gsOToP5X5U/s1600/IMG_3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494213176881541906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9dxlhLcxI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6gsOToP5X5U/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The weeks leading up to Libby's birthday she kept wanting to listen to her Christmas CD in the truck.  I was very tempted to give her the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; CD early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cO4QWuTI/AAAAAAAAB64/bTkZKIVghZg/s1600/IMG_3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494211481104202034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cO4QWuTI/AAAAAAAAB64/bTkZKIVghZg/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A new lunchbox for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don't mind the slightly deranged look on my daughter's face in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I swear she's sane!  I just caught her at the wrong moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cOoxFUWI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Gp0Y6muI8Xg/s1600/IMG_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494211476946506082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cOoxFUWI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Gp0Y6muI8Xg/s320/IMG_3589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinkalicious&lt;/span&gt; - School Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cOFIGYMI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jKSMPA0nWq4/s1600/IMG_3593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494211467379368130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cOFIGYMI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jKSMPA0nWq4/s320/IMG_3593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby has been dying for this Barbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In the Barbie movie, "A Mermaid Tale,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the main character &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Merliah&lt;/span&gt; has two friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby already had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Merliah&lt;/span&gt; Barbie and one of the friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She just needed the last friend.  Luckily she got it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is also the movie her cake is based on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;per Libby's request!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cNo8NVzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/k3jYf0V4UkI/s1600/IMG_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494211459813300018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cNo8NVzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/k3jYf0V4UkI/s320/IMG_3594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And here is the one present I've been waiting on since December!  It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;back ordered&lt;/span&gt; until April, and then apparently my order got shipped to some lucky family in Washington, IN.  I did not discover this until June.  I had so much trouble with the company that sold me the vanity.  Never buy from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cymax&lt;/span&gt;!  Horrible customer service!  Anyway, I finally got a refund and reordered this vanity from another company and had it sitting in my garage in two days!  It took all my will power not to open the box and put the vanity together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cNJjo_kI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/pN1s381Af1M/s1600/IMG_3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494211451388755522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9cNJjo_kI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/pN1s381Af1M/s320/IMG_3595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was worth the wait!  Just look how excited Libby is!  This is such a cute vanity!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's nice and sturdy and matches her room perfectly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9a3QVF2AI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/IK7cBXqdd3s/s1600/IMG_3596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494209975738030082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9a3QVF2AI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/IK7cBXqdd3s/s320/IMG_3596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had her play jewelry already in the compartments and her make-up case sitting on top.  I bought her a brush to keep in one of the drawers and some new barrettes and rubberbands.  The bench has a compartment too.  I put her tiaras in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here she is fixing her hair.  She's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ajTJ3KOI/AAAAAAAAB6I/UQqr-KxVQGo/s1600/IMG_3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494209632898853090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9ajTJ3KOI/AAAAAAAAB6I/UQqr-KxVQGo/s320/IMG_3597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-4383126761435299083?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/4383126761435299083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=4383126761435299083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4383126761435299083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4383126761435299083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-libby.html' title='Happy Birthday to Libby!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9eunI_fPI/AAAAAAAAB74/A_9c3Xl_3pk/s72-c/IMG_3530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5009043601462757260</id><published>2010-07-15T14:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:56:53.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Every year for Libby's birthday I get her picture taken.  I thought once she started school and had school pictures taken, I would stop getting them at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt;.  But so far I haven't.  Pictures are my one weakness, especially when they are of my little princess!  It really is one of the highlights of the year for me!  I start shopping for THE perfect outfit for her around the beginning of the year.   The outfit is usually in the closet waiting by April!  I'm slightly neurotic, I know!  I snapped a few shots of Libby before going to the photographer.  I love our photographer, Scott.  He has been taking Libby's pictures since she was two.  He does such a great job with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9XEZD6tKI/AAAAAAAAB6A/HWuxo2jpduk/s1600/IMG_3526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494205803373704354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9XEZD6tKI/AAAAAAAAB6A/HWuxo2jpduk/s320/IMG_3526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Looking sassy, as always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9WurD5HhI/AAAAAAAAB54/AwTzjNlGvCQ/s1600/IMG_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494205430248316434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9WurD5HhI/AAAAAAAAB54/AwTzjNlGvCQ/s320/IMG_3527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Practicing her twirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9WX_eBzvI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PfTMLscN_ng/s1600/IMG_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494205040589655794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9WX_eBzvI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PfTMLscN_ng/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Working on her pose and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9WEYsAjyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/OcogybcJ7Vs/s1600/IMG_3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494204703761796898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9WEYsAjyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/OcogybcJ7Vs/s320/IMG_3529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Libby's always so serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-5009043601462757260?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5009043601462757260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5009043601462757260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5009043601462757260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5009043601462757260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/picture-day-preview.html' title='Picture Day Preview'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TD9XEZD6tKI/AAAAAAAAB6A/HWuxo2jpduk/s72-c/IMG_3526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1929798574184200861</id><published>2010-07-11T13:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:50:22.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the cake I made for Libby's 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  It turned out pretty well, only a few not-so-perfect areas, but Libby loved it!  She thought it was great that you could eat the rocks and shells!  The cake was also very very tasty.  It was one layer of chocolate cake, one layer of vanilla cake and a white chocolate mousse in between the two layers.  Yum!  I will post pictures from the party in another post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDoC_B3zvEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Iwwc6IFCVRM/s1600/IMG_3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492705977389268034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDoC_B3zvEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Iwwc6IFCVRM/s400/IMG_3609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDoCmkftk4I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/REqnzsrSOh4/s1600/IMG_3610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492705557186712450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDoCmkftk4I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/REqnzsrSOh4/s400/IMG_3610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDoCIuUx3zI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/y-HB6VNMVgk/s1600/IMG_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492705044429135666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDoCIuUx3zI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/y-HB6VNMVgk/s320/IMG_3631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My birthday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-1929798574184200861?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1929798574184200861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1929798574184200861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1929798574184200861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1929798574184200861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/libbys-birthday-cake.html' title='Libby&apos;s Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDoC_B3zvEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Iwwc6IFCVRM/s72-c/IMG_3609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-8712347932363033969</id><published>2010-07-08T15:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:19:59.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The place with the peanuts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For Libby's birthday dinner she wanted to go to Texas Roadhouse, or as she calls it, "The Place with the Peanuts."  She likes the rolls and peanuts.  She always get macaroni and cheese, so I'm not sure she even knows how good their real food is!  She wanted a balloon and she wanted to sit on the birthday saddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYwMvJ4haI/AAAAAAAAB5I/S7mEDrLAP0s/s1600/IMG_3518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491629790999381410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYwMvJ4haI/AAAAAAAAB5I/S7mEDrLAP0s/s320/IMG_3518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here is the birthday girl!  I had to explain to her that even though we were telling the server it was her birthday, she still wouldn't be six until Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYv1WNovsI/AAAAAAAAB5A/MJ6zcxcttgQ/s1600/IMG_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491629389167247042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYv1WNovsI/AAAAAAAAB5A/MJ6zcxcttgQ/s320/IMG_3521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mommy and Libby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When it came time to sit on the saddle, my shy little girl crumbled and didn't go through with it!  Even though just minutes before she was bugging me about when were they bringing the saddle out!  However, she did get a dollar from the waitress who tried to bribe Libby to get on the saddle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYveIgRY9I/AAAAAAAAB44/NdUHvv1UV_Q/s1600/IMG_3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491628990350320594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYveIgRY9I/AAAAAAAAB44/NdUHvv1UV_Q/s320/IMG_3522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan was with us too.  He ordered a steak like the growing boy that he is.  He doesn't even pretend to look at the children's menu anymore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYvMsyOKsI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WYAhBhX50CQ/s1600/IMG_3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491628690851637954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYvMsyOKsI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WYAhBhX50CQ/s320/IMG_3523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here is Libby not wanting her picture taken.  She thinks if she makes funny faces I won't take her picture!  Now when she gets older she'll wonder why she looks goofy in all her pictures!  It might come in handy one day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYu2S67EWI/AAAAAAAAB4o/LfAyJeLSNyg/s1600/IMG_3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491628305951691106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYu2S67EWI/AAAAAAAAB4o/LfAyJeLSNyg/s320/IMG_3524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We made it through dinner and Libby got her balloon and a new pair of shades!  Over all it was a great day!  Make next year she'll sit on the saddle!  I don't think so though!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYufYkfcRI/AAAAAAAAB4g/kmTDw_Daxt0/s1600/IMG_3525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491627912331227410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYufYkfcRI/AAAAAAAAB4g/kmTDw_Daxt0/s320/IMG_3525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aren't they the two cutest kids ever?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-8712347932363033969?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/8712347932363033969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=8712347932363033969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/8712347932363033969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/8712347932363033969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/place-with-peanuts.html' title='The place with the peanuts.'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYwMvJ4haI/AAAAAAAAB5I/S7mEDrLAP0s/s72-c/IMG_3518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7802204417509821162</id><published>2010-07-08T15:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:58:55.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Monday Libby and I went to Summer's new house so the girls could play together, and Becky and I could check out Summer's new house.  Her house was so nice!  She really did a good job of pulling it all together!  The girls had a good time playing together, and the boys had fun, too.  Of course, we also had some good food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYr4kdQgZI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wBpwMJOrSWI/s1600/IMG_3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491625046483960210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYr4kdQgZI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wBpwMJOrSWI/s320/IMG_3510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jenna, Libby and Regan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;They've been playing together since they were very young!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It's nice for Becky, Summer and I to have kids the same age!  The boys are also the same age so they can play together too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYrfy55EmI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/wYmYQtBTSR8/s1600/IMG_3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491624620865426018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYrfy55EmI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/wYmYQtBTSR8/s320/IMG_3509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Here is the same picture of the girls, but Libby had a fuzzy weed in front of her face, so I had to try again.  Jenna and Regan look good though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYrAUQyBwI/AAAAAAAAB4I/55B0Fp2Gc9I/s1600/IMG_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491624080063989506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYrAUQyBwI/AAAAAAAAB4I/55B0Fp2Gc9I/s320/IMG_3511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Libby and Regan playing on the teeter-totter.  Libby didn't want to leave.  She wanted to go over to Regan's house and play next!  She's silly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2508862805249488016-7802204417509821162?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7802204417509821162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7802204417509821162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7802204417509821162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7802204417509821162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/play-date.html' title='Play Date'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYr4kdQgZI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wBpwMJOrSWI/s72-c/IMG_3510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-3950582507170753803</id><published>2010-07-08T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:43:43.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had a pretty low key 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  Libby and I just relaxed around the house all day, took naps, and just waited for night so we could go see the fireworks.  Libby stayed at her dad's house Friday and Saturday and they lit off fireworks there.  She couldn't wait to see the BIG fireworks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYoRFUYaLI/AAAAAAAAB4A/4LmgnvMcV1w/s1600/IMG_3499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491621069575448754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYoRFUYaLI/AAAAAAAAB4A/4LmgnvMcV1w/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is Libby as we are leaving the house.  She had some left over sparklers that she wanted to take with her.  She also decided she better wear her floppy sun hat too!  Sometimes I just don't know about that child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYnz4gfLdI/AAAAAAAAB34/CJc7xfN1TGU/s1600/IMG_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620567920356818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYnz4gfLdI/AAAAAAAAB34/CJc7xfN1TGU/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tipton&lt;/span&gt; fairgrounds.  Libby is playing with her sparklers while we wait for the show to begin.  