tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60947890337238375212024-02-07T12:41:40.669-08:00The Accidental LawyerWelcome to my blog about life, love and my pursuit of happiness.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-75028180537282580402011-10-10T11:14:00.000-07:002011-10-10T12:19:03.677-07:00My Week as a Vegan*As some of you know, I have tried over the past year or so to educate myself about food, mostly because I was horrified at the thought of feeding sweet C$ the crap I consume. I wanted to give him a good foundation, so that he would actually like healthy foods and it wouldn't be such a struggle for him as an adult to eat healthy foods. I even discussed vegetarianism and veganism <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-meat-or-not-to-meat.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Along the way, I have watched a few <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-inc-review.html">documentaries</a>. Recently, I watched two more: <a href="http://www.forksoverknives.com/">Forks over Knives</a> and <a href="http://www.fatsickandnearlydead.com/">Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead</a>. (Reviews to follow when I get around to it...you may have noticed, I haven't blogged in forever. Turns out, chasing a 1 year old around is time consuming. Who knew?)<br /><br />After watching those two films, on a whim, I decided I would try to go vegan for a week. After all, I've made no secret of my obsession with vegan <a href="http://www.peasandthankyou.com/">Mama Pea</a>. I already had her cookbook, as well as Clean Foods by <a href="http://terrywalters.net/">Terry Walters</a>, so I set off to try my hand as a vegan.<br /><br />FYI, "a Vegan (pronounced VEE-gun) is someone who, for various reasons, chooses to avoid using or consuming animal products. While vegetarians choose not to use flesh foods, vegans also avoid dairy and eggs." <a href="http://www.vegan.org/about_veganism/index.html">Vegan Action</a><br /><br /><br />You know what...it wasn't bad. In fact, except at dinner, I hardly noticed the difference. I found it easy to replace my breakfast and lunch items with vegan fare. Don't worry. I took showers and used store-bought soap. I have no plans on long term veganism and am not turning into a hippie any time soon. I'm too uptight to be bohemian and cool.<br /><br />While I know the documentaries I watched and subsequent research I did was very pro-vegan propaganda, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't hurt the American public to reduce our animal and animal product consumption. Plus Ellen does it and who is cooler than Ellen DeGeneres? I love her!<br /><br />My thoughts on the week:<br /><br />1. I lost 4 pounds last week, but I'm pretty sure that had a lot to do with the fact that I planned my meals and cooked and exercised moderation just as much as it had to do with the whole veggie thing.<br /><br />2. I felt really great. By Thursday (I started on Monday morning), I don't know if it was in my head, but I felt fantastic.<br /><br />3. There are some really great ways to incorporate meatless meals into your daily life without sacrificing taste or satisfaction.<br /><br />4. Vegans are very disciplined! I am not going to lie. It was HARD. I am sure it would get easier with time, but it is a very restrictive diet and you really have to pay attention to what you eat.<br /><br />5. I still like meat. And cheese.<br /><br />6. I have made a deal with myself to try and incorporate more whole foods plant based meals into my weekly meal plans.<br /><br />Maybe I will be <a href="http://http//www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Oprah-and-378-Staffers-Take-a-Vegan-Challenge">veganish</a> like Oprah. During her last season, Oprah instituted a one week vegan challenge for all of her staffers and had the author of <a href="http://kathyfreston.com/">Veganist, Kathy Freston</a>, as well as a representative from Cargill and <a href="http://www.michaelpollan.com/">Michael Pollan</a> as guests. The episode, which received mixed reviews from vegans and veggie enthusiasts, ended with Kathy Freston suggesting that people be "veganish," incorporating at least some vegan meals.<br /><br /><br />7. I (still) love Mama Pea.<br /><br /><a href="http://inconsequentialgarbage.blogspot.com/">Stacey</a>, I made several of her recipes last week, so now's as good a time as any to blog about them, no?<br /><br />If any of you are interested in what I ate, I'd be happy to post about it, but didn't want to bore you all to tears with a list of meals.<br /><br />*In the interest of full disclosure, our office went out to lunch for a celebration on Tuesday, and I had a vegetarian meal that was not completely vegan, but did not eat any meat.Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-20094937595992002192011-08-17T19:23:00.001-07:002011-08-17T19:31:48.573-07:00Another Mama Masterpiece<div>Last night, I made some of <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/">Mama Pea's</a> chewy bars for Billbo to take for breakfast and for breakfast on the go when I am in a hurry. Umm..YUMMO. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I had all of the ingredients at my house (miracle) and they were so easy to make. </div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnx_TtGcD1dyyaYZ0HNytQhAxUdXvi5_1p3ODIF7hZXt_ENHzlEJVAsXCcSBLjYwR-T24XZ30Ivdl73JDUoKE69ESxGSz4VxnAlJMGZPWctiSX7hRXfhK11CdYNiOvfQsDBqZvenX-vQ3/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnx_TtGcD1dyyaYZ0HNytQhAxUdXvi5_1p3ODIF7hZXt_ENHzlEJVAsXCcSBLjYwR-T24XZ30Ivdl73JDUoKE69ESxGSz4VxnAlJMGZPWctiSX7hRXfhK11CdYNiOvfQsDBqZvenX-vQ3/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642016472589537810" /></a>
<br /><div>Delicious and healthy ingredients</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bS8JaJOTW1Mcp3vq6GJvjWRk9COxKS-re9x-g2IBUV_0grt_ndquI1M0LyPMSzMkh_JpVGK-xnjfbL2Zu7fS9k8tPlInGweAWDwP3rYUkjJrNYqCZzbdNF_vZ8gRf3cHhYhuUtfpaf7y/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bS8JaJOTW1Mcp3vq6GJvjWRk9COxKS-re9x-g2IBUV_0grt_ndquI1M0LyPMSzMkh_JpVGK-xnjfbL2Zu7fS9k8tPlInGweAWDwP3rYUkjJrNYqCZzbdNF_vZ8gRf3cHhYhuUtfpaf7y/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642016466882663842" /></a>Sweet and salty</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTHYXzsz8pIdi6MrJxbHZUn3YK4o9U-NuVrRIgjsV7heoEcoxnYtac3rqfrgqmwunJnqTr-y0IMZvXQBx1efv0dF2OXK0qX5aLM-3iGGLZOGBQorm1NBNsaF8FNTk-KCoi9Xmeql-pH9K/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTHYXzsz8pIdi6MrJxbHZUn3YK4o9U-NuVrRIgjsV7heoEcoxnYtac3rqfrgqmwunJnqTr-y0IMZvXQBx1efv0dF2OXK0qX5aLM-3iGGLZOGBQorm1NBNsaF8FNTk-KCoi9Xmeql-pH9K/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642016321683306370" /></a>Delivered just as MP promised
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<br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPJ4UI4auhKQkZumAHVfLS3brZz9ULcyGXE0rTXgwITDpuTp6zFuMKJ-BUMdB2FTAkUQVAlcZFROAlEFt24lZyFWgSojoNwz8pWMIiSGF1442vpeRKrM3g-7LbqMf_gIbbqC6UU1NB6RX/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPJ4UI4auhKQkZumAHVfLS3brZz9ULcyGXE0rTXgwITDpuTp6zFuMKJ-BUMdB2FTAkUQVAlcZFROAlEFt24lZyFWgSojoNwz8pWMIiSGF1442vpeRKrM3g-7LbqMf_gIbbqC6UU1NB6RX/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642016192723347906" /></a>They turned out just a little bit crumbly, but I think that is because I don't have a grinder for the flax seeds and had to improvise with a plastic baggie and a hammer for my "ground flax seeds." Seriously. </div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNq0d2mk1qf4qU_YRebKLhEBPVGbUJVhTmVvG-T2sqJ8UQTqmlPRWj2c1IWljkU9MVJOQFqaN1EGKb5b-OkRXMr2F2ER8ua8H2fq1xk_Z3knTjheutVn_ThmPJo0NBCBnekEzZHpi7lBP/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNq0d2mk1qf4qU_YRebKLhEBPVGbUJVhTmVvG-T2sqJ8UQTqmlPRWj2c1IWljkU9MVJOQFqaN1EGKb5b-OkRXMr2F2ER8ua8H2fq1xk_Z3knTjheutVn_ThmPJo0NBCBnekEzZHpi7lBP/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642016169110911394" /></a>Don't you wish you had that for breakfast? You do.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAKK58t_Ug4C6tnY6n7WiQ8PzELXMHm5MNyWpjLHlL32FZFix2wL7YtlakoaIdzH-HOb7hdOZJA0bQfoQtqI03OutAgNbK1Y288EYHmpVv_WOts1UXBwTOUcuCYUepSrt7nQmI0CbD5Vd/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAKK58t_Ug4C6tnY6n7WiQ8PzELXMHm5MNyWpjLHlL32FZFix2wL7YtlakoaIdzH-HOb7hdOZJA0bQfoQtqI03OutAgNbK1Y288EYHmpVv_WOts1UXBwTOUcuCYUepSrt7nQmI0CbD5Vd/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642016164730835346" /></a>Buy <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/peas-and-thank-you-the-book/">the book</a> already! </div><div>
<br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-16913186515688876802011-08-10T19:32:00.000-07:002011-08-10T19:59:25.347-07:00Tofu Tuesday<div>Last night, I braved the land of tofu again. <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/">Mama Pea</a> said that if I didn't like tofu, it was because I didn't know how to cook it. I tried again and she was right...as usual. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I made tofu tacos based on <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2011/04/05/tofu-love/">her recipe</a>.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>First, I pressed the tofu in between two cutting boards and underneath some cookbooks. </div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi1x9353eeAXNbVrBmZjBZqdOi89zjAZNFEWW15GuGWD0XttK6y2hn7cmnp1VjGHRP7OvJK8SJgGT_TDs8a4KuLkZUFuC4zNGQe_ztAiWxSMEISylSW_kNwRCbKJ6re9M_wbwQ_zlb_IL/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi1x9353eeAXNbVrBmZjBZqdOi89zjAZNFEWW15GuGWD0XttK6y2hn7cmnp1VjGHRP7OvJK8SJgGT_TDs8a4KuLkZUFuC4zNGQe_ztAiWxSMEISylSW_kNwRCbKJ6re9M_wbwQ_zlb_IL/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639422158625841010" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u>
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<br /></u></span></div>Then, I made the marinade.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVWC-1sCiA2KXJIY9hvbrjYjM8f1D9apjPcb3tl9KMetwsoRUoaAxAepRZ5vYZtncOIo2DTjaHxpevTO7kYHWMt0bIozmR8BTkzEzKTbpQf3EXYL-ACcFC3w7FB8DUxYOVZ6fD4x9gkxkO/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVWC-1sCiA2KXJIY9hvbrjYjM8f1D9apjPcb3tl9KMetwsoRUoaAxAepRZ5vYZtncOIo2DTjaHxpevTO7kYHWMt0bIozmR8BTkzEzKTbpQf3EXYL-ACcFC3w7FB8DUxYOVZ6fD4x9gkxkO/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639422150433150898" /></a>I had Mama Pea with me at all times so I wouldn't have a subpar tofu experience like the <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/02/tofu-unlocking-mystery.html">last time</a> I tried it. Billbo was skeptical that I could make tofu that we would both enjoy. I was skeptical, too, but my desire to be like MP drove me to give it another shot. I'm glad I did. </div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3-UyvM06Quzt_jWRoGqmhbLiF8E70k3Lt2jhxT8p6-HcxK2A-vE5ctzotfSGB2I0MxuEXbj_QttD0t4YWRVzU8lI0zPeyrXUNuibysR_3dN2hNE6PAVu7pAUfWisk8O50qimalSoYTxQ/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3-UyvM06Quzt_jWRoGqmhbLiF8E70k3Lt2jhxT8p6-HcxK2A-vE5ctzotfSGB2I0MxuEXbj_QttD0t4YWRVzU8lI0zPeyrXUNuibysR_3dN2hNE6PAVu7pAUfWisk8O50qimalSoYTxQ/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639422149117796178" /></a>After slicing the tofu unto pieces, I marinated it overnight and then broiled it. My slices are not as pretty as the pro's, but I bet they tasted just as good. </div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83Uis51eUDZAXcgEgVtcmjVCLhVrZO0jMlYStecsDKu7CzF7zcDzS3SN0J-sw_lQ2ZXHiqMn5-1Droskq4G6y3xeZLw6GqKogT8mfN6GFh9IgNy52fqVXRihWYYQQ95p73DUwL1enrr4M/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83Uis51eUDZAXcgEgVtcmjVCLhVrZO0jMlYStecsDKu7CzF7zcDzS3SN0J-sw_lQ2ZXHiqMn5-1Droskq4G6y3xeZLw6GqKogT8mfN6GFh9IgNy52fqVXRihWYYQQ95p73DUwL1enrr4M/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639422144064627874" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">My ugly tofu slices.</span></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYG-vDP_uTNZNHvQjIwkxBU4udlrKbuCyjaqGSE0DjTrWXUz2DenDh4cPIz8s_Ipv3_efkvLz58_v23z5oAYqtSWvoJf8-XU3QxnyFI6r9nAiQ5wJn_InraelJWIhpH4py8olRraZBNid/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYG-vDP_uTNZNHvQjIwkxBU4udlrKbuCyjaqGSE0DjTrWXUz2DenDh4cPIz8s_Ipv3_efkvLz58_v23z5oAYqtSWvoJf8-XU3QxnyFI6r9nAiQ5wJn_InraelJWIhpH4py8olRraZBNid/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421853913536082" /></a>
<br /></div><div>While the tofu cooked, I made some guacamole. I left my camera at work so I had to use my old one and the pictures are all blurry. Lame. The guacamole was pretty basic (avocado, lime juice, onions, cumin & salt), and despite my inability to choose a ripe avocado, it tasted pretty good. </div><div>
<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFE5g10pH6Xh2-Ql6oJs47ET0MVZfey6qZ9vQfHgsKZnc-JGkKhvT44d1spfq71QewbJRcCjgMhSzDGfuRvE7EYrIowQW2cAyANX80nZTuIwMuin7anJZ7_C3igvlLZFF7UifMh13OFQgw/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421848773215074" />
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzT4wNc5_WSDt2RJUclWmUFKsAaWKdvoqb240iS9yOz2k_F7qlulkH_WFxgZHbdb7fbrskp1HH0mBrmhC45kJOj8yu1-WPAb2RrSrZWHqmR7i_lsvUgKm1Dapdga10WI_Aw3jdvS2BhUw/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div>I didn't make my own salsa...I figured these folks did it better anyway. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzT4wNc5_WSDt2RJUclWmUFKsAaWKdvoqb240iS9yOz2k_F7qlulkH_WFxgZHbdb7fbrskp1HH0mBrmhC45kJOj8yu1-WPAb2RrSrZWHqmR7i_lsvUgKm1Dapdga10WI_Aw3jdvS2BhUw/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEzT4wNc5_WSDt2RJUclWmUFKsAaWKdvoqb240iS9yOz2k_F7qlulkH_WFxgZHbdb7fbrskp1HH0mBrmhC45kJOj8yu1-WPAb2RrSrZWHqmR7i_lsvUgKm1Dapdga10WI_Aw3jdvS2BhUw/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421849372150978" /></a>Much like my <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/07/berry-delicious-breakfast.html">pancake flipping skills</a>, my tofu flipping skills could use a little work.