Ironically, it didn't occur to me to take any pictures of the fireworks.  They are over and done so quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYna9W5a2I/AAAAAAAAB3w/DpGylb-IyIA/s1600/IMG_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620139725581154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYna9W5a2I/AAAAAAAAB3w/DpGylb-IyIA/s320/IMG_3506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is my little sleeping beauty passed out in the truck on the car ride home.  Don't worry, I didn't take this picture while I was driving!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I waited&lt;/span&gt; until we got home!  Poor baby, this was the second night in a row that she stayed up until almost midnight!  Her bedtime is 8pm in the summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2508862805249488016-3950582507170753803?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/3950582507170753803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=3950582507170753803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/3950582507170753803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/3950582507170753803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYoRFUYaLI/AAAAAAAAB4A/4LmgnvMcV1w/s72-c/IMG_3499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2977268747041243469</id><published>2010-07-08T15:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:26:50.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby and the puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The puppies are here! The puppies are here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby's dad has inherited Big Sister Michelle's dog, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reianna&lt;/span&gt;. She arrived at Mike's house pregnant. The puppies were born July 3rd. Libby was so excited that she was over at her dad's house for their arrival. She called me at work to tell me all about it! I was impressed that she didn't get sick or pass out watching the puppies being born. So here are the pups...they are for sale if anyone wants one. They are pure bred &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pitbulls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYjjGI73HI/AAAAAAAAB3o/OcsLMlo1O4U/s1600/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491615881475382386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYjjGI73HI/AAAAAAAAB3o/OcsLMlo1O4U/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is Libby with the puppy she calls &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt; One. She was the first puppy born and she looks like her mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYjKmp365I/AAAAAAAAB3g/hqsy4lDz4oI/s1600/IMG_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491615460706741138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYjKmp365I/AAAAAAAAB3g/hqsy4lDz4oI/s320/IMG_3517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is another one of the puppies. I can't tell them apart but Libby can. She had me take pictures of her holding all of them, but they all look the same to me. I'll refrain from posting all the pics as it would look like I'm posting the same picture over and over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYi5lxypjI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/u4RVfhBU5Wo/s1600/IMG_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491615168413738546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYi5lxypjI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/u4RVfhBU5Wo/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt;, the mama and her eight puppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;However two died the other day. They were the runts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Six puppies still remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-2977268747041243469?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2977268747041243469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2977268747041243469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2977268747041243469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2977268747041243469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/07/libby-and-puppies.html' title='Libby and the puppies'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TDYjjGI73HI/AAAAAAAAB3o/OcsLMlo1O4U/s72-c/IMG_3495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-4753568337988700074</id><published>2010-06-22T15:09:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:30:54.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Ball Diamond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libby and I have been able to make it to a few of Nathan's baseball games this summer.  It has been hot and Libby gets a little bored after she's already been to the concession stand enough and I have to tell her no!  Luckily, the ball diamond is at the school, so sometimes Libby likes to venture over to the playground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEN0uV5PJI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Frwe-zkVC5A/s1600/IMG_3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485681020558195858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEN0uV5PJI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Frwe-zkVC5A/s320/IMG_3441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is Nathan up to bat.  He actually missed that pitch, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; it gave me a chance to get a picture of him looking in my general direction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCENRon7lTI/AAAAAAAAB3I/6umslRzelD8/s1600/IMG_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485680417727812914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCENRon7lTI/AAAAAAAAB3I/6umslRzelD8/s320/IMG_3445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The main reason Libby wanted to take me to her playground was so she could show me how good she's getting on the monkey bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She can make it all the way across now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She is 89% monkey anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEM42dMgWI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Cp6MfGqz62I/s1600/IMG_3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485679991944151394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEM42dMgWI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Cp6MfGqz62I/s320/IMG_3449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My nieces also happen to be at the ball diamond that day, which contributed to the urgency of playing on the playground.  In the background are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; and Julianna.  I don't know how Cassie managed to escape all pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEMaEsrQYI/AAAAAAAAB24/g9Vz3JbCOGU/s1600/IMG_3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485679463191232898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEMaEsrQYI/AAAAAAAAB24/g9Vz3JbCOGU/s320/IMG_3455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We have a whole family of monkeys!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEL7RGsOQI/AAAAAAAAB2w/H6OtviSqWu8/s1600/IMG_3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485678933945628930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEL7RGsOQI/AAAAAAAAB2w/H6OtviSqWu8/s320/IMG_3456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just hanging around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCELgu1EnPI/AAAAAAAAB2o/FV3VLJkbvcI/s1600/IMG_3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485678478068325618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCELgu1EnPI/AAAAAAAAB2o/FV3VLJkbvcI/s320/IMG_3457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julianna taking it easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCELIEobQYI/AAAAAAAAB2g/SODYUjdm1m8/s1600/IMG_3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485678054424134018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCELIEobQYI/AAAAAAAAB2g/SODYUjdm1m8/s320/IMG_3459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; and Libby on the tire swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEK0xoXowI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/EOoYbaZBBNo/s1600/IMG_3469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485677722906108674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEK0xoXowI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/EOoYbaZBBNo/s320/IMG_3469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Zooming down the slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We eventually made it back to Nathan's game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was watching him with my magic eyes the whole time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-4753568337988700074?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/4753568337988700074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=4753568337988700074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4753568337988700074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4753568337988700074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-at-ball-diamond.html' title='Fun at the Ball Diamond!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TCEN0uV5PJI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Frwe-zkVC5A/s72-c/IMG_3441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-6250575469491617145</id><published>2010-06-18T08:57:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:19:46.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ft. Wayne Children's Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OK, I know I posted a few pics from the Ft. Wayne zoo in an earlier post, but now I have more time for an in-depth look!  It was such a cool place!  I'm ready for another trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt1djJRIcI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/_38uu9NyD6k/s1600/IMG_3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484106121764479426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt1djJRIcI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/_38uu9NyD6k/s320/IMG_3381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was our first encounter upon entering the zoo.  It's a drinking fountain!  It looks like the lion is eating your child when they get a drink.  How cool is that!  Libby thought it was hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt1KnB5PzI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Gusm0ztY3wY/s1600/IMG_3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484105796389781298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt1KnB5PzI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Gusm0ztY3wY/s320/IMG_3382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Luckily, she got out alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt0x5XTUQI/AAAAAAAAB2A/j4tNcJbDLho/s1600/IMG_3385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484105371814678786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt0x5XTUQI/AAAAAAAAB2A/j4tNcJbDLho/s320/IMG_3385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is Libby with a tortoise statue.  The real turtles are way back behind her, but they were really the size of that statue she's standing next to...maybe even bigger! She thought they were rocks when we first saw them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt0UdbZwPI/AAAAAAAAB14/CtAu8Rk8Ve0/s1600/IMG_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484104866099478770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt0UdbZwPI/AAAAAAAAB14/CtAu8Rk8Ve0/s320/IMG_3391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here are Nathan and Libby feeding the ducks.  I really think this was one of their favorite parts.  That and sitting next to a big peacock, but seeing the recent news I'm glad the peacock didn't attack us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtz62-GNyI/AAAAAAAAB1w/3gLaFhudtvc/s1600/IMG_3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484104426279286562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtz62-GNyI/AAAAAAAAB1w/3gLaFhudtvc/s320/IMG_3394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time for a train ride!  At this point, I think Nathan had had enough of my excessive camera use! He's getting to the age were he isn't all about the pix...unlike my movie star daughter who never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shys&lt;/span&gt; away from the camera!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtzlOD779I/AAAAAAAAB1o/xcD2BlbELAc/s1600/IMG_3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484104054520672210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtzlOD779I/AAAAAAAAB1o/xcD2BlbELAc/s320/IMG_3396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was a little mist park where you could cool off for awhile.  They also had little misters throughout the whole zoo.  It was refreshing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtzIcvuI4I/AAAAAAAAB1g/KgKxwiaLSEE/s1600/IMG_3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484103560246207362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtzIcvuI4I/AAAAAAAAB1g/KgKxwiaLSEE/s320/IMG_3397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is Nathan relaxing in the hammock after a long day exploring the jungle!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiana Nathan!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...it was a safari exhibit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtyv1u3UHI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/mB_poY89-TA/s1600/IMG_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484103137456771186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtyv1u3UHI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/mB_poY89-TA/s320/IMG_3398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Libby has never been in a hammock before.  She thought it was pretty cool.  She was trying to swing in it, but it was too close to the ground and had also been stretched out from all the kids playing on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtyWGh4ajI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ALOuk9NPjeo/s1600/IMG_3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102695289121330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtyWGh4ajI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/ALOuk9NPjeo/s320/IMG_3399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is Libby riding a manatee on the carousel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtxxsyte0I/AAAAAAAAB1I/MyVJsyeXHxw/s1600/IMG_3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102069905095490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtxxsyte0I/AAAAAAAAB1I/MyVJsyeXHxw/s320/IMG_3401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think Nathan has actually outgrown the carousel, but Libby made him go on it with her.  What a good "big brother"  he is to her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtxdqBd6XI/AAAAAAAAB1A/B1LgXk5eLcA/s1600/IMG_3405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484101725564299634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtxdqBd6XI/AAAAAAAAB1A/B1LgXk5eLcA/s320/IMG_3405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan finally gave in and let me take another picture of him, but he wasn't going for a full blown smile!  I can't have it all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtxF8UcyLI/AAAAAAAAB04/cgfj02EdbXo/s1600/IMG_3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484101318158895282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtxF8UcyLI/AAAAAAAAB04/cgfj02EdbXo/s320/IMG_3406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Libby pretending to take a ride on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kimono&lt;/span&gt; Dragon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtwxcJ7wkI/AAAAAAAAB0w/cPWhXERVc64/s1600/IMG_3412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484100965927469634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtwxcJ7wkI/AAAAAAAAB0w/cPWhXERVc64/s320/IMG_3412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libby riding around the corral on "Jenny the Pony."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtwaeYL3NI/AAAAAAAAB0o/Fs_3y0-Zshg/s1600/IMG_3414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484100571387124946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtwaeYL3NI/AAAAAAAAB0o/Fs_3y0-Zshg/s320/IMG_3414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Libby and Flash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtwC0LNcII/AAAAAAAAB0g/6PRItzYOKgA/s1600/IMG_3419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484100164921421954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtwC0LNcII/AAAAAAAAB0g/6PRItzYOKgA/s320/IMG_3419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;strollin&lt;/span&gt;' along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtvg6gm3cI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/nSYMCHw2Z50/s1600/IMG_3422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484099582506229186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtvg6gm3cI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/nSYMCHw2Z50/s320/IMG_3422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think these were supposed to be dinosaur eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtvJdpclOI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Vuk4uC5GN1A/s1600/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484099179621684450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtvJdpclOI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Vuk4uC5GN1A/s320/IMG_3426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think this was really Libby's favorite part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sky ride&lt;/span&gt;.  (It's like a ski lift.) It kind of made me feel a little nervous!  They even have little binoculars for the kids so they can look around!  Just look at that face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtuwwK5cqI/AAAAAAAAB0I/oYYkSXpHkE4/s1600/IMG_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098755097096866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtuwwK5cqI/AAAAAAAAB0I/oYYkSXpHkE4/s320/IMG_3427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Libby is sitting on a cot inside a mosquito tent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtuY3kx2eI/AAAAAAAAB0A/SqjA5ZADiH8/s1600/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098344767838690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBtuY3kx2eI/AAAAAAAAB0A/SqjA5ZADiH8/s320/IMG_3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We were at a camp in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; plains.  Libby had to pose on each stool inside the tent.  She's a funny little girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-6250575469491617145?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/6250575469491617145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=6250575469491617145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6250575469491617145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6250575469491617145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/06/ft-wayne-childrens-zoo.html' title='Ft. Wayne Children&apos;s Zoo!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBt1djJRIcI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/_38uu9NyD6k/s72-c/IMG_3381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-6438752949101828263</id><published>2010-06-17T21:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:23:50.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's Life ...in cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As we approach July, I begin the preparations for Libby's 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday! The hardest part is deciding on her birthday theme and picking a cake. Not just picking a cake, but picking out a cake I can make! My mom always made our birthday cakes when we were little...it was just a chocolate sheet cake but we loved it. So I decided to take this cake-making one step further when Libby celebrated her 1st birthday. I tried to get creative! Now I've turned it into a tradition! I usually just pick something out FOR Libby, depending on her interests and so far she's loved them all. This year she requested a Barbie Mermaid Tale cake. So I have been researching, shopping, and looking at lots of pictures of cakes and my friends at work are starting to think I'm crazy! Which brings me to this blog post...Libby's previous birthday cakes! I'd like to think I'm making progress, especially considering I only do one cake a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrPryTpyBI/AAAAAAAABz4/7IBWPgvTzdU/s1600/100_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483923847422527506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrPryTpyBI/AAAAAAAABz4/7IBWPgvTzdU/s400/100_1625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What other theme would I have picked for Libby's first birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes, a castle cake for my little Princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was a little naive, as I went for taste instead of function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I choose cool whip icing which I love on cake, but unfortunately its not very sturdy for decorating! I was still proud of the cake anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrPU1QY9rI/AAAAAAAABzw/Pc1MmZmmdbs/s1600/100_1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483923453077157554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrPU1QY9rI/AAAAAAAABzw/Pc1MmZmmdbs/s320/100_1626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I keep thinking Libby will request this cake again so I can make it better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It did fool my mom...she thought I paid big bucks for a professional made cake! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrM6Z3M6UI/AAAAAAAABzo/pX1t8KfIIgo/s1600/100_3240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483920800023898434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrM6Z3M6UI/AAAAAAAABzo/pX1t8KfIIgo/s320/100_3240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Since Libby's birthday is so close to 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, I chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Red, White and Two!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for her 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I thought it was quite clever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Barbie was an obvious choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Meet, "Independence Day Barbie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I crack myself up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrMh4P7hNI/AAAAAAAABzg/b-5f9FwBSGM/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483920378683950290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrMh4P7hNI/AAAAAAAABzg/b-5f9FwBSGM/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libby was fascinated with animals, so I made a "Zoo Cake" for her 3rd Birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought this cake turned out really well...probably because I really only iced the cake, the other decorations were ready-made!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrLfCi0k8I/AAAAAAAABzY/Dm01k31PTtI/s1600/butterflybirthday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483919230396306370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrLfCi0k8I/AAAAAAAABzY/Dm01k31PTtI/s320/butterflybirthday4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Libby's Butterfly Birthday" was the theme of her 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got the idea from a Fancy Nancy book, which Libby just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;loves, loves, loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrLIBz_uJI/AAAAAAAABzQ/JRanTqRQt_g/s1600/IMG_2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483918835062913170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrLIBz_uJI/AAAAAAAABzQ/JRanTqRQt_g/s320/IMG_2867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right about now you're probably thinking I suddenly developed mad cake skills from the previous year. I wish I could take credit for this cake, but I ordered it from the bakery. However I did put the Tinkerbell fairies on the cake, so I can take a little credit. During the time of Libby's 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday I was having back trouble and could hardly walk. I think I shed a few tears when I ordered this cake. It could have been due to back pain, but most likely it was due to the fact that I couldn't make it myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now we are about 3 weeks away from Libby's 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and I'm ready! I've got all the props for the cake, a sketch of the cake (hopefully the cake turns out better than my sketch because it kind of resembles a stick figure cake!) and I'M FEELING GOOD! I think this might be the best cake yet! Stay tuned for pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2508862805249488016-6438752949101828263?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/6438752949101828263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=6438752949101828263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6438752949101828263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6438752949101828263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/06/libbys-life-in-cakes.html' title='Libby&apos;s Life ...in cakes!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBrPryTpyBI/AAAAAAAABz4/7IBWPgvTzdU/s72-c/100_1625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-4456159124580809616</id><published>2010-06-15T21:47:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:27:10.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward to Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It's been a very long time but....I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; now at home so I'm back to blogging!  So here are a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snippets&lt;/span&gt; of what has been going on so far this summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgx2sUNLzI/AAAAAAAABzA/fSXWHFd6WmA/s1600/IMG_3377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483187362002186034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgx2sUNLzI/AAAAAAAABzA/fSXWHFd6WmA/s320/IMG_3377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This is Princess Libby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She's growing so fast!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She will be starting 1st grade in August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgxWt2gpmI/AAAAAAAABy4/a91bWaVzVNU/s1600/IMG_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483186812658689634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgxWt2gpmI/AAAAAAAABy4/a91bWaVzVNU/s320/IMG_3423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In case you were wondering, Libby was hatched!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgxDZGgDuI/AAAAAAAAByw/mYCy_0Tdx50/s1600/IMG_3414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483186480671100642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgxDZGgDuI/AAAAAAAAByw/mYCy_0Tdx50/s320/IMG_3414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over memorial weekend, my mom took us to the Ft Wayne &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Zoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I highly recommend it.  It was so much better than Indy Zoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They had pony rides.  Libby went twice she liked it so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the second pony she rode...it's name was Flash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgwmdTBGDI/AAAAAAAAByo/MgRW812k5DE/s1600/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483185983581132850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgwmdTBGDI/AAAAAAAAByo/MgRW812k5DE/s320/IMG_3408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the first pony she rode.  She picked it out herself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pony's name was Jenny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear we didn't know that when she picked it out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libby thought it was hilarious she was riding a pony named Jenny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgwR4XdkBI/AAAAAAAAByg/ifELRl5UoAg/s1600/IMG_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483185630070280210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgwR4XdkBI/AAAAAAAAByg/ifELRl5UoAg/s320/IMG_3402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are Nathan and Libby in a tree house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Nathan was pretending to be a baboon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgv26-j6dI/AAAAAAAAByY/HvWIz11CowU/s1600/IMG_3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483185166914677202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgv26-j6dI/AAAAAAAAByY/HvWIz11CowU/s320/IMG_3384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nathan and Libby at the petting zoo or really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;it was just a goat farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgvhuvjFFI/AAAAAAAAByQ/89iNad66DWE/s1600/IMG_3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184802853229650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgvhuvjFFI/AAAAAAAAByQ/89iNad66DWE/s320/IMG_3380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan and Libby when we first arrived at the Ft. Wayne Zoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgvIVZgukI/AAAAAAAAByI/_WYeoiQeRkY/s1600/IMG_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184366553184834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgvIVZgukI/AAAAAAAAByI/_WYeoiQeRkY/s320/IMG_3487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Libby's new summer toy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Cannonball Splash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It came with its own body board which was a big highlight for Libby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It was actually the deciding factor when trying to choose between this and a slip and slide with a shark mouth that you slide through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She's a funny little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBguxSmOz0I/AAAAAAAAByA/-ly9rkwEIzo/s1600/IMG_3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183970664238914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBguxSmOz0I/AAAAAAAAByA/-ly9rkwEIzo/s320/IMG_3481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Libby also got a new sprinkler this year because I wasn't sure her one from last  year still worked.  This on has balls that pop out with the water.  The water doesn't spin though.  It's a good thing we got the "pool" too.  Libby really doesn't care what the toy is as long as she can get wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBguRYTYxjI/AAAAAAAABx4/mw08YHouAWY/s1600/IMG_3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183422439999026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBguRYTYxjI/AAAAAAAABx4/mw08YHouAWY/s320/IMG_3485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Here's my supermodel showing off her new pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She's such a sassy little thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgtzW_QRVI/AAAAAAAABxw/RqpI_aTv2EU/s1600/IMG_3483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483182906691044690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgtzW_QRVI/AAAAAAAABxw/RqpI_aTv2EU/s320/IMG_3483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So maybe shopping at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; on payday isn't a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mama just can't say no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Libby had to have this new little princess picnic table set.  It comes with an umbrella!  I know she's spoiled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-4456159124580809616?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/4456159124580809616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=4456159124580809616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4456159124580809616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/4456159124580809616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2010/06/fast-forward-to-summer.html' title='Fast Forward to Summer!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/TBgx2sUNLzI/AAAAAAAABzA/fSXWHFd6WmA/s72-c/IMG_3377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-6448100591708235218</id><published>2009-12-21T04:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:19:16.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My poor poor Libby!  She was so excited about the snow, she couldn't quite grasp the concept that there really wasn't that much snow!  She had to bundle up and go outside anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9Cz8GLDkI/AAAAAAAABxo/3BmprckiUV0/s1600-h/IMG_3153[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417622336822775362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9Cz8GLDkI/AAAAAAAABxo/3BmprckiUV0/s320/IMG_3153%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She headed straight for her swing set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was feeling neglected...it hadn't been played on since fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9CfJoYFCI/AAAAAAAABxg/zWytP-48cAY/s1600-h/IMG_3158[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417621979678643234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9CfJoYFCI/AAAAAAAABxg/zWytP-48cAY/s320/IMG_3158%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is my precious little one tossing up snowballs into the air and trying to catch flakes in her mouth as it came down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9CHkxzgeI/AAAAAAAABxY/ql2qoUS0QIo/s1600-h/IMG_3166[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417621574649086434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9CHkxzgeI/AAAAAAAABxY/ql2qoUS0QIo/s320/IMG_3166%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is nothing more fun than playing on a trampoline covered in snow (and leaves).  Libby tried making a snow angel on the ground but it didn't work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here she is giving it a try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on her&lt;/span&gt; trampoline..it worked better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9B4a_IAZI/AAAAAAAABxQ/WwL2T7bM0uY/s1600-h/IMG_3168[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417621314322563474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9B4a_IAZI/AAAAAAAABxQ/WwL2T7bM0uY/s320/IMG_3168%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Libby even had to try her sled. I tried to explain to her if you can still see grass, there is not enough snow to sled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9Bmn71ARI/AAAAAAAABxI/kSHuIWshEEo/s1600-h/IMG_3171[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417621008560750866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9Bmn71ARI/AAAAAAAABxI/kSHuIWshEEo/s320/IMG_3171%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She didn't really care.  She was having fun sledding down what she thinks is a hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Actually, it's more like a bump in the yard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-6448100591708235218?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/6448100591708235218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=6448100591708235218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6448100591708235218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6448100591708235218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-snow-of-season.html' title='First Snow of the Season'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9Cz8GLDkI/AAAAAAAABxo/3BmprckiUV0/s72-c/IMG_3153%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5006936754105114300</id><published>2009-12-21T04:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:11:36.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vosko's&lt;/span&gt; baby boy turns 1!  Libby and I went to his birthday party one early Sunday afternoon (after I worked Friday and Saturday night)!  Libby had a good time playing with the other kids at the party and even made off with over half of the party favors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9BMk3EdPI/AAAAAAAABxA/DoYof8Wuv78/s1600-h/IMG_3144[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417620561058886898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9BMk3EdPI/AAAAAAAABxA/DoYof8Wuv78/s320/IMG_3144%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is Jack.  He is very excited to turn 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9AyLqaPbI/AAAAAAAABw4/619g-SbtZNc/s1600-h/IMG_3146[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417620107618303410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9AyLqaPbI/AAAAAAAABw4/619g-SbtZNc/s320/IMG_3146%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is the only pic I got where Libby actually was looking at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9Ac7stgdI/AAAAAAAABww/EcLYZ1kupH4/s1600-h/IMG_3150[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417619742555734482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9Ac7stgdI/AAAAAAAABww/EcLYZ1kupH4/s320/IMG_3150%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not a single cooperative kid in the bunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One picture...is that too much to ask!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-5006936754105114300?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5006936754105114300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5006936754105114300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5006936754105114300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5006936754105114300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-party.html' title='A Birthday Party'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy9BMk3EdPI/AAAAAAAABxA/DoYof8Wuv78/s72-c/IMG_3144%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1658783067248007967</id><published>2009-12-21T04:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:06:27.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby had her first Kindergarten field trip to the Children's Museum.  I was lucky enough to be one of the parent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chaperones&lt;/span&gt;.  Although five minutes into the hour long bus ride to Indy I thought I must have been crazy to have volunteered!  The kids finally calmed down after 15 minutes!  