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<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ga9HXrapLSwKLT5l0JebvbX0acRW6ad4e30pT1TQ57oqxMfnNNJZdZmm4npgNsTCYQPi0InNcM8WBQnIJUUEOPhMKEFyj2q2XmHCXHe6BGLb4kL0z8BAM_Pvghb9wUupDRD1UfZ0H4l9/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Ga9HXrapLSwKLT5l0JebvbX0acRW6ad4e30pT1TQ57oqxMfnNNJZdZmm4npgNsTCYQPi0InNcM8WBQnIJUUEOPhMKEFyj2q2XmHCXHe6BGLb4kL0z8BAM_Pvghb9wUupDRD1UfZ0H4l9/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421842323467826" /></a>Here's the spread: Whole grain, whole wheat tortillas (toasted in a dry pan to crisp a bit), guacamole, shredded lettuce, salsa, cheddar cheese (hey...I'm not vegan) and tofu. I also saved a bit of ground beef from the whole grain wheat spaghetti I made on Monday night in case Billbo boycotted the tofu.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UweRQZudvN1b0YdghEwa_oTCMumEj0WTqlhdCYQ6hd41_7ioPJDbcTKPOQqNCDGFVjIARGpLkFc8tNAo7o7XqatEI0AbJgvynTXnzIxDZiG7MyheHDffG_82b63cACrVo0k5pYJlu4eY/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UweRQZudvN1b0YdghEwa_oTCMumEj0WTqlhdCYQ6hd41_7ioPJDbcTKPOQqNCDGFVjIARGpLkFc8tNAo7o7XqatEI0AbJgvynTXnzIxDZiG7MyheHDffG_82b63cACrVo0k5pYJlu4eY/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421492415339394" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx805x7Si6vtrgdNFzrr5cBTd7UZzYmuRWAlfGKBK-muVDhVl0Z3nEkvTmwjxmFwL7DbBAbeR9uR2Cif9NiH6TRMB18fvd7P2Zzvr3FqXVIsfGbw0Wi-45D8YVLizTbT4Vd3h8Z45gjCEQ/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx805x7Si6vtrgdNFzrr5cBTd7UZzYmuRWAlfGKBK-muVDhVl0Z3nEkvTmwjxmFwL7DbBAbeR9uR2Cif9NiH6TRMB18fvd7P2Zzvr3FqXVIsfGbw0Wi-45D8YVLizTbT4Vd3h8Z45gjCEQ/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421485702651938" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UT3i9yMNr8uoSqeXFWRNs-xFzTVEYBSPZXI9c32XVUO6oalKdYuAQG0s52d_cNtQCtdKFbDHYk6WeWbcTV4yXvnEphxHejl0EnYS6GIhMA-m0t6mcqa8AiQ5_N9k8OR9jkSO5UbPDYAD/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UT3i9yMNr8uoSqeXFWRNs-xFzTVEYBSPZXI9c32XVUO6oalKdYuAQG0s52d_cNtQCtdKFbDHYk6WeWbcTV4yXvnEphxHejl0EnYS6GIhMA-m0t6mcqa8AiQ5_N9k8OR9jkSO5UbPDYAD/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421481640088178" /></a>Here is Billy's plate...one beef soft taco and one tofu soft taco. He liked them both. Success!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqssLJgpmoN56HtsJmfwL2aES7J69Ns_s6I0nKv7_UZeLaYthjNmF-1V6eNc2PHPNmcGWfLQDW3KgQ_OnZr3MoiakehX-oZt_rdG2q0LtiCOqu4DBXd0T2zb87joI6Ermr9269mhgZ_Jk0/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqssLJgpmoN56HtsJmfwL2aES7J69Ns_s6I0nKv7_UZeLaYthjNmF-1V6eNc2PHPNmcGWfLQDW3KgQ_OnZr3MoiakehX-oZt_rdG2q0LtiCOqu4DBXd0T2zb87joI6Ermr9269mhgZ_Jk0/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421479511171266" /></a>Served with a side of whole grain Santa Fe style rice, courtesy of Uncle Ben. It was delicious! I fully intend on exploring more meatless options. While I have no intentions of becoming a vegetarian (who are we kidding...I don't have that kind of discipline), I do think that having some meatless meals each week is a healthy choice for the family. </div><div>Yum. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9UhujfUGyPz-K8AeEoUREfWX0u1oQKT_TMsbLbHAKQAcAqbmYq3EeMBszITwp5GXMrZVwnby9touMot9N3-qUyU7FR0uKSJwPZNA25WTGaxC-fT8MAY4m0cr2OjoBCN3ZUpoFxKyK6iHR/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9UhujfUGyPz-K8AeEoUREfWX0u1oQKT_TMsbLbHAKQAcAqbmYq3EeMBszITwp5GXMrZVwnby9touMot9N3-qUyU7FR0uKSJwPZNA25WTGaxC-fT8MAY4m0cr2OjoBCN3ZUpoFxKyK6iHR/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639421475189280866" /></a>
<br /></div><div>Stay tuned for more meatless options to come! </div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-35786357360988080802011-07-30T09:04:00.000-07:002011-07-30T09:25:51.332-07:00Berry Delicious Breakfast<div>I spent a small fortune yesterday at the grocery store and I am historically bad about not using all of the produce and groceries I buy before they go bad. Determined to use up every bit of my purchases, especially the impulse purchase of organic blueberries, I turned <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/07/holy-peas-homage-to-mama-pea.html">again</a> to <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/">Mama Pea</a> for a delicious breakfast recipea. </div><div><br /></div><div>I knew she wouldn't fail me. I substituted blueberries for apples and made Mama Pea's <s>Apple</s> Blueberry Cinnamon Pancakes.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8WSRz4xBt3DAu6X96ohrPjCderhQwUckD22OgWgQgci_C28IIbw1KFdSQq4kY_NzTMe90mBWoef9PEX7RzcFJEWaWw3Qu_vn2X3nk_95zHRHMtZ43dvHhoQDsTFhTmHq7QCrc0_Ia3YJ/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8WSRz4xBt3DAu6X96ohrPjCderhQwUckD22OgWgQgci_C28IIbw1KFdSQq4kY_NzTMe90mBWoef9PEX7RzcFJEWaWw3Qu_vn2X3nk_95zHRHMtZ43dvHhoQDsTFhTmHq7QCrc0_Ia3YJ/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635178455631743074" /></a>I had everything I needed for the job. <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOmvYOXcM2U-WBx0wvSCE7QIjKh2ZSiVTmHVk8yXAyD9CRebP_mP_FjleJWCcED8WFO8w3QBRNS3P5wrz-H_b-SZ_wF0FXTt739dLzlFTlr1IM7YEzN6K6lwMF3h3q7nsAjTNLTc9VcRE/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOmvYOXcM2U-WBx0wvSCE7QIjKh2ZSiVTmHVk8yXAyD9CRebP_mP_FjleJWCcED8WFO8w3QBRNS3P5wrz-H_b-SZ_wF0FXTt739dLzlFTlr1IM7YEzN6K6lwMF3h3q7nsAjTNLTc9VcRE/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635178444948219618" /></a>C-Bizzle munched on a few blueberries while I worked.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6JI9Na4vJBxPzN1fE2zpWN8CWA9BlYigcpcq9H_V-kH7BM6oNYNjZvNbG1tXvd3tb3F7l-D5k2Ns9ksoFxSak4TbO-IuGZdUQdiF0AePin625GZN84cCJla_BeFXFG3AaejbLEezCRWO/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6JI9Na4vJBxPzN1fE2zpWN8CWA9BlYigcpcq9H_V-kH7BM6oNYNjZvNbG1tXvd3tb3F7l-D5k2Ns9ksoFxSak4TbO-IuGZdUQdiF0AePin625GZN84cCJla_BeFXFG3AaejbLEezCRWO/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635178442305951794" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay, he munched on a LOT of blueberries while I worked. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6JI9Na4vJBxPzN1fE2zpWN8CWA9BlYigcpcq9H_V-kH7BM6oNYNjZvNbG1tXvd3tb3F7l-D5k2Ns9ksoFxSak4TbO-IuGZdUQdiF0AePin625GZN84cCJla_BeFXFG3AaejbLEezCRWO/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRhHX36yETFk1vTby0K0i_uVHg7z8XYzee0u1SLA6gpRGWJ2NEANpnLNyLwfHCosiRKG3gsNZ2P27VmRszjmhJotdYJg8lZT3kWgwqWSMHOmhXnZE2B9JhNvhnnVB1Vd96Ph4GbbyjvKY/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRhHX36yETFk1vTby0K0i_uVHg7z8XYzee0u1SLA6gpRGWJ2NEANpnLNyLwfHCosiRKG3gsNZ2P27VmRszjmhJotdYJg8lZT3kWgwqWSMHOmhXnZE2B9JhNvhnnVB1Vd96Ph4GbbyjvKY/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635178207941146610" /></a>For some reason, I have a griddle and it was MUCH easier to cook pancakes on the griddle than spooning out the mixture, one pancake by one, onto a skillet, but you can cook them that way, too.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZXaO2-a4ZFPar4teWEvCQZr4Vr7V2f4wsUMomYhXvkhJPSn_CsixGRXJ0YC32W1ZBeKGEOISZH_Qdpnw_rTlnPFgalJINke6s1QmbfHdVaWCcRmr_An9vqJo-f8PoXaeiv00yPnqPvPn/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZXaO2-a4ZFPar4teWEvCQZr4Vr7V2f4wsUMomYhXvkhJPSn_CsixGRXJ0YC32W1ZBeKGEOISZH_Qdpnw_rTlnPFgalJINke6s1QmbfHdVaWCcRmr_An9vqJo-f8PoXaeiv00yPnqPvPn/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635178205610581282" /></a>Look at all of those blueberries!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLzGUbhlXnxzgfi3BZ_RlFdahutN2fgDmzMOiCkoXjUE5JjD7nWoa_R5v-bT2SNB7UFTv3sBpuAENZ0HK4eh4oCEbYNaDQLeRb_b6shkWUWMUU09fUZ0sL2YHZWnXmkH9REar1KIeH-sf/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLzGUbhlXnxzgfi3BZ_RlFdahutN2fgDmzMOiCkoXjUE5JjD7nWoa_R5v-bT2SNB7UFTv3sBpuAENZ0HK4eh4oCEbYNaDQLeRb_b6shkWUWMUU09fUZ0sL2YHZWnXmkH9REar1KIeH-sf/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635178201901289954" /></a>I need to work on my flipping skills.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqbFxjmHvPlAEQ6RxBxTDyRVDVhL19HPI82N_BEXa9n_Hi8CPBPI36l7bX-wKhsQgrCbKLusGlxPyXZgR-baD14J7CjOAEibJiOww7e6gXaGfBVbSFfiBeISxtA5oVsIjryBMEGWktrF3/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqbFxjmHvPlAEQ6RxBxTDyRVDVhL19HPI82N_BEXa9n_Hi8CPBPI36l7bX-wKhsQgrCbKLusGlxPyXZgR-baD14J7CjOAEibJiOww7e6gXaGfBVbSFfiBeISxtA5oVsIjryBMEGWktrF3/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635178195582469810" /></a>Holy blueberries these things are good.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nRx1oAUiXnnpmdHFOtNA1AQ8nJDB-U3fe82aGjfyE8KSrjXXfEy6Rv2y_fHOPYvFpr1VKy_0SM24GELHKz0-jL9uzQXDAtSoFheP9SXV0pfsCzPxp_s6WYlnd8IkHJl6aOajEL01vr4Q/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnnX14SZmEX88lQlbTGp77p2OMMrH2VzWJ35C8T3R1oYm-Ul32AjrdN6u_1aBc8aF8AEJ6jqntYMR6_sAIIuFZeMxp_TJQV2Ayf9l2eW6j0vg0RDxBnB0XJYoMHXIOeFsm1sEzdpjtSfo/s1600/IMG_0449.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnnX14SZmEX88lQlbTGp77p2OMMrH2VzWJ35C8T3R1oYm-Ul32AjrdN6u_1aBc8aF8AEJ6jqntYMR6_sAIIuFZeMxp_TJQV2Ayf9l2eW6j0vg0RDxBnB0XJYoMHXIOeFsm1sEzdpjtSfo/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177957602854754" /></a>C-Bizzle said they were worth the wait.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIq3gvRl1IQrlCAu_J2rdWFECpDBokqn1Osos1ej5rgcAXjtFCjjkWtCL3wBih2tSo7qLN2WW848pglFCNTabOcwSp3BO8yk6q0pb5UhLYsVVXUGgR84vjQVDDzt2SQo-rJhoJoFdybKdb/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIq3gvRl1IQrlCAu_J2rdWFECpDBokqn1Osos1ej5rgcAXjtFCjjkWtCL3wBih2tSo7qLN2WW848pglFCNTabOcwSp3BO8yk6q0pb5UhLYsVVXUGgR84vjQVDDzt2SQo-rJhoJoFdybKdb/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177952288159922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vvCzDyFK0q8OsPDpXaMz67FFv2uzZdVRtlrtXUfi9KY4SolU8XupcsCuu798T4idWv317WIRNj4AoYZ1VPdWT8UqkrktDV9zDwQXM7L5c62scaPDuhRKOjqw34tTrT7WKyzp0R9g1zoi/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Delicious. </div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Q0jGdjCt54izwFqi1KzMqakcYHFi97yTr2oZ_mIFougTQIK9tveC8I-MlMLrIeHddQ5Z1I8rNAuqBrdpeKwvh9riZjZ4MbYOKteS_q-PQ9nGRT9PjLTuVzebRXn4cszYU015YAFjxNgm/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Q0jGdjCt54izwFqi1KzMqakcYHFi97yTr2oZ_mIFougTQIK9tveC8I-MlMLrIeHddQ5Z1I8rNAuqBrdpeKwvh9riZjZ4MbYOKteS_q-PQ9nGRT9PjLTuVzebRXn4cszYU015YAFjxNgm/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177699213002338" /></a>He went into a blueberry zombie state he ate so much.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBOpMNGdewgownNFCBU-orMCxQf_3RWtTcQzGDlgvArJcaWgK7aQcWXEOqR-VN1NlLBR5rwbGxP6Upy1wOEUUfsINBmyilpmghlT6O_FhEY7Te641X9iTDSdp_zn6uZkSTNjhB2gRBubr/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBOpMNGdewgownNFCBU-orMCxQf_3RWtTcQzGDlgvArJcaWgK7aQcWXEOqR-VN1NlLBR5rwbGxP6Upy1wOEUUfsINBmyilpmghlT6O_FhEY7Te641X9iTDSdp_zn6uZkSTNjhB2gRBubr/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177691703131330" /></a>They were finger licking good.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPafNOBuWWAHPioJERdOvpQP3DSktLbzqnV3YNnQDXTpiE6t2aSKXOSDbRJYRVKI8lyuB4nOIsIbJXgnFqokg8Q0_FfAPGtLzqaXew7tS6aWP9KhQ4HB7In1qdljgtbD5j6nZQB8qJE5I/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAPafNOBuWWAHPioJERdOvpQP3DSktLbzqnV3YNnQDXTpiE6t2aSKXOSDbRJYRVKI8lyuB4nOIsIbJXgnFqokg8Q0_FfAPGtLzqaXew7tS6aWP9KhQ4HB7In1qdljgtbD5j6nZQB8qJE5I/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177463277007410" /></a>Arm lickin good...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlVMmoKEXTR3pTiwNqkAkt3WLJeiv_RKewSGXwFhXp5E5oqYuGyzofVqPpoT1vKH9IojP8ZNscsI2h7rh4glq5QUuUuvz8qTmFnZv3rH-in8wqWr2wVwCht9zmknY0cyy9FM_nfenmzpo/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177444682880498" />They may take a few minutes longer to make than frozen pancakes, but I'd make anything that made C smile like that. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7A25OfXk6-Gcg1IzpD2CiytyDa2Kgy5wgffCv9Eni1SDl6pcl-imvKdTQpt380tPMBSVahkqd7wh3BSum2SWvra8WQLefiZhB70Fp7K6okQUW60hbER_JrgBLeIUv5dHE9Xjunql2HFL-/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7A25OfXk6-Gcg1IzpD2CiytyDa2Kgy5wgffCv9Eni1SDl6pcl-imvKdTQpt380tPMBSVahkqd7wh3BSum2SWvra8WQLefiZhB70Fp7K6okQUW60hbER_JrgBLeIUv5dHE9Xjunql2HFL-/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7A25OfXk6-Gcg1IzpD2CiytyDa2Kgy5wgffCv9Eni1SDl6pcl-imvKdTQpt380tPMBSVahkqd7wh3BSum2SWvra8WQLefiZhB70Fp7K6okQUW60hbER_JrgBLeIUv5dHE9Xjunql2HFL-/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177449506176498" /></a>He said they were so good, they'd make you smack your mama. Especially for making him take a bath to get all of the blueberry juice he was saving for later off of his face and hands.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfNY6SySWAzAdfDzlN5SeJe4QneJQkXn0GPbUKDuNtRYmicWZ0pS-sMX7vAFecGpt52eDP0y97cT9PZwhNTjuhJZNSd0JmTE9pI_5L-OfQEp1TNpi-LuNWnbh7gOPKwH_K5yW4EcwEQbp/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfNY6SySWAzAdfDzlN5SeJe4QneJQkXn0GPbUKDuNtRYmicWZ0pS-sMX7vAFecGpt52eDP0y97cT9PZwhNTjuhJZNSd0JmTE9pI_5L-OfQEp1TNpi-LuNWnbh7gOPKwH_K5yW4EcwEQbp/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635177446494436786" /></a><br /></div><div>Have a great weekend everyone and if you get the chance, head out to the bookstore to get this <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/peas-and-thank-you-the-book/">cookbook</a>! You won't regret it! </div><div><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-1945262976314083352011-07-29T19:16:00.001-07:002011-07-29T20:12:00.839-07:00Holy Peas-An homage to Mama Pea<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Most of you know about my <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/01/unhealthy-obsession.html">total obsession</a> with <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/">Mama Pea</a>. I love her and think we would be friends if we weren't separated by thousands of miles. Because I want her to be successful (because it gives me hope that I, too, could be a successful ex-lawyer), I purchased her <a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/peas-and-thank-you-the-book/">book</a>. I even pre-ordered it in hopes that my purchase could increase her chances of reaching bestseller status. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was so excited when this arrived yesterday...</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Zrem9IaPGcL4deGsbRjXUtHvNYf_rYWI98HkPAgpsYtCmmX8mvGLEa8zuBKRGcWyzja5eIFi9ieRwPIhVb7LvawOeBsUNwXlB0C_a69GckwbR7pXXnozJ1B3AVRsb9gylTfp1pgFuaeU/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634964474448223634" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I couldn't wait to try out some of her recipeas and it just so happened that I signed up today to bring food to my sweet friends who just had an adorable little boy. Perfect timing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I was worried I would be disappointed because I love her so much that I didn't think it possible for her to live up to my expectations. I shouldn't have worried. I flipped through the book and found exactly what I wanted to make to accompany my casserole and salad for the new parents...Mama Pea's cookie dough balls. </div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KtepQoiVStraf12YhSgcpP2cVncSAWfyJH7o8yBLyrlWzGdkjE3zYbojlO1stQAGmvSPR0Tmb3Zv5rFzuwiSOmfG-0IcWElRcf5kNxIGDJcGaRa4TKw4-2OI19S_R1YcSdBw7Spqerv0/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634969408269965426" /><div>I went to the grocery store and came home loaded up with MP's baking necessities. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPvSwTUAjgWpgdnRs_C2CYOO-t0RI20ctDkZk6T0OdgYxbiWmUBRFNdayHARwB-9xHmEtAFbBPthB9wqvPaGlap8nVWecDkbU185JmJuCTyU7KJoSrRKSesG6Rki3FKLvUhpTuBHqmo7r/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPvSwTUAjgWpgdnRs_C2CYOO-t0RI20ctDkZk6T0OdgYxbiWmUBRFNdayHARwB-9xHmEtAFbBPthB9wqvPaGlap8nVWecDkbU185JmJuCTyU7KJoSrRKSesG6Rki3FKLvUhpTuBHqmo7r/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634964330102601442" /></a>She said I would want to eat the dough right out of the mixing bowl. She was right. Luckily for my friends and my waistline, I didn't, but only because I made this batch for my friends. Anyway, they miraculously made it to the oven...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii54gY4mLxjJ5bfyI-KjpSVBcMifEtncMfZVgcr8wNfgKQD5pFZ5AESJfFLapeeOUy49bb9-X19tMOge-2tZXFiCRm8m9_0esNPqKbAYCwy3LD8AuXQQKTljBDlpXNCTmVEFpG9tV7UZk9/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii54gY4mLxjJ5bfyI-KjpSVBcMifEtncMfZVgcr8wNfgKQD5pFZ5AESJfFLapeeOUy49bb9-X19tMOge-2tZXFiCRm8m9_0esNPqKbAYCwy3LD8AuXQQKTljBDlpXNCTmVEFpG9tV7UZk9/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634964317772750306" /></a>And cooled off...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCC4yfkq5UKY9N0D4WlE_BRn9qhhSeE6qrr2BHGAkZiQtckV2m3s3EmWUqb_2NWvz9VXYbVewamBbJo3kdIVicLHeoVfnUBDfr_eWL8oiJfO2THtIvz0hB46zTKtxvl-plR3YFK5ysa-By/s1600/IMG_0427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCC4yfkq5UKY9N0D4WlE_BRn9qhhSeE6qrr2BHGAkZiQtckV2m3s3EmWUqb_2NWvz9VXYbVewamBbJo3kdIVicLHeoVfnUBDfr_eWL8oiJfO2THtIvz0hB46zTKtxvl-plR3YFK5ysa-By/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634964316640596402" /></a>And packed up...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJfRjFodrltJHLQxTVH1DekZ2dkqkZ13f0jLySMbr5-kxAmVxtipvE1Oz-F_gk34JWaEG_kt3zh2wfpzf0Iu-TBJ1UXeBFhRQ5BXdRN873ARcM_V0JaVTaNDsi0pcXzTt7qrULHOQ2iw7/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJfRjFodrltJHLQxTVH1DekZ2dkqkZ13f0jLySMbr5-kxAmVxtipvE1Oz-F_gk34JWaEG_kt3zh2wfpzf0Iu-TBJ1UXeBFhRQ5BXdRN873ARcM_V0JaVTaNDsi0pcXzTt7qrULHOQ2iw7/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634964310643497506" /></a>And labeled, giving credit to their originator...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcRnaYU9QAuyF9kuv3AyZS1apBq9aGF9uZaksUrwzYbjMZ0nvz8p8S1jH2KofFxXqvYFBbaFrD9YsdyjD76hP7akaeDtdkO0cFnp3V3KBI2rTsPRzlwYIjszlZRX5Rk0kVcNOYdiSo3Uj/s1600/IMG_0429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcRnaYU9QAuyF9kuv3AyZS1apBq9aGF9uZaksUrwzYbjMZ0nvz8p8S1jH2KofFxXqvYFBbaFrD9YsdyjD76hP7akaeDtdkO0cFnp3V3KBI2rTsPRzlwYIjszlZRX5Rk0kVcNOYdiSo3Uj/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634964304914608530" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I did eat one, though. Actually, two...one while they were piping hot and ready to go, and one when we got back from dinner. Holy cookieballs these things are DELICIOUS! I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I am going to toot Mama Pea's. She is a genius. Vegan schmegan, this is one of the most delicious treats I've ever had. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mama Pea should've put me on her blog book tour! </div><div><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-71885962420856060832011-07-26T17:34:00.000-07:002011-07-26T18:27:15.698-07:00The Birthday Post--A Mom in Denial<div>Although I have recently had a significant birthday (cough30cough), I am not ready to come to terms with that milestone. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nor was I ready for C-Bizzle's 1st birthday. Ready or not, C turned one! Warning: Excessive pictures in this post. </div><div><br /></div><div><s>One year ago</s> One year and 14 days ago, this little boy joined our family (five of the hottest days in the history of the world after he was supposed to join our family) and changed our worlds forever. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYm2kIZJ1oeALowMkU5sXNfVaQU4UW3vEl1REg01r-8uuIEuuuLT3nUFLheSrbIDTdjtwW2Cxk8BMBfZWUEYg6DYeGbkYR1c70R-FlJFoj85c8uLkzPe9xirkZPkh-Vl9XxCZDpF2t5Mb/s1600/IMG_2158.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYm2kIZJ1oeALowMkU5sXNfVaQU4UW3vEl1REg01r-8uuIEuuuLT3nUFLheSrbIDTdjtwW2Cxk8BMBfZWUEYg6DYeGbkYR1c70R-FlJFoj85c8uLkzPe9xirkZPkh-Vl9XxCZDpF2t5Mb/s320/IMG_2158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827985915346434" /></a>Do we look terrified? Because we were. Terrified and totally in love.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeYfPa3yjH1m3CPi8YOskWIMS69urHwp-E0riqTBQr8M5lIOc0Ap7fBj67sT3iPoaifepbweZeLtmhDssM0cCcG5CA3WpDCfY6bQFP72Brh4E_XEG1l5FLg12Od5xseEJvFCpm_R9EVtY/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeYfPa3yjH1m3CPi8YOskWIMS69urHwp-E0riqTBQr8M5lIOc0Ap7fBj67sT3iPoaifepbweZeLtmhDssM0cCcG5CA3WpDCfY6bQFP72Brh4E_XEG1l5FLg12Od5xseEJvFCpm_R9EVtY/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827977576109026" /></a>We took C-Biz home 2 days after he was born and time has rudely flown by since then! We have had so many special memories with this sweet boy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-MVlYL0rToxHUy_LKL8qFa3kuwyIkoDxeGR1bcsKxgZhwazfyenJHITpudM2ZaAm64VkapUNyWVljbf6fqgj8vZ6JJpzwBBOqCpr_zIkh5fOdSFWbGPj8KSMJimP_Gumcu7kwRlS5nASg/s1600/IMG_2206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-MVlYL0rToxHUy_LKL8qFa3kuwyIkoDxeGR1bcsKxgZhwazfyenJHITpudM2ZaAm64VkapUNyWVljbf6fqgj8vZ6JJpzwBBOqCpr_zIkh5fOdSFWbGPj8KSMJimP_Gumcu7kwRlS5nASg/s320/IMG_2206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827973562369346" /></a>It's hard for me to believe my sweet pea was ever this teeny. What an angel.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIaD6rf0b5vz_9c53W_1kscDBX1bl4ebxOUYlz9XEeD1Xa_VZ90uVs5bOh8b-qCKCW3gVNy1oqrTDinu1ISw3MJgRk3mgonO2zzOMnpJlClTViVEhTXRCllrggE2FHqmJoeTPKR7W3dMA/s1600/IMG_2239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIaD6rf0b5vz_9c53W_1kscDBX1bl4ebxOUYlz9XEeD1Xa_VZ90uVs5bOh8b-qCKCW3gVNy1oqrTDinu1ISw3MJgRk3mgonO2zzOMnpJlClTViVEhTXRCllrggE2FHqmJoeTPKR7W3dMA/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827975796497666" /></a>Slow down time. I could live in moments like this one forever.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphen2pEYX4kY73mt3egp-Qjh8G0M1SZUqqJJQiMjsQkHYqHQGWHgdyQtnRaJeYkf7xwDB_UPNc22wRSWSSOGHTrRaDDxNmqikkjF-DZQiucPr8639XJg9FfZFyKXR36vho7YPCu1lqKg2IS/s1600/IMG_2278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphen2pEYX4kY73mt3egp-Qjh8G0M1SZUqqJJQiMjsQkHYqHQGWHgdyQtnRaJeYkf7xwDB_UPNc22wRSWSSOGHTrRaDDxNmqikkjF-DZQiucPr8639XJg9FfZFyKXR36vho7YPCu1lqKg2IS/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827966394262738" /></a>A visit to Knoxville on a the third Saturday in October...<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHaoRVgrLCvdRAdalPSRulr__QwhEk0DJYGkOHULAy6zjFKDlEoaO_W8xqvhp7Oiz8szY09TEma4EIc4EI6Vdnpw3NDvV18cG9F6VaW2OBFFABbz7-iRUhkYTCMyk27eOwqwHEvjtvxw7I/s1600/IMG_2675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHaoRVgrLCvdRAdalPSRulr__QwhEk0DJYGkOHULAy6zjFKDlEoaO_W8xqvhp7Oiz8szY09TEma4EIc4EI6Vdnpw3NDvV18cG9F6VaW2OBFFABbz7-iRUhkYTCMyk27eOwqwHEvjtvxw7I/s320/IMG_2675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827143510915314" /></a>A visit with Santa...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2VViAuAGFiyhAl9ZHqx1O8awqnLxsilGORYMv4mELSRss9Xl4Et5XHKfz0lO6_94FZUwSlyIEH-HlZbLsVUIAHdxwSmN7l-OxAKNRbOUkvOsa-liiko-AVhY7ILv5E7kmnYM6Ar8UOjD/s1600/IMG_2794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2VViAuAGFiyhAl9ZHqx1O8awqnLxsilGORYMv4mELSRss9Xl4Et5XHKfz0lO6_94FZUwSlyIEH-HlZbLsVUIAHdxwSmN7l-OxAKNRbOUkvOsa-liiko-AVhY7ILv5E7kmnYM6Ar8UOjD/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827135507603682" /></a>HUNDREDS of visits to the <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/fueling-fire.html">ballpark</a>...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NTSX2_IY-0_ta7QuWv5i4ap9a6VGBGadE6_rtx9SR_5qmMc8TtYd2AQrV0a2hkSWjfkRCDSp_Wtb0mdD0gJ9GvSTk0Q6_lRWhLcFvx6GrTd8JePjhT9ajU5dYWOa1erIogFfMH5RO7sP/s1600/IMG_3326.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NTSX2_IY-0_ta7QuWv5i4ap9a6VGBGadE6_rtx9SR_5qmMc8TtYd2AQrV0a2hkSWjfkRCDSp_Wtb0mdD0gJ9GvSTk0Q6_lRWhLcFvx6GrTd8JePjhT9ajU5dYWOa1erIogFfMH5RO7sP/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827133172821266" /></a>A visit to <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-magical-place-on-earth.html">Greenfield</a> with Daddy Judge...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqMe9Ez4dJHoUgw7PnecMBXivnFDWYdfpo1crK8e7jMyvNLv1kz3ZWxMaoIqk6xbeknCxRMOd8saZC6ntPDphCaJkb5NKAJjwLj5vwKdAnEDGemJ7kOCL6zfF2TA12i1RgM7MHFsCN_iV/s1600/IMG_3477.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqMe9Ez4dJHoUgw7PnecMBXivnFDWYdfpo1crK8e7jMyvNLv1kz3ZWxMaoIqk6xbeknCxRMOd8saZC6ntPDphCaJkb5NKAJjwLj5vwKdAnEDGemJ7kOCL6zfF2TA12i1RgM7MHFsCN_iV/s320/IMG_3477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827128109913698" /></a>Rainy days hanging out with Berry...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hta_iftWxOO_26q9tF1WkNqNpyHWbZP6vcAYKsyV9a-t1JE_Q6wZcmmeeJrlDQ-8vbiz75KnG8f88SenNOl4cPP0vPWuVT25dHivGk8a8fS-7j9mA-N32ADjCxiZHxG37-tZzDWG8_RA/s1600/IMG_3584.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hta_iftWxOO_26q9tF1WkNqNpyHWbZP6vcAYKsyV9a-t1JE_Q6wZcmmeeJrlDQ-8vbiz75KnG8f88SenNOl4cPP0vPWuVT25dHivGk8a8fS-7j9mA-N32ADjCxiZHxG37-tZzDWG8_RA/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633827123435637538" /></a>A visit to the <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/07/beach-post.html">beach</a>...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7LZ4itF7ML2OuaIN0O9QGy9esyIVrKhoITy6724Ujh8KUP6MDywBOFjq_R30hBpnGJ7DKfPLFb_sc_LyJRBlNiEP5DzYyp-MsUTFGslKaIrKtrtGYHToaAwwyjYp_S_YwKkTngSMN6bz/s1600/IMG_3901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7LZ4itF7ML2OuaIN0O9QGy9esyIVrKhoITy6724Ujh8KUP6MDywBOFjq_R30hBpnGJ7DKfPLFb_sc_LyJRBlNiEP5DzYyp-MsUTFGslKaIrKtrtGYHToaAwwyjYp_S_YwKkTngSMN6bz/s320/IMG_3901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633825552222823122" /></a>A whale of a first birthday... (After several attempts to rotate this picture without success, I decided it was best for my sanity and for B's computer to leave it sideways. You're dealing with a computer genius here, people)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoieeRSntuFDIKUeVK_j4p_JZt8HAF7_-tISvqRh_VsmwVenRJjxaGLxLkrAi36VXG_mdqnkJX_nTbHVOKkbIdl10DlNthDvTqOh_kD2hfr0QpnojXDTC72uPoyWdqNvRDRNuIaViYASie/s1600/DSC00048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoieeRSntuFDIKUeVK_j4p_JZt8HAF7_-tISvqRh_VsmwVenRJjxaGLxLkrAi36VXG_mdqnkJX_nTbHVOKkbIdl10DlNthDvTqOh_kD2hfr0QpnojXDTC72uPoyWdqNvRDRNuIaViYASie/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633825546761432226" /></a>I have loved the first year with my sweet baby, and look forward to the many adventures we'll have as a family!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaPtVuBEBDcq5gb_s2V3g_YwIdubvS8Mp9yziKm4Xo2ezzlvT6WJzMkFUT60dDHX9ANbqzxjlPg044PuWC11VsdeYIwe-TmxQ2k1AYGLiMZEBFaiDBY2HuzxuDMLODvfeNKsBfJ-HkZrc/s1600/DSC00069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaPtVuBEBDcq5gb_s2V3g_YwIdubvS8Mp9yziKm4Xo2ezzlvT6WJzMkFUT60dDHX9ANbqzxjlPg044PuWC11VsdeYIwe-TmxQ2k1AYGLiMZEBFaiDBY2HuzxuDMLODvfeNKsBfJ-HkZrc/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633825542367538290" /></a><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-35443544636774768562011-07-24T19:58:00.000-07:002011-07-25T19:41:33.343-07:00Welcome to the Zoo<div>C-Bizzle's cousins spent the night this past weekend. I love when they come over and so does C. I get to try my hand as a mother of three and C has someone besides me to play with. They have so much fun together. </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120774980602562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JEyEDGrJC5vueUca1ePB07cQhv3mAokp3vI-8rhtFKIFSGYm9fzngTBAvqhKyU-1wZOebDf0P8Pf31ZfVTY-fEYTwrnjkjzmee1ySjHuDR-9AmhYaPzAKfRZ3PMP0KoMHK7mWmQweCwb/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" />They covet each others' "toys."<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120775993129026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mjPfHA10m81lGY06ZbkwVjPgyzhjriYG0V0ZMW8zjV_Kc87wSS14Q_URc_4BpJJ8X_fTNqJAMHAfyVEDL3RoqqhfatkHSaoAkUBydeayW_3wHg-ox1riQgl7BuAYlV5K6d10AgZTzWyv/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" />They love on each other. </div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120783327619378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8YELqhIcECVTTuHViLWwvvEiRimCeRRY9Ji2-Gx5S4nopOc3oM3TrRmz9PspJ2MApcLIxdOA-bJ7X6jFkVzMdFLk8QMWn1j3xkv6IQfPqQQvrIQKWAdA7DUj89IAEw2QhJGcRHzk_QRP/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" />They do everything together. Really close to each other. No, really...they have no concept of personal space. I put a "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service" sign up, but they blatantly disregarded it. They would be nudists if their prude of an aunt/mother would allow it. </div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120787074964386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gEuB5SE20BJGOmkaiMm1JN0z7hvrfCKTGnvD3_BUyzZpHq2LvvRtvqx_MxsCc869SQLMaU63_GjRaV0jYs1sPerGg0JgMAMYh0NgUWjpr4P3-i0gTlYOOSzj6sURpUWtGIwUCV_YFPws/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" />There's a thin line between "hugging" and "wrestling." </div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633120790016427698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhIOArQCGEQItKoTQbF8jpiwmDa0ScCDiURRrhVF5c0-KHVNsDoLg6TiNyojnsFQxvn6mnx_j_xSySGB8EQ2yYOIHo9Vhr2zD3MElkom_tbfV0LYJWGkc4vkW9x_5O5v8DrY5AVprBoej/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" />See?</div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633121388409716082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDkGjkdiv8iIyzyi0f255vtayevEVm6csH35ponzzozTQFbucSuOHRB-8y2PkycTBKD4DoRx5GurE6YPPDVUwe-rFep1rflN13ID81AFouge9xc9ePvn-VfEj7-2GOMF_TTnzQZshmPTP/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" />In addition to the WWF practice he gets, C loves the cool toys the girls bring over. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xqA9DChbiE1XLdTAxjaAlky9YFiOvIeDWSGplbZR5sx5xEKjwAH9ZQudjin2ZoSBX0z4sb6wjOaakUeWK40E_RHVR8QM4a9xDTQ5xtoWACQzivEcUB-r5v-pV8A3PsHJnIJjFQ2FCeQr/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xqA9DChbiE1XLdTAxjaAlky9YFiOvIeDWSGplbZR5sx5xEKjwAH9ZQudjin2ZoSBX0z4sb6wjOaakUeWK40E_RHVR8QM4a9xDTQ5xtoWACQzivEcUB-r5v-pV8A3PsHJnIJjFQ2FCeQr/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633122810490524802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xqA9DChbiE1XLdTAxjaAlky9YFiOvIeDWSGplbZR5sx5xEKjwAH9ZQudjin2ZoSBX0z4sb6wjOaakUeWK40E_RHVR8QM4a9xDTQ5xtoWACQzivEcUB-r5v-pV8A3PsHJnIJjFQ2FCeQr/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" /></a>Poof, be gone! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxpNKWkOwHvfhj-ViSI1vyH4NPGC7Hpc61XN9oz6mirn8XQhCT7TOnDTZxCJnp5f8GwXBGbsL_kq_citalUSYwvkp6syQBHOtnkSyIAD8WJkkJJjFsg6i4kTrPDWe-A9nY2DZk_fMBZNb/s1600/IMG_0248.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxpNKWkOwHvfhj-ViSI1vyH4NPGC7Hpc61XN9oz6mirn8XQhCT7TOnDTZxCJnp5f8GwXBGbsL_kq_citalUSYwvkp6syQBHOtnkSyIAD8WJkkJJjFsg6i4kTrPDWe-A9nY2DZk_fMBZNb/s1600/IMG_0248.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633122806303440994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxpNKWkOwHvfhj-ViSI1vyH4NPGC7Hpc61XN9oz6mirn8XQhCT7TOnDTZxCJnp5f8GwXBGbsL_kq_citalUSYwvkp6syQBHOtnkSyIAD8WJkkJJjFsg6i4kTrPDWe-A9nY2DZk_fMBZNb/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" /></a>It didn't work. Stupid wand. C wants to upgrade to the Elder wand. (You are cool if you know what that means).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEF6EPqVkfuo7iWJBni1QojKXwJtu6WkHvynEUXdGeq-rhU44yFTGwtkkqJSMbpsf0B3e8Esz4RY5saNH17C3UOs2M3NZNgx5DN3r67Arpb9fzjaDYDOzAgtX77POEW136QeJzwd2Z2cgM/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633122801399280674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEF6EPqVkfuo7iWJBni1QojKXwJtu6WkHvynEUXdGeq-rhU44yFTGwtkkqJSMbpsf0B3e8Esz4RY5saNH17C3UOs2M3NZNgx5DN3r67Arpb9fzjaDYDOzAgtX77POEW136QeJzwd2Z2cgM/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" /></a>More wrestling.<br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdrnaYkoaXqewLrG1kKeYx4qsyeWuOhrREV7ex6j4YZFkdlgcsdqIvFkOjUJCgmRW0ztSJWW75mUoxaSBKl6ihz2FzzlR6W0IZI12KGHa4wtBBBGI3MyGMqrh90uljbG_kWLgsDMYtiBx/s1600/IMG_0256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633121384650838162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdrnaYkoaXqewLrG1kKeYx4qsyeWuOhrREV7ex6j4YZFkdlgcsdqIvFkOjUJCgmRW0ztSJWW75mUoxaSBKl6ihz2FzzlR6W0IZI12KGHa4wtBBBGI3MyGMqrh90uljbG_kWLgsDMYtiBx/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" /></a>E loves her uncle B. Uncle B loves anyone who will allow him to sleep. Just kidding. He loves his nieces.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdZxJ5KM0NyD4krEsJ4dEYgLKKZXhp7TL5EM5jkvLROQQv4QxJGdP-Z3TbwlEtJv77PFnn4pO9BzXc7cuAN2f3W5DN6limgldWq5VmMeWdl1_nES7hID16M9R7CC3Qt7F3j1QxWxOeigY/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633121206849614850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdZxJ5KM0NyD4krEsJ4dEYgLKKZXhp7TL5EM5jkvLROQQv4QxJGdP-Z3TbwlEtJv77PFnn4pO9BzXc7cuAN2f3W5DN6limgldWq5VmMeWdl1_nES7hID16M9R7CC3Qt7F3j1QxWxOeigY/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" /></a>Even though he doesn't love the camera.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDegvDxr8ctAVEdtxRTxUo9N0WT6NniW3x425hCNYaqZkmw5ywi70UFjdJj0T1jf2bJ5ZmY1VhVe9ykEOk8c2XbX3KXHMwEzB71NgPILr98XnLzC9Sy0PMN7O5peZjAhxppMi3QzQdbe4y/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633121203452992354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDegvDxr8ctAVEdtxRTxUo9N0WT6NniW3x425hCNYaqZkmw5ywi70UFjdJj0T1jf2bJ5ZmY1VhVe9ykEOk8c2XbX3KXHMwEzB71NgPILr98XnLzC9Sy0PMN7O5peZjAhxppMi3QzQdbe4y/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7lHX3_tQWVKq-b3qMeu2AVSSn4-lfpXn-qqwe2Z0QXhDITG0UaYHO74SErVEOhZEiFqAP2H-HRxpIVH524wnREg2YjP3DHoTAxbQ-MJ84XWPr2U4OkoaSJS6kSXBojkvcfezQO_MG5Nq/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633121197323406418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7lHX3_tQWVKq-b3qMeu2AVSSn4-lfpXn-qqwe2Z0QXhDITG0UaYHO74SErVEOhZEiFqAP2H-HRxpIVH524wnREg2YjP3DHoTAxbQ-MJ84XWPr2U4OkoaSJS6kSXBojkvcfezQO_MG5Nq/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" /></a>I love the toys the girls bring over, too. G loves to play dress up, and that is just fine in my book. I know that I will likely have a house full of boys, so I jump at any chance I get for girly activities!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633121194195983138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL54R81dSf3ucmm28-Pa15XBlY06HDtbebVaQP8ojweWkDKdjCF6IxO6IEXWaFiiNSZObIvNWfrAcnK1udEpuzDKGFe-hVPadEWDu-0aNsPXNDdJODYUzp_DwwFfDxBXFRgyt3mIe-rvgC/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" />One more believer in my royal <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/07/princess.html">Princess</a> status. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wv8b7OEmYw8-uT49Ln-4aW1EcDVsA64w3PiPUb9DHuZ-NoS1-Mj4K3jp2UAlZT2m_sXDzvQBhgZNuBEzRRURv2DUi1JGLmjPZblCcNVrKiO9yqDdnn0aBthHwnet5AsVq7E8Gy1XUk5T/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wv8b7OEmYw8-uT49Ln-4aW1EcDVsA64w3PiPUb9DHuZ-NoS1-Mj4K3jp2UAlZT2m_sXDzvQBhgZNuBEzRRURv2DUi1JGLmjPZblCcNVrKiO9yqDdnn0aBthHwnet5AsVq7E8Gy1XUk5T/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633121198043740114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wv8b7OEmYw8-uT49Ln-4aW1EcDVsA64w3PiPUb9DHuZ-NoS1-Mj4K3jp2UAlZT2m_sXDzvQBhgZNuBEzRRURv2DUi1JGLmjPZblCcNVrKiO9yqDdnn0aBthHwnet5AsVq7E8Gy1XUk5T/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" /></a><br />G later informed me that she didn't like my haircut and that she liked it long. Ahh the brutal honesty of a 4 year old. G better watch it or I'll have my little <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/07/princess.html">princess</a> banish her from my kingdom with his wand :)<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-81847264964280214082011-07-24T19:29:00.001-07:002011-07-24T19:56:58.275-07:00Princess<div>The really fun thing about only having girl cousins living in town is that there is no shortage of princess gear and girly toys around. </div><div><br /></div><div>C$ found a crown from<a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/charmed-life.html"> G's princess party </a>and knew just what to do with it. I am saving these pictures to embarrass him on his first date, or at his rehearsal dinner, but I didn't want to be selfish and not share them with my 20 readers first...</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZOgtrUrDoWHWrTZQIHl4bxiGr_v901nvf0yodJeAXN6QG0nOO66vn8nQzm-tJ5ZJqauqixeAqQgDGj4m8ROTXSPnzx3V-7mk1T5a7ZpOGXhNPs3dSLeqkxWGLSgy2FOpQ4wTEJBadHzL/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112628963066114" />Don't kid yourself, buddy. Putting it on backwards doesn't make it any less glittery.<br /><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZyaCJSNUVVxmh_nLCZqP7lUCUOUBHaO-gh6COqfSaSMqjwu95Ge0tA3_Ns-PUJf0tJO2zojTW55J-iM6f82-OatAcZGvmDtY55Z7FEDqgeXGUhtsyTHMnAhnyidVMBDEncAkuUYlJ6xn/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112627006823490" /><br /></div><div>At least he was a kind princess. He played with his royal subjects. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPelnU-ovKRy4Yvzg0RKNnxA7OfhvFuKjwJRxM02RsRuVuM5iT3HIkM_d0PSzBXBaP6xYMOjKsHnGOpUvZG-0t-1ksN8BEkW9L-JpLUScjMKT-B0kLBSWbWQCTBMlhpVJgXduEGOts4PD/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112278484950258" />He picked up after himself. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2Dp8GzMg55rlS2phZiCD0Fq5jj0x4lr5c6J1coHmNhSleDzaELSTzxLTVBJdvn0owQD5lUh4Y2qIl-FNXatPbzMGsNXj7CFq-Ch8XEOJ05C-7l_cesVaK161-Kj2sX88s9ebAfimM5mt/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112275507348434" />He smiled for the paparazzi. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2bs_ajIl9P_7mm-fQX_cuC8XCkWqciiI9AWjKN8Ri43D4gDfRMH7hHPcqeAX3md-jKDMhZ1WbbCxboaFddAsa44VcIiZgAtyYMGABIWiTUsG8HbKiQd88YUUraycYmYc-v4dxpivci5n/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112265456054546" /><br /></div><div>He wanted to make sure his Princess title was always visible. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWAIoZLr_3RX8DUqbe_Rs7esmlnvHVGoCr2PxFAl4uUj7W0Q2oddUSt1rI9wWPcGcIu6tAnYfGnEraNmgmxkDTtR5pmGmdxr57JByODp_sUo1kNSfbHYR_4zQaCH2nTg8XCnR3a9Q5Lpkd/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112264567303842" /><br /></div><div>Yep. (Disregard the mess in the back. I still haven't cleaned up all of his toys from his <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/07/bonkers.html">birthday</a>. Don't judge me. We're working on a playroom so that <s>we can hide this mess upstairs</s> we have a nice place for him to play with all of his toys).<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRQygmDzIbSkKEiYsXB5mlgxRpRbZ4v_w7iEfjTLQHinCeELV5sFdXLxWcV-KkjNsc5xg_9Jvj_Ahbs8ybKSriv_xjhWQIsOUI-OCKVgSh9ExQyWxc5gEK_8tqGsQ-sXhoEW7i_Ew_bfd/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112260396319826<<div><br></div><div><img style=" 0px="" auto="" at=" the=" end="" of="" knows="" who="" real="" princess="" in="" this="" house="" /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwyci5pElhzJHCtg-bhOeyLoQFNMliWQV8Y_Ack20UjUAC8pUJp_1fbV5iQxlHNkXWy44PMmCMTtlM1rr5TbKhWFbRUXO-qc1O0XQgyhq5OKtFHU0wInTSW23tibvLImqg0XwzXxvhvAA/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwyci5pElhzJHCtg-bhOeyLoQFNMliWQV8Y_Ack20UjUAC8pUJp_1fbV5iQxlHNkXWy44PMmCMTtlM1rr5TbKhWFbRUXO-qc1O0XQgyhq5OKtFHU0wInTSW23tibvLImqg0XwzXxvhvAA/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633112636335882066" /></a><br /></div><div>At the end of the day, C$ knows who the real princess of the house is. More like the Queen B but whatever.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-29641275823154170312011-07-12T20:02:00.000-07:002011-07-13T05:32:12.971-07:00Bonkers<div>Yesterday, I turned thirty. Today, C-Bizzle turned one. I keep repeating those facts over and over again. I am thirty with a one year old child. It sounds so bizarre and foreign to me, like when you repeat a strange word over and over again until you're not sure you're saying it right. Bonkers bonkers bonkers. That's my go-to funny word. It always makes me laugh. But this is. Bonkers. I am thirty with a one year old. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll keep trying it out until it sounds right. </div><div><br /></div><div>This was about 3 minutes after my whole world changed forever. C$ was letting that nurse know he didn't care for her bedside manner. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiukmqzXoJvRyu8_gagehSI2n7GfU5C7yWJeVuB6LKVE8dt3ar9CB8BC8pYUMPP8yGQA21yWbL76jmNk-oA7EMhA6dgTn2RlqwWiUpU0xb_bic3ovh_nivUoCQuva5u3NGbSCh-w0kcq3n/s1600/IMG_2159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiukmqzXoJvRyu8_gagehSI2n7GfU5C7yWJeVuB6LKVE8dt3ar9CB8BC8pYUMPP8yGQA21yWbL76jmNk-oA7EMhA6dgTn2RlqwWiUpU0xb_bic3ovh_nivUoCQuva5u3NGbSCh-w0kcq3n/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628667406132985074" /></a><br /><div>Here he was on Saturday, letting me know he didn't care for the amount of icing on his hands when he wanted a drink of juice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4sdylfnKDuToRM5-b1kf8-tFLPhCkJuuta-waR6DzGlzidUUpdo3Bq85V0NRZB2eq6y2sPkG50H3k1n7wdI3LqSfdyodkfsAeycfaeYAL4y4SGeTX5Gz6W7UsQCEeqmusF_mqMWKXNNM/s1600/DSC00073.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4sdylfnKDuToRM5-b1kf8-tFLPhCkJuuta-waR6DzGlzidUUpdo3Bq85V0NRZB2eq6y2sPkG50H3k1n7wdI3LqSfdyodkfsAeycfaeYAL4y4SGeTX5Gz6W7UsQCEeqmusF_mqMWKXNNM/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628667404265550066" /></a><br /></div><div>While I may not be wild about the idea of getting older, I am definitely wild about this guy. I love him to pieces and I am his mommy. That is something that sounds just right.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGSwdtjERXsEE_4xNybQBRyalkwJfDjwKCK_hcOP3Pihb6Ma6IatV5WXgrcH4tnRai2tpZNfy7IVCjFuH8wbxpZMNnbZztRhNIH7twspf-lef1-nNu1TriY1VWk4dDQvdsZOvx4vr0HKp/s1600/DSC00071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGSwdtjERXsEE_4xNybQBRyalkwJfDjwKCK_hcOP3Pihb6Ma6IatV5WXgrcH4tnRai2tpZNfy7IVCjFuH8wbxpZMNnbZztRhNIH7twspf-lef1-nNu1TriY1VWk4dDQvdsZOvx4vr0HKp/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628667125153327906" /></a><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday to my sweet C-man! I love you!</div><div><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-55858630899529167322011-07-05T18:12:00.000-07:002011-07-06T22:26:29.526-07:00Top Ten Beach PeevesI love going to the beach. It is fun and relaxing and I look forward to my beach trip every year. That said, there are usually other people on the beach when I go that try to ruin my time. <div><br /></div><div>Without further ado, the top ten beach no nos</div><div><br /></div><div>10. People wearing swimsuits that do not fit. Most of us know (unfortunately) what it's like to lose our bikini figures. Don't try to hold on with an ill fitting bathing suit. You know you are as uncomfortable as the people having to avert their eyes from your love handles. To that end, even if your body is rocking...wear an age appropriate suit. </div><div><br /></div><div>9. Confederate flag/Beer/Liquor bathing suits. Just don't. </div><div><br /></div><div>8. People who leave their cigarette butts on the beach. Do you think that all of these cigarettes will magically disappear, you selfish a-hole? Stop polluting the beach with your filth.</div><div><br /></div><div>7. In the same vein as #8, people who litter. Throw your freaking trash away. We have enough pollution in the water and on the beaches with all of the oil and whatnot. If you are too lazy to take your trash to one of the million trash receptacles lining the beach, then don't take things that create trash on the beach. Or better yet...just don't come out to the beach at all. Chances are, you'll be offending peeve number 9 or 10 anyway. </div><div><br /></div><div>6. Jellyfish. Do they have a purpose, other than to cause pain and paranoia in the water?</div><div><br /></div><div>5. People who fish in the surf. Have you never seen a single episode on Shark Week? Struggling fish and blood attract predators. That includes sharks. That is how people get attacked in the shallow water, you a-holes. I love sharks, but I do not care to see one attached to my leg because you are fishing nearby. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also a tip for you non-shark-week-watchers, don't swim at dusk or dawn. Dummies. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. People who are afraid to get in the water or who prefer the pool to the ocean. What is the point of driving all the way down the beach if you just want to swim in a pool? Save your gas money and go to a hotel pool in town. Weenies. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. Overly affectionate sand combers. I saw more couples than I care to remember walking the beach not only holding hands, but walking with their arms around one another. I think this is ridiculous unless you have some injury that prevents you from being able to walk on your own. Get a room. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. Water Screamers. Unless Jaws himself is attacking you in the water, do not scream. It is annoying as hell to those of us who are reading, napping and relaxing on the beach, and it makes people think something is wrong. If you are not drowning and are not being attacked by a deadly sea creature, don't scream like you are. </div><div><br /></div><div>1. Going home to the real world. While this is not technically a "beach peeve," it is most definitely the worst part of a beach vacation. While I was excited to be back in my own bed, I was NOT ready to come back to my annoying clients and work. Gross. Project lottery win is back in full effect. </div><div><br /></div><div><s>Annoying things I thought of after I finished the list</s> Honorable Mentions: </div><div><br /></div><div>-Sunburns. They suck.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Makers of sunscreen. Filthy pirates. Charging $10 for a can of mist that lasts one day on the beach is not cool. </div><div><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-22696459626320974652011-07-05T17:25:00.000-07:002011-07-05T18:02:21.037-07:00The Beach Post<div>Warning: Picture overload (and no...these are not the only pictures I took). </div><div><br /></div><div>This past week, we went on our annual vacation to Destin, Florida. We've been going for several years but this year, there was one big difference...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qF0hXtNfKDTST9jAsBrIMBaljDmqpaqX9uBIg5kfR168Co37ArwrL1MWlekp2bX2lWR8xwrmednx96mjnsWB5FNGTh77FB_zEoBRAJFgAWS4ndqhy9fga0ZD6PAOkz8XqnXUwl0pwfIc/s1600/IMG_3836.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qF0hXtNfKDTST9jAsBrIMBaljDmqpaqX9uBIg5kfR168Co37ArwrL1MWlekp2bX2lWR8xwrmednx96mjnsWB5FNGTh77FB_zEoBRAJFgAWS4ndqhy9fga0ZD6PAOkz8XqnXUwl0pwfIc/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626031346577918610" /></a><br /><div>We made the decision <s>because we didn't want a screaming baby all the way to Florida</s> because we are super rebels, to turn C-Bizzle around 2 weeks before his 1st birthday so that he could enjoy the scenery as we drove. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once we were there. He was ready for the beach. Can't you tell?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmN8xM0p_nbFvr_ocYMD3S4jDJqpCXZAXjgwY_df-DpHUt2HnaBhZvu5j594SnLH6tiiwPEJyqctDMmbxmzriUoyQOO3MTCOeznRa6wMhdoBc0fJ28MmRgsIF16ISd1Nnmg3gCNGHlOyT/s1600/IMG_3839.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmN8xM0p_nbFvr_ocYMD3S4jDJqpCXZAXjgwY_df-DpHUt2HnaBhZvu5j594SnLH6tiiwPEJyqctDMmbxmzriUoyQOO3MTCOeznRa6wMhdoBc0fJ28MmRgsIF16ISd1Nnmg3gCNGHlOyT/s320/IMG_3839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626031170724612962" /></a>Daddy introduced him to the water, but it turns out, he didn't need much convincing to get right in.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDplOCnxxRTIx_0HAruDhyphenhyphenXxHlBhAqqWFFvkIXiVzcgoMXlQ5mXjVZ3rkpgQv9UNb0drykgzKx36f_aFbBPqcfwmgXaCM3ahwND3RhT40bXNzILpSz6FcXnb8SK0UZpVYiwK74t3-sNNP/s1600/IMG_3846.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDplOCnxxRTIx_0HAruDhyphenhyphenXxHlBhAqqWFFvkIXiVzcgoMXlQ5mXjVZ3rkpgQv9UNb0drykgzKx36f_aFbBPqcfwmgXaCM3ahwND3RhT40bXNzILpSz6FcXnb8SK0UZpVYiwK74t3-sNNP/s320/IMG_3846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626031164277325506" /></a>He was a perfect sport and napped on the beach in his <s>cheapo kiddie pool</s> waterbed every day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTM6plIivYn7-F2942nNZQF63_3uZn3D4TtwTUHTOMEzHjT0E_-gn-XmKkdFviXgahEFzHcXQrSWx2cLtuiKZ9AgFBeAYZ5ZWW_U3rXxsZ0qK4VYMHZ8zFTW5xfiPhHXD8aB2Ek5fVXdZ/s1600/IMG_3849.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTM6plIivYn7-F2942nNZQF63_3uZn3D4TtwTUHTOMEzHjT0E_-gn-XmKkdFviXgahEFzHcXQrSWx2cLtuiKZ9AgFBeAYZ5ZWW_U3rXxsZ0qK4VYMHZ8zFTW5xfiPhHXD8aB2Ek5fVXdZ/s320/IMG_3849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626031158595544786" /></a><br /></div><div>He was definitely able to find trouble down there as well. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTjTqqGetDBvABQdRmSniqYPmEXJ9Ukf85c8j96JNzUiykLWLSc_S6K3z3zgWNtiraWrEdnm3GTEyE6oh9kdC6xQqicHghV15ldYFLF6sCiTnww82HNQjXZ-IWmZIB5-rkCZE9EKZdRmj/s1600/IMG_3852.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTjTqqGetDBvABQdRmSniqYPmEXJ9Ukf85c8j96JNzUiykLWLSc_S6K3z3zgWNtiraWrEdnm3GTEyE6oh9kdC6xQqicHghV15ldYFLF6sCiTnww82HNQjXZ-IWmZIB5-rkCZE9EKZdRmj/s320/IMG_3852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626031150575078962" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjzMvPs9_bqOr9hVckWccJgxz6jYmdE0san9pKOEydKmF0vii8B3JdKx1hNQMfe1gT3uKgbjod_6Wk1CzUR1ne5jspe5XvMAgWMN9FxnpKDqGfyowF_ukkRMQYd1BDW-0AVaL3e5t-4xn/s1600/IMG_3853.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMjzMvPs9_bqOr9hVckWccJgxz6jYmdE0san9pKOEydKmF0vii8B3JdKx1hNQMfe1gT3uKgbjod_6Wk1CzUR1ne5jspe5XvMAgWMN9FxnpKDqGfyowF_ukkRMQYd1BDW-0AVaL3e5t-4xn/s320/IMG_3853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626031149937809906" /></a>Bad little thing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IUBd1REgk9S6KJa7GWXNCWscmFoyZkdtWFnzBfiUehafCLcJRWYVxu3mJveHhojLib0zrtCTtpgwqCJIlLTYxAnycaguhEU2ASm1dbEou597UjjZd2NgQqaTfy6W4KL-d7-mGogPafEK/s1600/IMG_3854.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IUBd1REgk9S6KJa7GWXNCWscmFoyZkdtWFnzBfiUehafCLcJRWYVxu3mJveHhojLib0zrtCTtpgwqCJIlLTYxAnycaguhEU2ASm1dbEou597UjjZd2NgQqaTfy6W4KL-d7-mGogPafEK/s320/IMG_3854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030819794274370" /></a>Haha. Yes...I went to get my camera before helping my son up after he fell. <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/06/mother-of-year.html">Mom of the year</a>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCGcbg-a5WgGE8zZjRmXH6YfdwGjMYpD_P5np60pp9fy5uZIhStGGDOayrxO8EgciKFeY2kmsCzU-fn7rPStcuQi3IYWOVjca95NZgU-rXcjeX1QsIfYNABvzfNw57p5oU9gThvmCmJrB/s1600/IMG_3851.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCGcbg-a5WgGE8zZjRmXH6YfdwGjMYpD_P5np60pp9fy5uZIhStGGDOayrxO8EgciKFeY2kmsCzU-fn7rPStcuQi3IYWOVjca95NZgU-rXcjeX1QsIfYNABvzfNw57p5oU9gThvmCmJrB/s320/IMG_3851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030812532262242" /></a>C was a beach natural, despite his <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-as-vampire.html">condition</a>. Who says the fair-complected can't enjoy a little fun in the sun? That's why God created 100 spf sunscreen. Seriously. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-k91k914igPqmEw3xGWDeKEVfy9TRnwqDSu8CjhgeNpR-SEEYi05viHs0kKlUWxLBSTBliGKE_X04Lh-Y3TUYyfRNtORAhjik6D2VHRQRxFCN-ANWIAdBUU5fDEsfsbQFBxi-VG74h7t/s1600/IMG_3901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-k91k914igPqmEw3xGWDeKEVfy9TRnwqDSu8CjhgeNpR-SEEYi05viHs0kKlUWxLBSTBliGKE_X04Lh-Y3TUYyfRNtORAhjik6D2VHRQRxFCN-ANWIAdBUU5fDEsfsbQFBxi-VG74h7t/s320/IMG_3901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030806154679586" /></a>He <s>really liked</s> loved the sand. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhka7_PUUEYoP2Gd1Ma5G0gGhAiBCdzkXve_Ll-_Be2umKy4SK-HVTp4ifZCvuq_Db1KTnIcjqRV4cDGwAanirW8_71nuScaK9EHBhrhIng0WgmNo4u6B7JGcMy1YJ29Z2yvUlQukbWQNBX/s1600/IMG_3916.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhka7_PUUEYoP2Gd1Ma5G0gGhAiBCdzkXve_Ll-_Be2umKy4SK-HVTp4ifZCvuq_Db1KTnIcjqRV4cDGwAanirW8_71nuScaK9EHBhrhIng0WgmNo4u6B7JGcMy1YJ29Z2yvUlQukbWQNBX/s320/IMG_3916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030802102864226" /></a><br /></div><div>He loved it all.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03NLexO8Jz0H5VPta3M5eCG6-JPU-L8ArrtWZGymqjL-eeNATiXLExoHwC02k05pFB2ME7LNc9v45bx4pBWCJdTnibv_A-wRhCdJekAEuCj7jAJnOAfZSYXa-wtNeh7eMpOOVfZKXmnQ7/s1600/IMG_3921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03NLexO8Jz0H5VPta3M5eCG6-JPU-L8ArrtWZGymqjL-eeNATiXLExoHwC02k05pFB2ME7LNc9v45bx4pBWCJdTnibv_A-wRhCdJekAEuCj7jAJnOAfZSYXa-wtNeh7eMpOOVfZKXmnQ7/s320/IMG_3921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030796704881554" /></a>He even got the chance to chase after an older woman. Look at those cute little beach bums!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAlMk1FOLTUaYVnAa5ic4kueeYPmZ2beiO96j00bhxIyMZYNJ50-gfqV5gRC_zk8zOy04zh0__8ngqGyyN2OlLtVR2lytcRke4HJTTJTpGT5a9uiXAGYpiq3AHqkyjnbEiJnoBRyf8826/s1600/IMG_3927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAlMk1FOLTUaYVnAa5ic4kueeYPmZ2beiO96j00bhxIyMZYNJ50-gfqV5gRC_zk8zOy04zh0__8ngqGyyN2OlLtVR2lytcRke4HJTTJTpGT5a9uiXAGYpiq3AHqkyjnbEiJnoBRyf8826/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030399421703298" /></a>I <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/danger-is-my-middle-name.html">should have known</a> he would not be afraid of the water.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39Qa8pmec9_oWajFyO4g_ncW2zIQyyJh0g8cOWw3KAQ1A_acgcx5a_GomOgMpskHBbi5bNMa9XC5PQIioWMIYs4FM51Xr5CE31cdpkbfX9n5opHFUWeWIKF-Ok2V50g66Uvc-s7fG6ZlO/s1600/IMG_3957.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39Qa8pmec9_oWajFyO4g_ncW2zIQyyJh0g8cOWw3KAQ1A_acgcx5a_GomOgMpskHBbi5bNMa9XC5PQIioWMIYs4FM51Xr5CE31cdpkbfX9n5opHFUWeWIKF-Ok2V50g66Uvc-s7fG6ZlO/s320/IMG_3957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030395848217410" /></a>No fear.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbhazhA4AwZidX6zTuEe16LqyEvB-L1n9Us9iwW9ccCbp5RoaNjfYwaP6hTWf5Sczrs8R0p8ob0C4UGI-6LShPXyfei0WUCuHqt1zWMzptGSlWUGrzoxcGgoMoos4-ukx99fIiBGSJNiW/s1600/IMG_3958.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbhazhA4AwZidX6zTuEe16LqyEvB-L1n9Us9iwW9ccCbp5RoaNjfYwaP6hTWf5Sczrs8R0p8ob0C4UGI-6LShPXyfei0WUCuHqt1zWMzptGSlWUGrzoxcGgoMoos4-ukx99fIiBGSJNiW/s320/IMG_3958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030393624872226" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">No need to alert the authorities. Billbo was standing right there as I took pictures of our fearless child. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbhazhA4AwZidX6zTuEe16LqyEvB-L1n9Us9iwW9ccCbp5RoaNjfYwaP6hTWf5Sczrs8R0p8ob0C4UGI-6LShPXyfei0WUCuHqt1zWMzptGSlWUGrzoxcGgoMoos4-ukx99fIiBGSJNiW/s1600/IMG_3958.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddEA0n896iQbP054rCfiJ1x_lpVupiLcqSTUrdcdxN8CirYWvq4nsCbrC5ZU1DqZPlCoRssmB1MOeVdaTbmQw9XkfU5Pf2okQXqHjzXKHZJe2qo0TWEsSLJs4_X44bNt2lv3NVR-AHd7e/s1600/IMG_3959.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddEA0n896iQbP054rCfiJ1x_lpVupiLcqSTUrdcdxN8CirYWvq4nsCbrC5ZU1DqZPlCoRssmB1MOeVdaTbmQw9XkfU5Pf2okQXqHjzXKHZJe2qo0TWEsSLJs4_X44bNt2lv3NVR-AHd7e/s320/IMG_3959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030387173351874" /></a>I posted this blurry pic <s>in hopes that Billbo will get me a new camera for my birthday</s> because C-Bizzle looks so cute when he's blurry. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUaFBYxRE487eGxsoyWzgOFBYTHYOuNicXUQvjHg8Zkv476-0O-ZadjRmXBpQV0Q2ioMjzqzufKTIsEyU-Rxl4-nC3TqXPY3wH0c9wG62z5_slEe_7NS6owhvXEAlBQZ12Qm9wbhuo8CL/s1600/IMG_3965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><s><s></s></s><div><s><br /></s></div><div><s><s><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUaFBYxRE487eGxsoyWzgOFBYTHYOuNicXUQvjHg8Zkv476-0O-ZadjRmXBpQV0Q2ioMjzqzufKTIsEyU-Rxl4-nC3TqXPY3wH0c9wG62z5_slEe_7NS6owhvXEAlBQZ12Qm9wbhuo8CL/s1600/IMG_3965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUaFBYxRE487eGxsoyWzgOFBYTHYOuNicXUQvjHg8Zkv476-0O-ZadjRmXBpQV0Q2ioMjzqzufKTIsEyU-Rxl4-nC3TqXPY3wH0c9wG62z5_slEe_7NS6owhvXEAlBQZ12Qm9wbhuo8CL/s320/IMG_3965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626030381123943762" for="" those="" of="" you="" who="" are="" worried="" i="" am="" turning="" in="" to="" a="" sentimental="" stay="" tuned="" s="" top="" ten="" beach="" /></a></s><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUaFBYxRE487eGxsoyWzgOFBYTHYOuNicXUQvjHg8Zkv476-0O-ZadjRmXBpQV0Q2ioMjzqzufKTIsEyU-Rxl4-nC3TqXPY3wH0c9wG62z5_slEe_7NS6owhvXEAlBQZ12Qm9wbhuo8CL/s1600/IMG_3965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></s><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUaFBYxRE487eGxsoyWzgOFBYTHYOuNicXUQvjHg8Zkv476-0O-ZadjRmXBpQV0Q2ioMjzqzufKTIsEyU-Rxl4-nC3TqXPY3wH0c9wG62z5_slEe_7NS6owhvXEAlBQZ12Qm9wbhuo8CL/s1600/IMG_3965.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><s><br /></s></div><div>For those of you who are worried that I am becoming a sentimental schmuck who only posts baby pictures on my this blog, stay tuned for tomorrow's post: Top Ten Beach Peeves.</div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-38422293637120355962011-06-18T06:30:00.000-07:002011-06-18T06:39:39.829-07:00It's BackThis week, we had an uninvited guest at our house. Uninvited and unwanted. This guest has visited our house before, and was unwanted then, too. Want a clue as to who our rude intruder is? It's the <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/stinkeye.html">stinkeye</a>. <div><br /></div><div>Poor C-Biz has been feeling a little under the weather since Wednesday. Wednesday evening, he had a fever, but was fine Thursday morning. He spent Thursday with Grumpy and we just attributed the fever to teething. Thursday evening, his fever spiked again, though, and by Friday morning, the stinkeye had moved in. Gross. It brought along with it some friends...runny nose, sore throat and one infected ear. </div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily, we got in to see the pediatrician really quickly yesterday morning and were able to give C a dose of antibiotics early in the day. The stinkeye and his friends have been issued an eviction notice. </div><div><br /></div><div>C feels better. Mommy and Daddy are a little worse for the wear, though...we're past the days where we can go without sleep and escape unscathed. </div><div><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-36308101600936821662011-06-11T08:07:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:17:28.447-07:00Green with Envy<div>I haven't done a food post in a while so I decided I'd share this morning's breakfast with you all. </div><div><br /></div><div>Feast your eyes on the Green Monster. (I certainly cannot claim credit for this delicious smoothie. I first learned of them through Morgan and Anna's former blog, and my <a href="http://www.peasandthankyou.com/">favorite food blogger</a> makes them on the reg). </div><div><br /></div><div>Mine this morning was delicious. </div><div><br /></div><div>A handful of frozen, fresh organic strawberries</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWZtjrXXI_XN9zOL3OqSTIuuWL5pABQV47VmIIHM-uYousuX-ndHp1PLfU3Ee4w5lybSZR9WZ4UqCGNWnuijiK4T7KFjsLYm7SaT0j6bgLn01z-XW-j12iaYFl1X3AFFsHucS-oux0zdJ/s1600/IMG_3826.