It was nice to be able to spend some time with Libby and learn who the kids in her class are! I think all the kids had a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8_-315VKI/AAAAAAAABwo/9dTFBcqO0TI/s1600-h/IMG_3131[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417619226124440738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8_-315VKI/AAAAAAAABwo/9dTFBcqO0TI/s320/IMG_3131%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby on the carousel...one of her favorite things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8_vSOnIZI/AAAAAAAABwg/1Vu6EEr4K_E/s1600-h/IMG_3132[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417618958329520530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8_vSOnIZI/AAAAAAAABwg/1Vu6EEr4K_E/s320/IMG_3132%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Zoom, Zoom, Zoom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes, she is getting good at pics with her eyes closed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8_eQrUJhI/AAAAAAAABwY/kcQNnpR4ios/s1600-h/IMG_3134[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417618665855264274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8_eQrUJhI/AAAAAAAABwY/kcQNnpR4ios/s320/IMG_3134%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here are the kids "skating" on the "ice!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8-1jY3p0I/AAAAAAAABwI/dfX_hqEBNHE/s1600-h/IMG_3133[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417617966503536450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8-1jY3p0I/AAAAAAAABwI/dfX_hqEBNHE/s320/IMG_3133%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;...wipe-out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8-jJv0hFI/AAAAAAAABwA/t7T5q5hfWYM/s1600-h/IMG_3137[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417617650382832722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8-jJv0hFI/AAAAAAAABwA/t7T5q5hfWYM/s320/IMG_3137%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here's Libby playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;on the&lt;/span&gt; castle inside the winter wonderland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8-R5sF7lI/AAAAAAAABv4/eQZp60IGM0Q/s1600-h/IMG_3138[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417617354014453330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8-R5sF7lI/AAAAAAAABv4/eQZp60IGM0Q/s320/IMG_3138%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This part was really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;They had a huge kitchen set up with a big oven, plenty of food, dishes and what-not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy89_1tTGbI/AAAAAAAABvw/VmGznxsXgMk/s1600-h/IMG_3140[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417617043708123570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy89_1tTGbI/AAAAAAAABvw/VmGznxsXgMk/s320/IMG_3140%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby getting her baked goods out of the oven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Look! She even put her oven mitts on first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-1658783067248007967?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1658783067248007967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1658783067248007967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1658783067248007967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1658783067248007967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/12/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy8_-315VKI/AAAAAAAABwo/9dTFBcqO0TI/s72-c/IMG_3131%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7564901771375455350</id><published>2009-12-21T04:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:49:35.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Another Thanksgiving at the Hoover House...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy89o16leDI/AAAAAAAABvo/mv6KB7IN4Zo/s1600-h/IMG_3124[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417616648626862130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy89o16leDI/AAAAAAAABvo/mv6KB7IN4Zo/s320/IMG_3124%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Libby picked out her ensemble all by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insistent&lt;/span&gt; on her dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I tried to persuade her in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entirely&lt;/span&gt; different direction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but she wasn't having it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I think she looks like a go-go dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She's still beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy89KUA_0lI/AAAAAAAABvg/_grdtV-vRs8/s1600-h/IMG_3128[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417616124130873938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy89KUA_0lI/AAAAAAAABvg/_grdtV-vRs8/s320/IMG_3128%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here are 3/4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ths&lt;/span&gt; of the girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;acting crazy as usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy88sYGx4gI/AAAAAAAABvY/fldIifJDw_I/s1600-h/IMG_3130[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417615609832792578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy88sYGx4gI/AAAAAAAABvY/fldIifJDw_I/s320/IMG_3130%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It has been a long time since I've actually gotten all the kids together in a picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I guess they are all old enough now to sit still for 5 seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nathan 10, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; 8, Cassie 7, Libby 5, Jules 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm positive everyone had a great time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There weren't any leftovers to speak of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and the play room was a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2508862805249488016-7564901771375455350?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7564901771375455350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7564901771375455350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7564901771375455350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7564901771375455350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sy89o16leDI/AAAAAAAABvo/mv6KB7IN4Zo/s72-c/IMG_3124%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1499775533754693450</id><published>2009-11-10T05:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:25:20.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nineteen days ago, Libby had her first loose tooth.  Today, it finally fell out!  I was away from the house for 1 1/2 hours and on my way back home when Libby called to tell me she pulled her tooth out, that it didn't hurt or bleed!  She was so excited!  I can't believe I missed it!  I tried to get her to pull it out the night before because I could tell it was just sitting in there and she would have nothing to do with it.  I'm not sure what her daddy said to her, but she yanked her tooth out the next morning when he was with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk84cvT5II/AAAAAAAABvI/Dfe4APT2YPQ/s1600-h/IMG_3108[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402416168492590210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk84cvT5II/AAAAAAAABvI/Dfe4APT2YPQ/s320/IMG_3108%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here is Libby showing off her gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, it's not much of a gap since her new tooth has already broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;through her gums, but she's proud of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The tooth she lost was the tiniest little tooth I've ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never thought I'd be one of those parents to keep their child's teeth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but I talked to the tooth fairy, and she said I could keep just this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just for the record...I DID NOT keep her umbilical stump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk8ccRv3_I/AAAAAAAABvA/3ORKDC9Bh1U/s1600-h/IMG_3114[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402415687332257778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk8ccRv3_I/AAAAAAAABvA/3ORKDC9Bh1U/s320/IMG_3114%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here is Libby getting ready to go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is modeling her tooth fairy pillow I made for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's hard to tell, but there is a pocket in the middle to keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;your tooth nice and safe until the tooth fairy comes and exchanges it for a dollar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had to explain to Libby that the tooth fairy is not stealing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's an exchange program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes she just cracks me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk8GCUBKqI/AAAAAAAABu4/_Cq1DC3ZwWU/s1600-h/IMG_3116[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402415302405335714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk8GCUBKqI/AAAAAAAABu4/_Cq1DC3ZwWU/s320/IMG_3116%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before Libby went to bed that night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she asked me if the tooth fairy was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; when she found her dollar in her pillow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she said ecstatically, "The tooth fairy IS real!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That all took place on Saturday.  After working Monday night, I did not see Libby until she got off the bus Tuesday afternoon.  Do you know what she told me?!  She has here 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; loose tooth already!  At this rate she will be toothless by the time Xmas cards come out!  She will be the most beautiful toothless wonder I've ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-1499775533754693450?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1499775533754693450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1499775533754693450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1499775533754693450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1499775533754693450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/11/tooth-fairy.html' title='The Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk84cvT5II/AAAAAAAABvI/Dfe4APT2YPQ/s72-c/IMG_3108%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1494068572044901402</id><published>2009-11-10T05:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:07:57.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It has been a while since I've taken pictures of Libby at gymnastics.  I just happen to have had my camera with me the other day so I that I would snap away!  Although the pics never turn out well because the parents are all on the other side of a glass wall!  Well, they are still good enough for me to enjoy!  Hopefully it's enough to satisfy your curiousity as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk7tu1ilHI/AAAAAAAABuw/3-WkXwbr6Qo/s1600-h/IMG_3098[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402414884860367986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk7tu1ilHI/AAAAAAAABuw/3-WkXwbr6Qo/s320/IMG_3098%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Libby is on the bar on the right with the purple leotard on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She just got that outfit that day.  Libby picked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it out...it has doggy bones on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Libby is doing really well on the bars.  I think it was just this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;summer when she was still scared to flip around them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk7W1kttVI/AAAAAAAABuo/ZJzfpcp3oZI/s1600-h/IMG_3102[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402414491531851090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk7W1kttVI/AAAAAAAABuo/ZJzfpcp3oZI/s320/IMG_3102%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Here she is working on her bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Back in my day they were called back bends!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway, she's supposed to fall back into a bridge from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a standing position.  She is still having trouble with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk63S-pwHI/AAAAAAAABug/yO2z7WMVKWI/s1600-h/IMG_3103[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402413949669458034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk63S-pwHI/AAAAAAAABug/yO2z7WMVKWI/s320/IMG_3103%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She does well up to this point.  She's just leaning into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;position right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk6gsjNgoI/AAAAAAAABuY/yBdTSy--7oE/s1600-h/IMG_3101[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402413561396691586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk6gsjNgoI/AAAAAAAABuY/yBdTSy--7oE/s320/IMG_3101%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's when she starts to fall back that she messes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Look at her legs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's ok!  We just keep practicing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk6J_Ki5lI/AAAAAAAABuQ/TGZP5BbyDcE/s1600-h/IMG_3106[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402413171256518226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk6J_Ki5lI/AAAAAAAABuQ/TGZP5BbyDcE/s320/IMG_3106%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Libby is on the far right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They are doing spider handstands over to a forward roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Just in case you were wondering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-1494068572044901402?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1494068572044901402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1494068572044901402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1494068572044901402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1494068572044901402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/11/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk7tu1ilHI/AAAAAAAABuw/3-WkXwbr6Qo/s72-c/IMG_3098%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-3861460492254683519</id><published>2009-11-10T04:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:54:26.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After much anticipation, Halloween finally arrived!  Libby was so eager to go trick or treating that she even agreed to take a nap that afternoon!  Of course with this new daylight saving time, it didn't even get dark until after we got home...so it was pointless to have gotten Libby a costume that had a lighted skirt!  It also made it more difficult to tell which houses were welcoming trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; because it was hard to see if the porch lights were on or not.  All of these are things I'm sure Gov. Daniels did not consider when he changed DST!  Of course, Libby noticed none of these things and was perfectly content going door to door in the daylight begging for candy with all her cousins!  I was happy to see chocolate made a comeback this year after a very disappointing bucket full of hard candy last year!  Let's here it for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;...enough of my rants...on to the pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk5hu-_6LI/AAAAAAAABuI/pQzfNO88arY/s1600-h/IMG_3083[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402412479718353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk5hu-_6LI/AAAAAAAABuI/pQzfNO88arY/s320/IMG_3083%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is my princess....literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is actually  a witch costume, but at the last minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she decided she was just going to be a Halloween Princess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so we ditched the witch hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk5KWkTvsI/AAAAAAAABuA/4fOxbaxspkg/s1600-h/IMG_3086[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402412078026964674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk5KWkTvsI/AAAAAAAABuA/4fOxbaxspkg/s320/IMG_3086%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is Libby with two of her cousins, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; and Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk3P5nEKTI/AAAAAAAABt4/-AuzbN0fttM/s1600-h/IMG_3087[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402409974309857586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk3P5nEKTI/AAAAAAAABt4/-AuzbN0fttM/s320/IMG_3087%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is Libby being held at knife point by Nathan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He's her most favorite person (besides me of course!) in the whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wide world, so she didn't mind him threatening her life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk26ffNiEI/AAAAAAAABtw/AN-T1DWEIRQ/s1600-h/IMG_3089[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402409606520342594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk26ffNiEI/AAAAAAAABtw/AN-T1DWEIRQ/s320/IMG_3089%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The porch of this house was "haunted" and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;people who lived there were dressed up as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The kids thought it was cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk2SLEyq5I/AAAAAAAABto/JgfCE2nf79I/s1600-h/IMG_3090[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402408913846053778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk2SLEyq5I/AAAAAAAABto/JgfCE2nf79I/s320/IMG_3090%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This  pot belly pig  greeted trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; at one house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ironically, Libby did not want to interact with this pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby apparently only likes farm pigs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This pig was even dressed for the occasion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has wings and a tutu if you can't tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk1_6BGaiI/AAAAAAAABtg/foSLxVNrOPc/s1600-h/IMG_3091[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402408600029522466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk1_6BGaiI/AAAAAAAABtg/foSLxVNrOPc/s320/IMG_3091%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This was our last stop of the evening...Toni's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby decided she would put on her monster mask so she could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;give Toni a big scare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kids this age are so funny because they actually believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;they scare us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, sometimes Libby does scare me, but it has nothing to do with the mask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2508862805249488016-3861460492254683519?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/3861460492254683519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=3861460492254683519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/3861460492254683519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/3861460492254683519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk5hu-_6LI/AAAAAAAABuI/pQzfNO88arY/s72-c/IMG_3083%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5734458423939363003</id><published>2009-11-10T04:27:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:32:35.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Libby's surprise, the Great Pumpkin had come to visit her while she was sleeping Halloween Eve. When she awoke in the morning and came downstairs she noticed a bag with a card sitting next to her pumpkins. She became very excited as she ran over to the table to find her name on the card and quickly read it to see who it was from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk1gmC0EAI/AAAAAAAABtY/zeCnscPjmx0/s1600-h/IMG_3059[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402408062092054530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk1gmC0EAI/AAAAAAAABtY/zeCnscPjmx0/s320/IMG_3059%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;from The Great Pumpkin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk1L5D6SbI/AAAAAAAABtQ/0BQaNODqPXI/s1600-h/IMG_3061[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402407706419677618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk1L5D6SbI/AAAAAAAABtQ/0BQaNODqPXI/s320/IMG_3061%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Although Libby did think it was HER pumpkins that brought her the bag of goodies and not "The Great Pumpkin" from the Charlie Brown movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well...if she wants to believe her pumpkins did it, what does it matter?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk0uNLYcLI/AAAAAAAABtI/L6craxrJVoA/s1600-h/IMG_3065[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402407196423647410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk0uNLYcLI/AAAAAAAABtI/L6craxrJVoA/s320/IMG_3065%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her she is unwrapping her first present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk0WwhyzxI/AAAAAAAABtA/m_4_tJ-vcoo/s1600-h/IMG_3066[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402406793596030738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk0WwhyzxI/AAAAAAAABtA/m_4_tJ-vcoo/s320/IMG_3066%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nothing says Happy Halloween like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween Barbie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svkzm9VD-0I/AAAAAAAABs4/LaLJTaMTSJU/s1600-h/IMG_3069[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402405972398570306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svkzm9VD-0I/AAAAAAAABs4/LaLJTaMTSJU/s320/IMG_3069%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Somehow the Great Pumpkin knew Libby loves homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; her two new math workbooks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvkzPrY-y0I/AAAAAAAABsw/FjTNl3JEho0/s1600-h/IMG_3074[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402405572446178114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvkzPrY-y0I/AAAAAAAABsw/FjTNl3JEho0/s320/IMG_3074%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She also got some new notebooks and stickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The girl loves to doodle and "write" notes, bills, etc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svky10VUzbI/AAAAAAAABso/t3hC7HxLBWg/s1600-h/IMG_3080[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402405128170163634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svky10VUzbI/AAAAAAAABso/t3hC7HxLBWg/s320/IMG_3080%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here she is with her new Fancy Nancy book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even though it's a level one, they are still a little tricky for her to read because of all the big fancy words Nancy uses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvkyfPV0PrI/AAAAAAAABsg/OBtDgczc5nQ/s1600-h/IMG_3081[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402404740282990258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvkyfPV0PrI/AAAAAAAABsg/OBtDgczc5nQ/s320/IMG_3081%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alas, Halloween Barbie is out of her box, and shortly after this picture she was out of her clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;, Hannah Montana wanted to borrow her dress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and Barbie wanted to be a rock star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-5734458423939363003?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5734458423939363003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5734458423939363003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5734458423939363003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5734458423939363003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-morning.html' title='Halloween Morning!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Svk1gmC0EAI/AAAAAAAABtY/zeCnscPjmx0/s72-c/IMG_3059%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5889118158731560667</id><published>2009-11-06T01:35:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:24:55.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For Halloween we decided to go to the Children's Museum Haunted House and Boo at the Zoo.  We didn't get a chance to make it to the zoo this summer so Libby was really excited to go for Halloween.  We invited Libby's friend, Sydney from preschool, and her mom and brother to go along with us.  Now Libby was so excited to go because she had a friend to go with her.  Luckily the weather cooperated and it was a very nice day to be outside!  Everyone had fun but it was a very long day.  Although I think the mommies were more tired than the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPJ_4YTxwI/AAAAAAAABsY/FZU1HJ5u7Cg/s1600-h/IMG_3021[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400882477450643202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPJ_4YTxwI/AAAAAAAABsY/FZU1HJ5u7Cg/s320/IMG_3021%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First stop, Children's Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The kids were amused by the statues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPJrBcdAlI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ZBUeCHeM3Oo/s1600-h/IMG_3022[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400882119106691666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPJrBcdAlI/AAAAAAAABsQ/ZBUeCHeM3Oo/s320/IMG_3022%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is probably my favorite picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The statue kids are playing tug-o-war, so the real kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;decided to join in too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They thought that was hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPJQkFyqAI/AAAAAAAABsI/Xm-ETAx_frs/s1600-h/IMG_3027[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400881664550414338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPJQkFyqAI/AAAAAAAABsI/Xm-ETAx_frs/s320/IMG_3027%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is Tyler and Libby posing with a giant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dinosaur leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPI62aTM4I/AAAAAAAABsA/jtHsqw93FJo/s1600-h/IMG_3028[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400881291511149442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPI62aTM4I/AAAAAAAABsA/jtHsqw93FJo/s320/IMG_3028%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Next stop...Boo at the Zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sydney is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vampiress&lt;/span&gt; and Libby is a witch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;zombie witch or monster witch.  She's funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPIpM3bTDI/AAAAAAAABr4/o-tu6bhds7c/s1600-h/IMG_3029[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400880988301249586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPIpM3bTDI/AAAAAAAABr4/o-tu6bhds7c/s320/IMG_3029%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lightning McQueen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vampiress&lt;/span&gt;, and the Good Witch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPIIbPrxgI/AAAAAAAABrw/FqQ3amnajyo/s1600-h/IMG_3030[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400880425225405954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPIIbPrxgI/AAAAAAAABrw/FqQ3amnajyo/s320/IMG_3030%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The kids posing against their will.  They wanted to get right in to see the sharks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPH0nmF9DI/AAAAAAAABro/wQLFFdgXD-o/s1600-h/IMG_3034[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400880084943238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPH0nmF9DI/AAAAAAAABro/wQLFFdgXD-o/s320/IMG_3034%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby petting a shark.  Her arms are finally long enough to reach down to pet them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPHdu1Aj_I/AAAAAAAABrg/jSSRl_LRaKo/s1600-h/IMG_3035[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400879691747856370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPHdu1Aj_I/AAAAAAAABrg/jSSRl_LRaKo/s320/IMG_3035%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby was in a picture taking mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lucky for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPHFC17cMI/AAAAAAAABrY/f2VaGJORyFk/s1600-h/IMG_3037[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400879267623694530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPHFC17cMI/AAAAAAAABrY/f2VaGJORyFk/s320/IMG_3037%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is another of my favorite pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It almost looks real, which makes it that much more funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPGtWwki9I/AAAAAAAABrQ/8pS14yQ4W2I/s1600-h/IMG_3039[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400878860653071314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPGtWwki9I/AAAAAAAABrQ/8pS14yQ4W2I/s320/IMG_3039%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby and Sydney going for a ride on the haunted train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPGYcXsA1I/AAAAAAAABrI/ietyNnTISBs/s1600-h/IMG_3040[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400878501382062930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPGYcXsA1I/AAAAAAAABrI/ietyNnTISBs/s320/IMG_3040%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trick or Treat time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby and Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flintstone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPGBnAQS9I/AAAAAAAABrA/CV6gJGH-l5c/s1600-h/IMG_3041[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400878109099576274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPGBnAQS9I/AAAAAAAABrA/CV6gJGH-l5c/s320/IMG_3041%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some sort of fairy, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPFpPdU3RI/AAAAAAAABq4/4i_snlO8xPA/s1600-h/IMG_3043[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400877690462199058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPFpPdU3RI/AAAAAAAABq4/4i_snlO8xPA/s320/IMG_3043%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The kids take a spin on the carousel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They soon found out it was spinning backwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They thought that was so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPFRpURHKI/AAAAAAAABqw/pVt-lg5k57k/s1600-h/IMG_3045[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400877285086665890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPFRpURHKI/AAAAAAAABqw/pVt-lg5k57k/s320/IMG_3045%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby wanted me take her picture with this ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She actually wanted to climb up the hill and stand next to it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but mean mama said no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPE7ydkvsI/AAAAAAAABqo/slu-fXndE-k/s1600-h/IMG_3046[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400876909584498370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPE7ydkvsI/AAAAAAAABqo/slu-fXndE-k/s320/IMG_3046%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some more posing with the props.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPElV4kZ-I/AAAAAAAABqg/0OmKoK6kqSE/s1600-h/IMG_3048[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400876523955972066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPElV4kZ-I/AAAAAAAABqg/0OmKoK6kqSE/s320/IMG_3048%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This was at the very end of the zoo and the kids were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;still willing to pose for pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPERb60ZNI/AAAAAAAABqY/QRkWxj9HGYQ/s1600-h/IMG_3050[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400876181978637522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPERb60ZNI/AAAAAAAABqY/QRkWxj9HGYQ/s320/IMG_3050%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One last picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby the firefighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She made me take her picture twice because she thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-5889118158731560667?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5889118158731560667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5889118158731560667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5889118158731560667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5889118158731560667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-activities.html' title='Halloween Activities'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SvPJ_4YTxwI/AAAAAAAABsY/FZU1HJ5u7Cg/s72-c/IMG_3021%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-893043204723748974</id><published>2009-10-18T11:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:46:44.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby and her Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby was so excited Saturday when I told her we were going pumpkin shopping!  Of course she also thought it would be time to trick or treat!  After we looked at the calendar and counted the days until Halloween, she was able to once again get excited about getting her pumpkin, and not trick or treating for 13 more days!  In the past I have taken Libby to fancy pumpkin patches and spent $40 or more on pumpkins.   This year I decided to skip the pumpkin patch and go to a local produce stand down the road.  Libby wanted to get four pumpkins...one each for mommy, daddy, Libby, and of course Ginger.  Now given my history with expensive pumpkins, I told her pumpkins were very expensive and she could get one big pumpkin and 3 little pumpkins.  I had $50 cash in my pocket, ready to shop!  We found a BIG pumpkin, and three little baby pumpkins that fit in the palm of my hand!  We went to the cashier, I held my breath as I waited for the grand total...The lady said, "That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be $2.50."  Huh?  The big pumpkin was $1.00!  I was so excited I almost went and picked out 3 more big pumpkins for my baby!  But I didn't really want to carve them all, so we just said, "Thank you" and left!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WooHoo&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm sorry fancy pumpkin patch in the city...I don't think you will be seeing us again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts6lIdb9AI/AAAAAAAABqQ/oQjmVOVktEQ/s1600-h/IMG_3006[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393969388306822146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts6lIdb9AI/AAAAAAAABqQ/oQjmVOVktEQ/s320/IMG_3006%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is Libby with her $1.00 pumpkin and a giant spoon getting ready to clean out the pumpkin.  She did think it looked a little gross inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts51TLmXJI/AAAAAAAABqI/Aezo0LWpzEI/s1600-h/IMG_3007[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393968566551075986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts51TLmXJI/AAAAAAAABqI/Aezo0LWpzEI/s320/IMG_3007%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She's going for it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts5aYBTXkI/AAAAAAAABqA/uCjQi1WcCV8/s1600-h/IMG_3010[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393968103993597506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts5aYBTXkI/AAAAAAAABqA/uCjQi1WcCV8/s320/IMG_3010%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eeew&lt;/span&gt;!  Pumpkin guts!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She was loving every minute of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts45zCHhAI/AAAAAAAABp4/skUMSPlnKgQ/s1600-h/IMG_3012[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393967544309089282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts45zCHhAI/AAAAAAAABp4/skUMSPlnKgQ/s320/IMG_3012%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is the finished product!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Notice the three little pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We just decorated those with a sharpie marker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts4g1VYTsI/AAAAAAAABpw/9qV_GI9bl0o/s1600-h/IMG_3013[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393967115430022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts4g1VYTsI/AAAAAAAABpw/9qV_GI9bl0o/s320/IMG_3013%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ooooo&lt;/span&gt;...scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, not so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts4IZjDuyI/AAAAAAAABpo/ezuECS60rE0/s1600-h/IMG_3014[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393966695654341410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts4IZjDuyI/AAAAAAAABpo/ezuECS60rE0/s320/IMG_3014%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You can't tell, but the candle is actually lit in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Libby wanted me to get a picture with her sitting behind the pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-893043204723748974?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/893043204723748974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=893043204723748974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/893043204723748974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/893043204723748974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/10/libby-and-her-great-pumpkin.html' title='Libby and her Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts6lIdb9AI/AAAAAAAABqQ/oQjmVOVktEQ/s72-c/IMG_3006%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1011087887593796433</id><published>2009-10-18T11:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:22:13.