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWZtjrXXI_XN9zOL3OqSTIuuWL5pABQV47VmIIHM-uYousuX-ndHp1PLfU3Ee4w5lybSZR9WZ4UqCGNWnuijiK4T7KFjsLYm7SaT0j6bgLn01z-XW-j12iaYFl1X3AFFsHucS-oux0zdJ/s320/IMG_3826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616979567244916482" /></a>1/2 of a banana, sliced<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wM1Cw65Bi2RwOrRq15m_Hqh0QWI1yPuBFdMNTXmpeOXMsmFyg2VQf0M5Yu4g8HaS3tshCFodWAscIr3ELn-kbDaVY0How_DfaqysJufGaSaRDHvXs56W2nG1ffpr2952yEs9rmQ5WTIp/s1600/IMG_3827.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wM1Cw65Bi2RwOrRq15m_Hqh0QWI1yPuBFdMNTXmpeOXMsmFyg2VQf0M5Yu4g8HaS3tshCFodWAscIr3ELn-kbDaVY0How_DfaqysJufGaSaRDHvXs56W2nG1ffpr2952yEs9rmQ5WTIp/s320/IMG_3827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616979562347611842" /></a>A generous, heaping handful of organic baby spinach (don't be a wus...you can't even taste it)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOx2KSUeiZLf7SyL29-jBKvCU6YwZBtf58B2psu5qkkikEawg3zRoOtphyphenhyphenx914lzL2O921F7UM57UT1AC_9Oo_S0stslCta8RUy36MsEKsjV8OZYmLccSW3FT2TXr4K51gkuOYTfP2a2Tx/s1600/IMG_3828.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOx2KSUeiZLf7SyL29-jBKvCU6YwZBtf58B2psu5qkkikEawg3zRoOtphyphenhyphenx914lzL2O921F7UM57UT1AC_9Oo_S0stslCta8RUy36MsEKsjV8OZYmLccSW3FT2TXr4K51gkuOYTfP2a2Tx/s320/IMG_3828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616979346676827794" /></a>A dash of sweetener (I used blue agave but you can use whatever suits your fancy)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYnpQXBThdYU43PYJHNXbzvOKjuN9PtIQGWYO6ZVjQNzbj59uxYsiEa5277Pdc9zO6gMSHqJoGUgef4Kx1IX03HCIoRAUw1ROffTWMjnTIK3SBJGZ0c-hnEsEj1GZb6-ItYZqiDWMfJg-/s1600/IMG_3830.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYnpQXBThdYU43PYJHNXbzvOKjuN9PtIQGWYO6ZVjQNzbj59uxYsiEa5277Pdc9zO6gMSHqJoGUgef4Kx1IX03HCIoRAUw1ROffTWMjnTIK3SBJGZ0c-hnEsEj1GZb6-ItYZqiDWMfJg-/s320/IMG_3830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616979338111689666" /></a>Add a few ice cubes, a splash of milk or almond milk and blend! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZgUpcQ3oufY2m4ACk3Q1-6FkD8cTYzQVBFdBs1uJp4lpxIw9A7Tx83Lyo16nRN_mzW7UhNoz6PmpmN5BVrnI-fn96UZDqGLfXDfVEutRJ8G2YwooEWHHSZhqK4obtbyJRJJemy4g3dTZ/s1600/IMG_3831.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZgUpcQ3oufY2m4ACk3Q1-6FkD8cTYzQVBFdBs1uJp4lpxIw9A7Tx83Lyo16nRN_mzW7UhNoz6PmpmN5BVrnI-fn96UZDqGLfXDfVEutRJ8G2YwooEWHHSZhqK4obtbyJRJJemy4g3dTZ/s320/IMG_3831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616979326627161826" /></a>Enjoy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzD5sN9xEYK6benscQ73W9vKZoGobjDyscXiW8GBqlyJlqyYOpmXn9VtWY67FNKI6a-0GDEl8wenWn0p2WdDNfEVisZJOy6az7rneeeV9ZIvbR4NmfhL1cE0FZuw2KOW6o7cU0jdT4u_X/s1600/IMG_3832.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzD5sN9xEYK6benscQ73W9vKZoGobjDyscXiW8GBqlyJlqyYOpmXn9VtWY67FNKI6a-0GDEl8wenWn0p2WdDNfEVisZJOy6az7rneeeV9ZIvbR4NmfhL1cE0FZuw2KOW6o7cU0jdT4u_X/s320/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616979322090647426" /></a>Aren't you green with envy? (Obviously not of my less than stellar photography skills)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6_qY6tRZMgiU0pAYMonKZ7PaSrHLDwAgKV7Xuqt0BxnxvSv4Dib4arVugDHBHrARnLdv7WAaJMw3q6Jm4kKrvw4d8xTfLmIPOjBqZFjXZ0s1310AavZO8HQhq0D8a4bxlz_8ZI9emJT3/s1600/IMG_3833.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6_qY6tRZMgiU0pAYMonKZ7PaSrHLDwAgKV7Xuqt0BxnxvSv4Dib4arVugDHBHrARnLdv7WAaJMw3q6Jm4kKrvw4d8xTfLmIPOjBqZFjXZ0s1310AavZO8HQhq0D8a4bxlz_8ZI9emJT3/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616979313282856882" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am SO glad summer is here and we finally have fresh fruit to add to the mix! I spent a small fortune yesterday getting fresh fruit and produce for the week. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-6474116679568361902011-06-09T18:56:00.001-07:002011-06-11T08:32:46.530-07:00Mother of the Year<div>This morning, I may or may not have deserved a visit from DCS. It started out innocently enough. C and I slept in a little since my awesome boss covered my announcement in court this morning. We got up and had breakfast (me: egg whites w/ feta cheese crumbles; C: cottage cheese and 1/2 of a <a href="http://www.vansfoods.com/">Van's</a> Organic Waffle). I put C-Bizzle in his outfit for the day and went to the bathroom. It took all of 2.5 seconds for the morning to go awry. <div><br /></div><div>C-Note is no stranger to <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/danger-is-my-middle-name.html">danger</a>.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I, on the other hand am safety first. Pictured below: Carter strapped to me in a BabyBjorn during the last round of tornadoes because I didn't want to be separated from him. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPLzHPpLfurHM42ay-T-OM2HpgJXjV1bBcR5LhLYaNxaUkNBFzpyLzQysW4DovFVovI4T-dMPjiyE5RaGyKJlDsHT1uC9C7bd84NMc9feVS7P5kNyIjnUloqdrB0sRp2ZQIfDDwFiHh2w/s1600/IMG_3816.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPLzHPpLfurHM42ay-T-OM2HpgJXjV1bBcR5LhLYaNxaUkNBFzpyLzQysW4DovFVovI4T-dMPjiyE5RaGyKJlDsHT1uC9C7bd84NMc9feVS7P5kNyIjnUloqdrB0sRp2ZQIfDDwFiHh2w/s320/IMG_3816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408345393785986" /></a>Anyway, back to this morning and my campaign for mother of the year. C has been increasingly mischievous lately. The more mobile he gets, the more trouble he finds.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyyfXqzQVwPKAInMDq46v8YPUQpgSMc8IUPB7TFiU29kpKx8X13p0Dr6ifABwRizTccGyGz3Lfi9bBo7hNob2VDyFtHqBsTnlxVLHDSnT3RSVwXDFZeQ7jjW8nOv8w9NQmbx0N7IS8I_Di/s1600/IMG_3818.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyyfXqzQVwPKAInMDq46v8YPUQpgSMc8IUPB7TFiU29kpKx8X13p0Dr6ifABwRizTccGyGz3Lfi9bBo7hNob2VDyFtHqBsTnlxVLHDSnT3RSVwXDFZeQ7jjW8nOv8w9NQmbx0N7IS8I_Di/s320/IMG_3818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408100029321602" /></a>I went to the bathroom and 2 seconds later, I peeked around the corner and saw this...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4-qgMwcMpqcMS0zgHe-yl_-xwntf728sSWeo6sZ7cTYWDPy_KLgJ49EJ0IYnTaqjC_KQsaakQulw7oEIm-hwD6MzhOoBQZfiIpjTOwnwRV9vG5EqRU_1BAmjhhl9Wvv4xDTT0iMXhtzB/s1600/IMG_3819.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4-qgMwcMpqcMS0zgHe-yl_-xwntf728sSWeo6sZ7cTYWDPy_KLgJ49EJ0IYnTaqjC_KQsaakQulw7oEIm-hwD6MzhOoBQZfiIpjTOwnwRV9vG5EqRU_1BAmjhhl9Wvv4xDTT0iMXhtzB/s320/IMG_3819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408090007935442" /></a>Only it was turned on it's side and the familiar, piercing, public swimming pool smell was burning my nose. Carter got into Billbo's cabinet under his bathroom sink and turned over a container of bleach. It had a top on it, but apparently, the top was not screwed on properly, because bleach was leaking all over my floor (which probably wasn't a bad thing) and all over C-Note. <div><br /></div><div>Great. </div><div><br /></div><div>I jumped up and picked C up, stripped his bleach-soaked shorts off and bathed him to try and get the bleach off of him as soon as possible. He laughed the entire time while I panicked. </div><div><br /></div><div>Before you judge me for not having this cabinet secured already, let me just say in my defense that C is usually only interested in my sink, because that's where all the electrical cords and really fun, dangerous things are. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I didn't have a way to secure the door, so I improvised with Berry's puppy collar. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzISdH_xDJsisgjEfbwInGnqDbmaDgMG-BimNR4wAg1NfEXNffDUM7IP3sI39N8Ktev-RUAoWmpQ2a8A6F2N1WrAVXYTGOsRsnyJpvf6RRv2v0MPtfHw102jJjxVP0vXf6XzmK5J3VoF_A/s1600/IMG_3820.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzISdH_xDJsisgjEfbwInGnqDbmaDgMG-BimNR4wAg1NfEXNffDUM7IP3sI39N8Ktev-RUAoWmpQ2a8A6F2N1WrAVXYTGOsRsnyJpvf6RRv2v0MPtfHw102jJjxVP0vXf6XzmK5J3VoF_A/s320/IMG_3820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408075243626530" /></a><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><s><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ghetto</span></span></s><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Impressive improvisation, no?</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdzcWwhQPmTYz1qoAk4M7Wgz4KA42E28KMy4mZqXQFkAkYBWDv-vYKDNeb6X6ru0_5fjV1yWBC_5tZI334Bml1MOy2gwM7QW__k7gVPaLc1HkAt_5DP7eLtxsLWRrzy3ycPVboGMzX5ys/s1600/IMG_3821.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdzcWwhQPmTYz1qoAk4M7Wgz4KA42E28KMy4mZqXQFkAkYBWDv-vYKDNeb6X6ru0_5fjV1yWBC_5tZI334Bml1MOy2gwM7QW__k7gVPaLc1HkAt_5DP7eLtxsLWRrzy3ycPVboGMzX5ys/s320/IMG_3821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408062551129730" /></a>Whatever. It did the trick. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2ti8ma7Gj33R0SiZAvy6L86HrhkqJI_FA6fzTF_RG-bCebRC5Xjau6DHgJcmQN8PM3VsOFtgdWaarJ2mFX4Uu1nQwujwQWqjop7HNKF0l0MQiL1632eL0Jc8SCTxUUrwGSqZ4kbLUziK/s1600/IMG_3822.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2ti8ma7Gj33R0SiZAvy6L86HrhkqJI_FA6fzTF_RG-bCebRC5Xjau6DHgJcmQN8PM3VsOFtgdWaarJ2mFX4Uu1nQwujwQWqjop7HNKF0l0MQiL1632eL0Jc8SCTxUUrwGSqZ4kbLUziK/s320/IMG_3822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616408053753100242" /></a><br />Yikes. Luckily, C-Note is totally fine. He didn't ingest any bleach (which is the first time this month he came into contact with something that did not go directly into his mouth), and he didn't suffer any burns or irritations on his little legs from the bleach (possibly because I ripped his clothes off and bathed the bleach off at the speed of light). </div><div><br /></div><div>Guess I can take my name out of the running for mother of the year. And for employee of the year...I left my house for work after this morning's debacle at 10:50 a.m. Total fail. </div><div><br /></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-32978495024018181152011-06-03T20:11:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:23:17.418-07:00The Truth Hurts<div>*Why is this happening?</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXelXxsFLFP8i39oVeltAzIGicmmrF234uSfbRtp8AKKxqmmFTJ-SZuVBbITxkJytKefYDDMKhA3U0ts6LclczslGYwY4qkBl_469Jq16O66qmrFHU-OCAtX2Om3N0zak6a4GSQ43wBnn5/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614197216686441730" /><div>Everywhere I go, I see things like this on the cars of ADULTS! I am so confused. I mean, don't get me wrong...I read the books. And saw the movies. Multiple times. I even enjoyed them in a guilty pleasure sort of way. But seriously, people? Number 1, car stickers are not cool (I will allow one per car, such as a school decal or something, but that is it). Number 2, if you are over the age of 17, decals referring to high school love stories are embarrassing. Come on. It's like having a sorority sticker on your car after you have graduated from college.