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's First Haircut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, let me clarify...Mommy's first time cutting Libby's hair!  I know, Daring!  I've always been one to chop on my own hair.  It started way back in middle school when I wanted a spike!  I figured I could just do it myself!  It was special looking, even for a spike!  But I've tried to contain my hair cutting urges with Libby.  For one reason, I didn't want her to think it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to start chopping her own hair off.   Secondly, it's one thing to give yourself a bad haircut, but to do that to your own daughter?!  What if the scissors slipped and she ended up with a spiked mullet or something?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now that Libby is in school all day, it's harder to get her to the beauty salon for a hair cut.  I figured I could handle a simple trim, and she's old enough now to understand that she can't cut her own hair...so I went for it!  Libby was actually very excited to learn I was going to cut her hair right in the middle of the kitchen!  Mommy was a little slow, but Libby was very patient and sat fairly still the whole time!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts3c-MFIGI/AAAAAAAABpg/Mb3ziEE3fIE/s1600-h/IMG_2996[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393965949575831650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts3c-MFIGI/AAAAAAAABpg/Mb3ziEE3fIE/s320/IMG_2996%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is Libby after her haircut before I dried it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts3CdIfJbI/AAAAAAAABpY/HYylMxYNuug/s1600-h/IMG_2998[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393965494025790898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts3CdIfJbI/AAAAAAAABpY/HYylMxYNuug/s320/IMG_2998%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The back of her hair was a little tricky.  Many of you may not know that Libby actually has very curly hair...underneath!  The very top layer of her hair is straight, so I straighten her hair when I dry it.  Anyway...it was a little tricky to cut the back because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I would comb her hair out to cut it, it would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boing&lt;/span&gt; right back up!  As you can see in this picture its a little frizzy in the back.  I was afraid it wouldn't lay right when I fixed her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts2rJnYFNI/AAAAAAAABpQ/khOzgZaVZwY/s1600-h/IMG_2999[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393965093649650898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts2rJnYFNI/AAAAAAAABpQ/khOzgZaVZwY/s320/IMG_2999%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dah&lt;/span&gt;!  Here is the finished product! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It all turned out, even the back!  She looks so cute with her short hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts2L8bMO6I/AAAAAAAABpI/VJpzxx1dYGA/s1600-h/IMG_3001[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393964557532937122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts2L8bMO6I/AAAAAAAABpI/VJpzxx1dYGA/s320/IMG_3001%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Overall, the haircut was a success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Although now without all the weight of her hair, she does wake up with a fierce bed head! I guess you can't have it all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-1011087887593796433?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1011087887593796433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1011087887593796433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1011087887593796433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1011087887593796433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommys-first-haircut.html' title='Mommy&apos;s First Haircut...'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts3c-MFIGI/AAAAAAAABpg/Mb3ziEE3fIE/s72-c/IMG_2996%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5533230959132903785</id><published>2009-10-18T11:20:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:04:57.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate with Josie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few weekends ago, my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vosko&lt;/span&gt; invited Libby and me over for a play date.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aaah&lt;/span&gt;...so this is what people who don't work all weekend do!  Josie had just gotten a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; outfit and Libby was instructed to bring her dress up clothes as well!  Libby also brought Josie some puzzles that she had outgrown and wanted to give to Josie.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vosko&lt;/span&gt; accused us of making a mess!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmph&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts1n0bA3xI/AAAAAAAABpA/VJOwsuUfbt4/s1600-h/IMG_2983[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393963936909418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts1n0bA3xI/AAAAAAAABpA/VJOwsuUfbt4/s320/IMG_2983%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby and Josie working on a puzzle together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts1FWWijMI/AAAAAAAABo4/ydnN2Iqmyho/s1600-h/IMG_2986[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393963344722037954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts1FWWijMI/AAAAAAAABo4/ydnN2Iqmyho/s320/IMG_2986%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Let the dress-up begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts0ohEm_jI/AAAAAAAABow/9AGbWSw8dr8/s1600-h/IMG_2988[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393962849383415346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts0ohEm_jI/AAAAAAAABow/9AGbWSw8dr8/s320/IMG_2988%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby also brought over all her play jewelery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;These were a couple of fancy looking girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts0OXKlhII/AAAAAAAABoo/K96tYyWRvyw/s1600-h/IMG_2989[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393962400047531138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts0OXKlhII/AAAAAAAABoo/K96tYyWRvyw/s320/IMG_2989%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Jewelery can be used for accessorizing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;or just something to snack on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StszwHIlg7I/AAAAAAAABog/D9apCEQopMI/s1600-h/IMG_2990[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393961880348099506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StszwHIlg7I/AAAAAAAABog/D9apCEQopMI/s320/IMG_2990%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Libby thinks she's still little enough to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;on Josie's ride-along pony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StszY5Jk6OI/AAAAAAAABoY/NUm_0U_UFC0/s1600-h/IMG_2991[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393961481457166562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StszY5Jk6OI/AAAAAAAABoY/NUm_0U_UFC0/s320/IMG_2991%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mess?  What Mess? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vosko&lt;/span&gt; is crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here is Jack participating in all the fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StszBLzHZqI/AAAAAAAABoQ/C7IksTqD3hU/s1600-h/IMG_2994[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393961074146371234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StszBLzHZqI/AAAAAAAABoQ/C7IksTqD3hU/s320/IMG_2994%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Do they get any prettier than this?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StsytEX1baI/AAAAAAAABoI/CnD4oHgUwh0/s1600-h/IMG_2995[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393960728555515298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/StsytEX1baI/AAAAAAAABoI/CnD4oHgUwh0/s320/IMG_2995%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I know how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vosko&lt;/span&gt; likes having her picture posted on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so this one's for you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vosko&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Who loves you now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-5533230959132903785?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5533230959132903785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5533230959132903785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5533230959132903785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5533230959132903785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/10/playdate-with-josie.html' title='Playdate with Josie'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sts1n0bA3xI/AAAAAAAABpA/VJOwsuUfbt4/s72-c/IMG_2983%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-711300453043380602</id><published>2009-09-18T08:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:12:16.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Picture Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's that time of year again!  Picture Day!  Even though I just had Libby's pictures taken in July, I am having her picture taken at school!  How can you pass up school pictures?  They are always just so ?unique?!  Is that the word I'm looking for?  Although, in my opinion, Libby has not taken a bad school picture yet.  We will see in 20 years from now if Libby thinks otherwise!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOEVGitEbI/AAAAAAAABoA/JA2wUWsREQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382791477706166706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOEVGitEbI/AAAAAAAABoA/JA2wUWsREQQ/s320/IMG_2977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here is my baby!  I should have put her in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt; or a romper or something so she would quit looking so grown!  That would give her something to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about when she gets older!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOEJjDfKXI/AAAAAAAABn4/X56MaALH8qo/s1600-h/IMG_2976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382791279201429874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOEJjDfKXI/AAAAAAAABn4/X56MaALH8qo/s320/IMG_2976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I know she's mine so I'm terribly biased, but she is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' cute!  I truly believe if she were ugly I would say so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOD-j7THrI/AAAAAAAABnw/jXgrWDgWi8c/s1600-h/IMG_2980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382791090456960690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOD-j7THrI/AAAAAAAABnw/jXgrWDgWi8c/s320/IMG_2980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She's funny too!  She will be the total package when she turns 30 and is old enough to date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When I took her picture she would scoot a little closer to me and tell me took take her picture again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOD3JMiF-I/AAAAAAAABno/QHjrTxbqXt4/s1600-h/IMG_2978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382790963022403554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOD3JMiF-I/AAAAAAAABno/QHjrTxbqXt4/s320/IMG_2978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrODs603g0I/AAAAAAAABng/J_XmnN5sAos/s1600-h/IMG_2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382790787366355778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrODs603g0I/AAAAAAAABng/J_XmnN5sAos/s320/IMG_2979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXTREME CLOSE-UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I actually like this picture though!  She isn't exhibiting her fake smile/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; eyes combo!  And for some reason she looks a little tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love my Libby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-711300453043380602?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/711300453043380602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=711300453043380602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/711300453043380602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/711300453043380602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-picture-day.html' title='School Picture Day'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SrOEVGitEbI/AAAAAAAABoA/JA2wUWsREQQ/s72-c/IMG_2977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-6242425990937300375</id><published>2009-09-07T06:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:26:39.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are 12 months in a Macarena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b197b42ae966b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09b197b42ae966b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333013178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D70E316D42A76394A2AC1C8AD29FD2BDD48AC2.3B423A3EC56D5492C0D17935A7FF6E52F8D0F4C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b197b42ae966b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4WbnjhXtV_6GQrzaVx5roH_lv3k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09b197b42ae966b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333013178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D70E316D42A76394A2AC1C8AD29FD2BDD48AC2.3B423A3EC56D5492C0D17935A7FF6E52F8D0F4C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b197b42ae966b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4WbnjhXtV_6GQrzaVx5roH_lv3k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Libby has really been enjoying Kindergarten so far this year and has been learning lots of new things.  She learned a song in preschool about the twelve months in a year, so when she said she learned a new song about the twelve months in a year I just figured it was the same song.  I was surprised when I found out that yes, it was the same song, but this version comes with choreography!  Then when I realized it was the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;macarena&lt;/span&gt;" dance, it just made me laugh!  Can you imagine a room full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindergartners&lt;/span&gt; doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;macarena&lt;/span&gt; while reciting the months of the year?  Lucky for you I have a video!  Now just multiple this by 17 and you get Libby's Kindergarten class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-6242425990937300375?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b197b42ae966b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/6242425990937300375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=6242425990937300375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6242425990937300375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6242425990937300375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-are-12-months-in-macarena.html' title='There are 12 months in a Macarena!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-963296058916117612</id><published>2009-08-29T22:23:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:39:49.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day for a Laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone deserves a good laugh everyday.  I'm sharing these pics with you just in case you don't encounter anything on your own that really gets you going!  Hope  you enjoy! (BTW these photos ARE NOT from my personal collection!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SpnjBMQbZXI/AAAAAAAABnY/YMtG3vrvWKw/s1600-h/wanda-manlyman-618x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375577239852901746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SpnjBMQbZXI/AAAAAAAABnY/YMtG3vrvWKw/s400/wanda-manlyman-618x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not only is this photo hilarious, but if you stop and think for just a minute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This guy is in a photo studio!  This picture was on purpose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That in itself is makes it that much more amusing! And what is up with his arm pose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni90x-w-I/AAAAAAAABnQ/UBNno0NDixE/s1600-h/rob-twocats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375577182011573218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni90x-w-I/AAAAAAAABnQ/UBNno0NDixE/s400/rob-twocats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;More naked comedy!  Why would anyone want a naked picture of themselves with their pets?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni61Xd_TI/AAAAAAAABnI/MyYELa2JJ4U/s1600-h/lisa-awk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375577130629201202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni61Xd_TI/AAAAAAAABnI/MyYELa2JJ4U/s400/lisa-awk6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It keeps getting better!  Why not have the whole family pose in their underwear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know this is what our family get- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt; look like!  I like that even grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gramps&lt;/span&gt; join in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni3iRyAKI/AAAAAAAABnA/d1gfOMXg8JQ/s1600-h/katie-sc00020c71-copy-690x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375577073965465762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni3iRyAKI/AAAAAAAABnA/d1gfOMXg8JQ/s400/katie-sc00020c71-copy-690x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This poor child will be traumatized for life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni0r33RAI/AAAAAAAABm4/2DtBQ-C2STY/s1600-h/jennyann-punks85small-lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375577025001505794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Spni0r33RAI/AAAAAAAABm4/2DtBQ-C2STY/s400/jennyann-punks85small-lr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of these is not like the other, one of these just doesn't belong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SpnixkE3j4I/AAAAAAAABmw/Z6dgHnhd96A/s1600-h/caty-awkwardphotos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375576971368959874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SpnixkE3j4I/AAAAAAAABmw/Z6dgHnhd96A/s400/caty-awkwardphotos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Girls, before you go to prom, go grab your chickens so we can get a picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Unless the chickens are their dates!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, that's all I have for now!  If you are not rolling on the floor laughing your ass off than you really don't have a sense of humor!  Maybe you can get one at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-963296058916117612?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/963296058916117612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=963296058916117612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/963296058916117612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/963296058916117612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-day-for-laugh.html' title='A Good Day for a Laugh!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SpnjBMQbZXI/AAAAAAAABnY/YMtG3vrvWKw/s72-c/wanda-manlyman-618x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-5030966780623266964</id><published>2009-08-13T09:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:30:22.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today was Libby's first day of school! She will be going to all day kindergarten! What a big change that will be from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K which was 2 hours a day, three times a week! Libby will also be riding the bus to and from school! So many changes! Libby is very excited to start kindergarten, and even though she can be very shy, I know she will make lots of new friends and learn so many new things this year! My baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQaQFZkblI/AAAAAAAABmg/EKTGZYWIlec/s1600-h/IMG_2948%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369445519362125394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQaQFZkblI/AAAAAAAABmg/EKTGZYWIlec/s320/IMG_2948%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here she is all dressed and ready to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQZ9goFoBI/AAAAAAAABmY/p_CljRWdY1A/s1600-h/IMG_2950%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369445200253263890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQZ9goFoBI/AAAAAAAABmY/p_CljRWdY1A/s320/IMG_2950%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is Libby at the end of the driveway waiting for the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQZrz-yuaI/AAAAAAAABmQ/8a7YSEXhi6o/s1600-h/IMG_2952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369444896211122594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQZrz-yuaI/AAAAAAAABmQ/8a7YSEXhi6o/s320/IMG_2952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grandma and Aunt Ruthanne even came down this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to see Libby get on the bus for her first day of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is Mommy and Daddy with Libby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQZFlp3V_I/AAAAAAAABmI/t39ZsbGHU_o/s1600-h/IMG_2954%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369444239530219506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQZFlp3V_I/AAAAAAAABmI/t39ZsbGHU_o/s320/IMG_2954%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wanted Libby to ride the bus to school, but I didn't want to miss out on taking her to class the first day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So Mike and I drove to school and waited for her bus to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you look closely, you can see Libby poking her little head up behind the bus driver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQYyKoS0kI/AAAAAAAABmA/yMWFS_lEd10/s1600-h/IMG_2955%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369443905858359874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQYyKoS0kI/AAAAAAAABmA/yMWFS_lEd10/s320/IMG_2955%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is Libby getting of the bus at school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ironically, when I was little, I rode school bus #4 to school too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQYdXXqOdI/AAAAAAAABl4/nrHJxTZiLfo/s1600-h/IMG_2956%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369443548500998610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQYdXXqOdI/AAAAAAAABl4/nrHJxTZiLfo/s320/IMG_2956%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is Libby in her classroom getting ready to sit at her table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are 4 kids per table. 2 boys, 2 girls. While I was with Libby, the girl at her table hadn't arrived yet! I hope she made it to school! Libby doesn't like boys and probably won't be happy if she is the only girl at her table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQYMnCehlI/AAAAAAAABlw/BjYQPaOp-7s/s1600-h/IMG_2958%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369443260649342546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQYMnCehlI/AAAAAAAABlw/BjYQPaOp-7s/s320/IMG_2958%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The teacher has instructed the kids to start opening their school supplies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Libby has been waiting patiently to do this for 2 weeks now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I figured this would be a good time for mommy to leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm so proud of my little girl for being so brave, riding the bus and starting a new school with all new friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will be anxiously awaiting her arrival at the end of the driveway this afternoon when the bus drops her off after her first day at kindergarten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-5030966780623266964?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/5030966780623266964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=5030966780623266964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5030966780623266964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/5030966780623266964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/08/libbys-first-day-of-school.html' title='Libby&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQaQFZkblI/AAAAAAAABmg/EKTGZYWIlec/s72-c/IMG_2948%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-2293633296557722351</id><published>2009-08-13T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:06:45.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Camp-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last week there was a back to school camp out at Nathan's house.  All the cousins and some friends were there.  Tarah was brave enough to host the whole event!  All the kids camped out in tents..there was a girls tent and a boys tent...they also had a camp fire and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roasted&lt;/span&gt; marshmallows.  Libby also said they made ice cream sandwiches in the fire, but I think maybe she got confused!  I'm pretty sure they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQXsya2ccI/AAAAAAAABlo/TK8ufwoAk4k/s1600-h/IMG_2947%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369442713948549570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQXsya2ccI/AAAAAAAABlo/TK8ufwoAk4k/s320/IMG_2947%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is Nathan, my favorite nephew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can't believe he is going to be in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It wasn't that long ago when Libby was just a tiny baby and we would pick Nathan up from Kindergarten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Damn kids...grow too fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQXYVi-rdI/AAAAAAAABlg/AZ4fGts8BtQ/s1600-h/IMG_2944%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369442362600631762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQXYVi-rdI/AAAAAAAABlg/AZ4fGts8BtQ/s320/IMG_2944%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is my big girl at her first camp out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She was so excited to be spending the night in a tent with her cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and her Hannah Montana sleeping bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQXF4vKS8I/AAAAAAAABlY/Oi2O1eQ7vdU/s1600-h/IMG_2945%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369442045629451202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQXF4vKS8I/AAAAAAAABlY/Oi2O1eQ7vdU/s320/IMG_2945%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; and Libby in the tent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not cooperating with me so I can take their pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQWxSxbMVI/AAAAAAAABlQ/-vrub6ORBRc/s1600-h/IMG_2943%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369441691841016146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQWxSxbMVI/AAAAAAAABlQ/-vrub6ORBRc/s320/IMG_2943%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here are the kids that like to have their pics taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cassie, Julianna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQWgTA9X-I/AAAAAAAABlI/81GGr2jrrTY/s1600-h/IMG_2946%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369441399848394722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQWgTA9X-I/AAAAAAAABlI/81GGr2jrrTY/s320/IMG_2946%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just couldn't get all the kids together at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here is Cassie, Lexi and Julianna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2508862805249488016-2293633296557722351?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/2293633296557722351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=2293633296557722351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2293633296557722351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/2293633296557722351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-camp-out.html' title='Back to School Camp-out'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/SoQXsya2ccI/AAAAAAAABlo/TK8ufwoAk4k/s72-c/IMG_2947%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7414783350196987405</id><published>2009-07-27T04:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:27:50.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>County Fair Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nathan had three pigs this year to show at the fair.  The first one he showed in the morning.  We missed it due to Libby's dentist appointment.  (Still no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cavities&lt;/span&gt;!)  But we were able to make it to the afternoon showing of his other pigs.  He got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reserve&lt;/span&gt; champion on the pig from the morning.  Way to go Nathan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1k1pNkdHI/AAAAAAAABlA/-kdtuaC8D5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2916[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363053604026741874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1k1pNkdHI/AAAAAAAABlA/-kdtuaC8D5Y/s320/IMG_2916%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here he is coming out of the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1kkQnXKXI/AAAAAAAABk4/miVmMDz5IAc/s1600-h/IMG_2919[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363053305366260082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1kkQnXKXI/AAAAAAAABk4/miVmMDz5IAc/s320/IMG_2919%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Taking a stroll around the arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1kV3GZbUI/AAAAAAAABkw/RlpPf72E3Yo/s1600-h/IMG_2926[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363053057998941506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1kV3GZbUI/AAAAAAAABkw/RlpPf72E3Yo/s320/IMG_2926%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; piggy went to market...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1kDrpbFII/AAAAAAAABko/hQ2IWx5Ctm8/s1600-h/IMG_2929[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363052745686979714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1kDrpbFII/AAAAAAAABko/hQ2IWx5Ctm8/s320/IMG_2929%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This little piggy stayed home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1j0QY1cVI/AAAAAAAABkg/I-4HfoIy-2M/s1600-h/IMG_2936[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363052480671609170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1j0QY1cVI/AAAAAAAABkg/I-4HfoIy-2M/s320/IMG_2936%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This little piggy had roast beef...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's all I really know about pigs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I was purely there for moral support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-7414783350196987405?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7414783350196987405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7414783350196987405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7414783350196987405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7414783350196987405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/07/county-fair-time.html' title='County Fair Time'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1k1pNkdHI/AAAAAAAABlA/-kdtuaC8D5Y/s72-c/IMG_2916%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1239594479027858651</id><published>2009-07-27T04:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:21:55.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Garden?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love end of season clearance sales!  I picked up these garden tools for Libby at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meijer&lt;/span&gt;.  They were so cute and "dirt" cheap! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1jjqa2PXI/AAAAAAAABkY/wJTynBzE82E/s1600-h/IMG_2894[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363052195601595762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1jjqa2PXI/AAAAAAAABkY/wJTynBzE82E/s320/IMG_2894%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's Libby working in her "garden!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When she started she was going to clear the weeds out of the whole bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After she dug about two of them out, she decided maybe she just wanted to go play in the dirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1jWIrj9bI/AAAAAAAABkQ/mAyR5lZd7L0/s1600-h/IMG_2896[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363051963206596018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1jWIrj9bI/AAAAAAAABkQ/mAyR5lZd7L0/s320/IMG_2896%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hard at work on weed #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1jHkgojoI/AAAAAAAABkI/dS4FJKvJEH8/s1600-h/IMG_2897[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363051712978914946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1jHkgojoI/AAAAAAAABkI/dS4FJKvJEH8/s320/IMG_2897%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You can see why she quickly changed her mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just look at that mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where is that landscaper I hired?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1i6-1v7uI/AAAAAAAABkA/N51MlMI8B3k/s1600-h/IMG_2899[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363051496708501218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1i6-1v7uI/AAAAAAAABkA/N51MlMI8B3k/s320/IMG_2899%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quitting time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ix9mqwuI/AAAAAAAABj4/AlMU178bYkQ/s1600-h/IMG_2902[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363051341757989602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ix9mqwuI/AAAAAAAABj4/AlMU178bYkQ/s320/IMG_2902%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now on to the dirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She looks like she's getting ready to dig for dinosaur bones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ikzpyIVI/AAAAAAAABjw/c5lakjSL_fc/s1600-h/IMG_2904[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363051115748401490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ikzpyIVI/AAAAAAAABjw/c5lakjSL_fc/s320/IMG_2904%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's hard to tell in this picture, but she has a magnifying glass up to her eye and her head stuck in the bucket looking for "treasures."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1iZvxVFTI/AAAAAAAABjo/NPS49jKuuwM/s1600-h/IMG_2905[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050925727749426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1iZvxVFTI/AAAAAAAABjo/NPS49jKuuwM/s320/IMG_2905%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My little inspector gadget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1iRGcGDfI/AAAAAAAABjg/64ixyxND_Fw/s1600-h/IMG_2906[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050777193876978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1iRGcGDfI/AAAAAAAABjg/64ixyxND_Fw/s320/IMG_2906%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After all the gardening and digging, it was time to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1iH6YTZTI/AAAAAAAABjY/SdfL_X5IREk/s1600-h/IMG_2909[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050619337925938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1iH6YTZTI/AAAAAAAABjY/SdfL_X5IREk/s320/IMG_2909%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She's getting really good at hanging upside down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-1239594479027858651?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1239594479027858651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1239594479027858651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1239594479027858651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1239594479027858651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-garden.html' title='In the Garden?!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1jjqa2PXI/AAAAAAAABkY/wJTynBzE82E/s72-c/IMG_2894%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-6684272928844618490</id><published>2009-07-27T03:57:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:07:00.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday...part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here are pics from Saturday...party day!  It was a little drizzly in the morning, but Libby's party wasn't until 4pm, so it had time to dry out and actually turned out to be a nice afternoon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hrY6p_JI/AAAAAAAABjQ/8tOuxMykRTE/s1600-h/IMG_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050129318870162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hrY6p_JI/AAAAAAAABjQ/8tOuxMykRTE/s320/IMG_2857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is Libby dressed in her birthday outfit before the party with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This was the first time I bought helium balloons for her birthday and you would have thought I bought her a new corvette!  One day it will take more than $10 to impress her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hnpE8KCI/AAAAAAAABjI/FSI2nRT4MoA/s1600-h/IMG_2853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050064937494562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hnpE8KCI/AAAAAAAABjI/FSI2nRT4MoA/s320/IMG_2853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here she is with her bouquet of balloons right after I got back from the store!  I think she was waiting for them to lift her up into the air so she could fly!  (It worked in the movie, "Up,"  why wouldn't it work for her??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hcLFostI/AAAAAAAABjA/E9RxcoJXexI/s1600-h/IMG_2854[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363049867908788946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hcLFostI/AAAAAAAABjA/E9RxcoJXexI/s320/IMG_2854%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Libby wanted me to fix her hair like the picture of Tinkerbell on her shirt.  This was my best attempt.  Of course she was trying to see it in the mirror and couldn't, so I took a picture of it for her so could see.  Yes, I told you before, I am the coolest mom in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hURAOHqI/AAAAAAAABi4/44rDHCq3sGI/s1600-h/IMG_2855[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363049732057734818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hURAOHqI/AAAAAAAABi4/44rDHCq3sGI/s320/IMG_2855%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here she is posing!  Sassy little thing isn't she??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1gvmmSU1I/AAAAAAAABiw/4U5YhxDOjig/s1600-h/IMG_2859[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363049102199378770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1gvmmSU1I/AAAAAAAABiw/4U5YhxDOjig/s320/IMG_2859%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here are some of the kids jumping around on the trampoline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So much action its hard to get everyone in focus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1giGpSKpI/AAAAAAAABio/lDnEgGH2kNs/s1600-h/IMG_2862[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048870283717266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1giGpSKpI/AAAAAAAABio/lDnEgGH2kNs/s320/IMG_2862%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is Libby with her friend from school, Sydney.  This is the closest I could get to having their picture taken together.  They were too busy playing to stop for a second!  At least Sydney stopped and looked in my direction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1gWo_UmCI/AAAAAAAABig/vfyE_DiFlFE/s1600-h/IMG_2864[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048673344526370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1gWo_UmCI/AAAAAAAABig/vfyE_DiFlFE/s320/IMG_2864%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vosko&lt;/span&gt;, Jr., I mean, Josie, playing on the swings. "Wee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1gFRw3iXI/AAAAAAAABiY/SKiYJPnAXLw/s1600-h/IMG_2865[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048375052110194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1gFRw3iXI/AAAAAAAABiY/SKiYJPnAXLw/s320/IMG_2865%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's like a clown trying to fit in a clown car!  Nathan is in denial about being 10 years old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1f5TbTnJI/AAAAAAAABiQ/ZOFNM0VoWjo/s1600-h/IMG_2867[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048169340116114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1f5TbTnJI/AAAAAAAABiQ/ZOFNM0VoWjo/s320/IMG_2867%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is Libby's cake!  I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much pain from my back that I had to break down and order a cake!  That was a first!  I've always made special cakes for her birthday.  I felt bad, but she didn't even notice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1fqAHnw2I/AAAAAAAABiI/62Yq0AvjLT4/s1600-h/IMG_2868[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047906459239266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1fqAHnw2I/AAAAAAAABiI/62Yq0AvjLT4/s320/IMG_2868%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She is considering her wishes very carefully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1fciAd_-I/AAAAAAAABiA/7kqphZnowTk/s1600-h/IMG_2870[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047675037876194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1fciAd_-I/AAAAAAAABiA/7kqphZnowTk/s320/IMG_2870%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And she's going for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1fKo5ePaI/AAAAAAAABh4/oY8sIXD_vds/s1600-h/IMG_2876[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047367649934754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1fKo5ePaI/AAAAAAAABh4/oY8sIXD_vds/s320/IMG_2876%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I like this picture....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It looks like she is totally bored with opening presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1e-bQr1ZI/AAAAAAAABhw/R7qCFjTA76c/s1600-h/IMG_2877[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047157830768018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1e-bQr1ZI/AAAAAAAABhw/R7qCFjTA76c/s320/IMG_2877%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;See this face?  She's just learned to whistle and now does it all the time, whenever the feeling moves her!  She's crazy like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1evpsxg_I/AAAAAAAABho/-OvKDhvuTmw/s1600-h/IMG_2879[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363046904008639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1evpsxg_I/AAAAAAAABho/-OvKDhvuTmw/s320/IMG_2879%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Libby&lt;/span&gt; can't read yet, but luckily she has a cousin who does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ed26GTJI/AAAAAAAABhg/5vhOESBeA5A/s1600-h/IMG_2886[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363046598316543122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ed26GTJI/AAAAAAAABhg/5vhOESBeA5A/s320/IMG_2886%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She had so much fun all day!  She didn't want anyone to leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you to everyone for making my baby's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-6684272928844618490?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/6684272928844618490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=6684272928844618490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6684272928844618490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/6684272928844618490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthdaypart-2.html' title='Birthday...part 2'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1hrY6p_JI/AAAAAAAABjQ/8tOuxMykRTE/s72-c/IMG_2857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-1043176582515942360</id><published>2009-07-27T03:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:48:16.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday...part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This year Libby's birthday turned into "The week of Libby!"  Since her birthday was on Wednesday, but her party wasn't until Saturday we did a little celebrating both days!   She also got to go to Chuck E. Cheese on Wednesday and Thursday to play!  Sometimes I just can't help myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1d3Lqs3pI/AAAAAAAABhY/v0PdS91Z3xU/s1600-h/IMG_2833[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363045933874208402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1d3Lqs3pI/AAAAAAAABhY/v0PdS91Z3xU/s320/IMG_2833%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You may think that my little princess only dresses up like this on special occasions, but you would be wrong!  This was just an ordinary day!  I love her for this!  We did go out to eat to Texas Roadhouse that night and she was turning heads!  She's so cute!  I love her to pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1drj0FgAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/21D1pN9AFQU/s1600-h/IMG_2835[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363045734197592066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1drj0FgAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/21D1pN9AFQU/s320/IMG_2835%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is Libby on Wednesday, her birthday, opening presents from Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In case you couldn't tell from the hand gesture, she's five!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1deZ2dChI/AAAAAAAABhI/kVmxN6jZ9AI/s1600-h/IMG_2836[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363045508184869394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1deZ2dChI/AAAAAAAABhI/kVmxN6jZ9AI/s320/IMG_2836%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She got a new book, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Godilicious&lt;/span&gt;."  It is a sequel to the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pinkilicious&lt;/span&gt;" and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Purplicious&lt;/span&gt;" books.  They are really cute books.  I recommend them to all little girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1dMGJAVxI/AAAAAAAABhA/Ik8NMtLEdAI/s1600-h/IMG_2840[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363045193656325906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1dMGJAVxI/AAAAAAAABhA/Ik8NMtLEdAI/s320/IMG_2840%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Libby loves to sing, especially songs from Grease.  But she really only knows 1 1/2 lines from the song "Sandra Dee."  I bought her the Grease soundtrack to remedy this problem!  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; excited! But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; have to alter some lyrics for her.  For instance, I don't really want her singing about virginity, so I told her instead of, "Look at me I'm Sandra Dee, lousy with virginity..."  that it says, "lousy with affinity!"  Then it just makes me laugh (on the inside, of course)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1c7441n3I/AAAAAAAABg4/0I3-VxWtQP0/s1600-h/IMG_2842[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363044915220946802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1c7441n3I/AAAAAAAABg4/0I3-VxWtQP0/s320/IMG_2842%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Since she was have a Tinkerbell themed party, I had to get her a Tinkerbell outfit!  It looked really cute the first day she wore it, until she spilled tea on it on ruined it!  Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1cuykvmpI/AAAAAAAABgw/3CT9Gsw74B4/s1600-h/IMG_2844[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363044690187754130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1cuykvmpI/AAAAAAAABgw/3CT9Gsw74B4/s320/IMG_2844%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nothing could make my baby more happy than a new pair of Hannah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Montana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;!  It's what every girl dreams of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1cfwafxvI/AAAAAAAABgo/gMVIeCSUgng/s1600-h/IMG_2846[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363044431909865202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1cfwafxvI/AAAAAAAABgo/gMVIeCSUgng/s320/IMG_2846%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; are cool too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1cT-_kzdI/AAAAAAAABgg/Emg-glO7yvM/s1600-h/IMG_2848[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363044229665050066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1cT-_kzdI/AAAAAAAABgg/Emg-glO7yvM/s320/IMG_2848%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think this was her favorite gift of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's her new bug house!  She had been using one of my sports bottles to collect her bugs in...but they don't last long!  The first night she had her bug  house we collected lightening bugs..probably 10-15 of them!  Then we took her little bug house full of lightening bugs and sat it on her night stand for a night light!  I am the coolest mom in the world,  just in case you were wondering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-1043176582515942360?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/1043176582515942360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=1043176582515942360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1043176582515942360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/1043176582515942360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthdaypart-1.html' title='Birthday...part 1'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1d3Lqs3pI/AAAAAAAABhY/v0PdS91Z3xU/s72-c/IMG_2833%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-7554617715484929823</id><published>2009-07-27T03:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:48:12.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes I know summer began a long time ago!  In fact, I can't believe it's almost over!  Where did the time go?  This was the fastest summer ever!  All the things I had planned for Libby and me this summer...none of it got done!  Not one trip to the zoo, not one little get-away, not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; none of those sleep overs I promised her!  But she did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; have some fun playing in the water!  You know, way back at the beginning of summer when it was warm?!?!  Here are Libby's adventures with her slip-n-slide:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ZyBjx4iI/AAAAAAAABgY/WdplGmOp5X4/s1600-h/IMG_2820[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363041447214965282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ZyBjx4iI/AAAAAAAABgY/WdplGmOp5X4/s320/IMG_2820%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You may not be aware of the 101 uses for a slip-n-slide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Use # 72:  May be used as a drinking fountain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1Zkh3dIYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/gw6YGaOaGHE/s1600-h/IMG_2822[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363041215369257346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1Zkh3dIYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/gw6YGaOaGHE/s320/IMG_2822%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Use # 35:  may be used as a pool for relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ZVQUBaTI/AAAAAAAABgI/rf0VOv14MGc/s1600-h/IMG_2821[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363040952959199538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ZVQUBaTI/AAAAAAAABgI/rf0VOv14MGc/s320/IMG_2821%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Use #1:  Slipping and sliding, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ZAjL80GI/AAAAAAAABgA/vtk7ZmLuXf8/s1600-h/IMG_2828[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363040597248364642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ZAjL80GI/AAAAAAAABgA/vtk7ZmLuXf8/s320/IMG_2828%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Use #88: May be used to take a leisurely stroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1YvKso4yI/AAAAAAAABf4/z9skMiwpRqg/s1600-h/IMG_2831[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363040298616808226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1YvKso4yI/AAAAAAAABf4/z9skMiwpRqg/s320/IMG_2831%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Use #49:  May be used for running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2508862805249488016-7554617715484929823?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/7554617715484929823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=7554617715484929823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7554617715484929823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/7554617715484929823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sm1ZyBjx4iI/AAAAAAAABgY/WdplGmOp5X4/s72-c/IMG_2820%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-61624649925898418</id><published>2009-06-21T03:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:05:51.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atleast She's Entertaining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never know what to expect with Libby.  Sometimes she is just crazy with the ideas she gets.  For example, the other day she spilled something on her so she took her outfit off.  It was hot and she decided she would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; run around in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;panies&lt;/span&gt;.  Then she changed her mind and put this on (I think her daddy was partially responsible!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3oGmm0VSI/AAAAAAAABfA/Fklex7sVa0Q/s1600-h/IMG_2815[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349687132526236962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3oGmm0VSI/AAAAAAAABfA/Fklex7sVa0Q/s320/IMG_2815%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dah&lt;/span&gt;!  Amazing how she can pull of any outfit!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(I think I used to wear that same outfit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clubbin&lt;/span&gt;'!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!  Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; put some pants on!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3n5pBeviI/AAAAAAAABe4/fbR13snC27c/s1600-h/IMG_2818[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686909836639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3n5pBeviI/AAAAAAAABe4/fbR13snC27c/s320/IMG_2818%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe she's a blind bandit or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2508862805249488016-61624649925898418?l=princesslibby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/feeds/61624649925898418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2508862805249488016&amp;postID=61624649925898418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/61624649925898418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2508862805249488016/posts/default/61624649925898418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslibby.blogspot.com/2009/06/atleast-shes-entertaining.html' title='Atleast She&apos;s Entertaining!'/><author><name>Libby's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05777895722668075453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sg1q6i-nEvI/AAAAAAAABbw/N5V9zDzDNlA/S220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3oGmm0VSI/AAAAAAAABfA/Fklex7sVa0Q/s72-c/IMG_2815%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508862805249488016.post-306312283533845652</id><published>2009-06-21T03:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:55:34.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday Night Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It seems once a year I get a Friday night off on a night when Nathan has a baseball game!  I haven't been able to catch one of Nathan's games yet, so Libby and I went to see him play.  She was very excited, especially since she has been playing softball, and because Nathan is her idol!  Libby watched him for about half an hour then she was just goofing off and getting popcorn from the concession stand.  But she did stop what was she was doing when it was Nathan's turn to bat so she could watch him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3lW7UI3qI/AAAAAAAABew/a0DGR_eCFGs/s1600-h/IMG_2804[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349684114428059298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3lW7UI3qI/AAAAAAAABew/a0DGR_eCFGs/s320/IMG_2804%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is Nathan warming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3lIqm6EsI/AAAAAAAABeo/vcgMghqpqV0/s1600-h/IMG_2806[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349683869425210050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8zTvd1A7z0/Sj3lIqm6EsI/AAAAAAAABeo/vcgMghqpqV0/s320/IMG_2806%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He had some really good hits!  He's come a long way since pee-wee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;