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also recently saw a woman who had a tweety bird spare tire cover on the back of her car. You read that correctly. I sent a picture of it to my friend, Laura. I am kicking myself for deleting it from my phone today. No one, under any circumstances, should ever own any Looney Toons paraphernalia, much less have a giant Tweety Bird on the back of her car!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyEyZbBQdGP_BfNTdgg5LCyMQe1IkfcRcPNKN_LuuwCDIFN8XYbDpKE5rMhEvvkHwj_FbMBoxp-AFGlFKdLHa7hzTvUv-KhoYdwVYFcRQARMgqJh0A0UXiDaR1EcDu0PhCptRyOl1939y/s1600/Tweety.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyEyZbBQdGP_BfNTdgg5LCyMQe1IkfcRcPNKN_LuuwCDIFN8XYbDpKE5rMhEvvkHwj_FbMBoxp-AFGlFKdLHa7hzTvUv-KhoYdwVYFcRQARMgqJh0A0UXiDaR1EcDu0PhCptRyOl1939y/s1600/Tweety.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyEyZbBQdGP_BfNTdgg5LCyMQe1IkfcRcPNKN_LuuwCDIFN8XYbDpKE5rMhEvvkHwj_FbMBoxp-AFGlFKdLHa7hzTvUv-KhoYdwVYFcRQARMgqJh0A0UXiDaR1EcDu0PhCptRyOl1939y/s320/Tweety.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614200603394226290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This is pretty much what it looked like and let me just say, when I Googled to get an image, I was horrified at the amount of Tweety Bird car paraphernalia available for purchase. Gross. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, and I am sure I will take some crap for this because this is not as widely hated, but let me go on the record and say that personalized license plates are not cool. Paying extra for your license plate to say something lame like 2hot4u does not, in fact, make you cool. It kind of makes you a tool. Okay, it totally makes you a tool. I was just trying to be nice. The worst are plates on minivans that say things like RaceFam or TooFast or something ridiculous. You drive a minivan. You're not racing anyone. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>*If this is your car, I am sorry for publicly outing you, but I feel that I am doing you and any other sticker abusers a service. </div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-33204840694167094352011-05-23T19:32:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:23:39.923-07:00What's your time worth?<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">As you all know, I am a <s>reluctant</s> lawyer. I have made no secret of the fact that people do not always feel it necessary to pay their bills on time, or at all. It’s really frustrating, as lawyering is <s>unfortunately</s> my sole source of income. Sometimes, I can tell that a person won’t pay his or her bill from the initial consultation. Still, ever the optimist, I allow these people into my life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Take today, for example. I had a couple come into my office seeking a divorce. Well, let me clarify that…the lady was seeking a divorce from her husband, and she brought her boyfriend along. Classy. Lucky the boyfriend was there, though, because this woman was not the brightest crayon in the box. Every time I said something, either the woman or her boyfriend asked, “will you charge for that?” I patiently explained that every time I worked on the case, I would bill my time. I knew they were not going to pay one red cent more than the initial retainer I requested. Still, I soldiered on, willing to take one for the proverbial team that is my office to bring in new business.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Luckily, however, I didn’t get to that point with this couple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As they were leaving, the woman mentioned her child’s name (who was not her husband’s child, nor her current boyfriend’s child) and it rang a bell with me. I asked her a few more questions to come to the conclusion that I had previously represented the original baby daddy in a paternity matter. It was the first matter I worked on at my current job. Ironically, that client hasn't paid his bill, either. Unfortunately, the fact pattern (married woman has child from another man and then seeks divorce to be with a third person) is not uncommon in my office, so until I heard the child’s name, I didn’t even think about baby daddy and any potential conflict in representation. When I told her I could not represent her because of the conflict, she said to me, “yeah, when you walked in, I told my boyfriend I knew you from my prior court case.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">WHAT THE EFF? They wasted 30 minutes of my day KNOWING full well who I was. Rude. We even talked about her juvenile court case between the baby daddy and husband, and I asked her what the outcome of it was. She could have mentioned to me that I was there for at least part of that conflict. (My office later withdrew because of the aforementioned nonpayment). I didn't recognize her with her new haircut, and her name is totally a common and unmemorable name. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">As they left my office with 30 minutes of my life that I will never get back, the boyfriend asked, “is this still a free consultation?” Seriously. </p><p class="MsoNormal">I only wish I could charge for stupidity. </p> <!--EndFragment-->Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-88651724691215093992011-05-17T11:04:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:24:03.662-07:00Let's Play a GameLet's play a little game. It's called "think of ways Holly can stay home with her sweet baby and stop dealing with insane, annoying, non-paying clients." The name of the game could use a little work, I know. It's a working title and I'm a woman on the edge of losing my marbles.<br /><br />Riddle me this: why WHY why on God's green earth do people (clients) feel the need to call over and over and over again about the same thing. I WILL CALL YOU BACK WHEN I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY AND NOT ONE SECOND BEFORE! I might seem a little on edge, but seriously, I'm trying to do these people a solid and not run up their bills with constant, pointless phone calls and you would think that I was torturing them.<br /><br />Favorite client complaint of the week: "Ms. Holly, I know that the Sheriff's department has probably been busy with the flood and all, but I do not understand why my husband has not been served with the divorce complaint yet."<br />My mental response: "I'm sorry you selfish a-hole, I did not create the natural disaster, but I can see how your divorce is much more important than the safety and well-being of local flood victims."<br />My actual response: "I'll see what I can find out from the Sheriff's department."<br />Her response: "Will that cost me money?"<br />Shoot me. It's only Tuesday.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, as you can probably tell, I'm a bit ill with work right now (what else is new) so I'm playing my favorite game (think of ways I can stay home with my sweet baby and stop dealing with insane, annoying non-paying clients) and asking anyone and everyone to play along.<br /><br /><br />Perhaps I can make baby food for other mommies out there in the Memphis area? Interested? Hit me up. Maybe I could start a business or something. I have plenty of real life <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/01/clean-mama.html">experience</a> in <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-in-squashland-how-to.html">cooking</a> <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/clean-once-again.html">delicious baby</a> <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick.html">meals</a>.<br /><br /><br />Then there is always the dream job... No, it's not winning the lottery, although that would be fantastic. The dream job is writing a wildly successful book or doing some sort of writing work. I'm looking for something that pays the bills, though.<br /><br />I still get Monster.com emails from when I was unemployed and the most enticing repeat job suggestion I get is "Forklift Operator." I think I could be amazing as a forklift operator, however, I do not know what part of my uploaded resume triggers this profession as a possible option.<br /><br />Let's get to thinking. Otherwise, I might end up like this...<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607749686457202898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazvhgGH-SUGH52T6W0vZAMXjWpzPmIsBoVP3jdd_LgIwYWaZzg84Ua2TQUtrC5CETlTxcJrJfTS4qvCiioDsrCDnxjCyoMsG8GkCapP0AbpyKc-7AqFZwLvHbmp0rJ6S9bshmUTLcGK7g/s320/stressed-defense-lawyer1.jpg" /><br />*Sidenote, I googled something to the effect of "stressed lawyer" and found this picture, among other funny websites and pictures. That ought to keep me busy for a while. Kidding. Back to work.<br /></p><br /><p>**Side sidenote: I realize that I am ridiculously lucky to (1) have a job; (2) like the people I work with and (3) have flexible hours and a cool boss and that I am an ungrateful brat to complain about it. Sue me.<br /></p>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-79893116072370387782011-05-16T17:23:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:24:48.319-07:00Back in Action<div>It has been a WHILE since I last posted. Whether or not anyone else has missed my daily doses of insanity, I have missed putting it out there. I have found it is a bit harder with a mobile baby to get as much done in the day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Where was I? I just got up to get C-Biz away from the fireplace and get the rocks out of his hands and mouth. It's stuff like this that keeps me on my toes and away from my computer these days. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since I last posted, C-Note went on his 9 month checkup and then turned 10 months old. I can't believe I have a 10 month old already! </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uFeV9J1AjmDgZyisJ8DZ-naAHzWE7U31gJtk6zgRNzSA5zxowZTxbbwXYDiJNUNT3B0XkJ1KSkuXTrHGwBmKtwPaYbo6YP9ensySM9EMFspiAZaU15W3F0_Rjptp8wB8jCXjchyphenhyphen0lB87/s1600/IMG_3779.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uFeV9J1AjmDgZyisJ8DZ-naAHzWE7U31gJtk6zgRNzSA5zxowZTxbbwXYDiJNUNT3B0XkJ1KSkuXTrHGwBmKtwPaYbo6YP9ensySM9EMFspiAZaU15W3F0_Rjptp8wB8jCXjchyphenhyphen0lB87/s320/IMG_3779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607475451746908882" /></a>He still trusts me even though every time I've taken him to this place, someone has given him a shot. What a cutie.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEQWiP6HtT1zYSHjmBWy0gyu2sikP7TZcdvBbKYdgSc8wOxcL9DZi1Or_T1wz3g3Jlv7G7L3zvd-QMyz-GlyFxbqt7q7TukurhFqJxg_TeSQ1DgfyNcuB5PpV2Ru4iVl4yPujePymeJTe/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEQWiP6HtT1zYSHjmBWy0gyu2sikP7TZcdvBbKYdgSc8wOxcL9DZi1Or_T1wz3g3Jlv7G7L3zvd-QMyz-GlyFxbqt7q7TukurhFqJxg_TeSQ1DgfyNcuB5PpV2Ru4iVl4yPujePymeJTe/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEQWiP6HtT1zYSHjmBWy0gyu2sikP7TZcdvBbKYdgSc8wOxcL9DZi1Or_T1wz3g3Jlv7G7L3zvd-QMyz-GlyFxbqt7q7TukurhFqJxg_TeSQ1DgfyNcuB5PpV2Ru4iVl4yPujePymeJTe/s320/IMG_3781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607475442838715010" /></a>Ahh....there it is. The face of fury. <i>Mom! You let her do it again! </i><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlICT_Pos-iVaDNoFJ7bXEbY0DDPu0rBnhWe8q0LumnfHwBuFVbL14qXInRJNBuhKe48CLQG7bobUGDMv_Jqf7oo52iYD0X9h3XnCQg9LXiwouX3drzVCtPpniIrHEg7VOSOmbEO2SnbP/s1600/IMG_3783.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlICT_Pos-iVaDNoFJ7bXEbY0DDPu0rBnhWe8q0LumnfHwBuFVbL14qXInRJNBuhKe48CLQG7bobUGDMv_Jqf7oo52iYD0X9h3XnCQg9LXiwouX3drzVCtPpniIrHEg7VOSOmbEO2SnbP/s320/IMG_3783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607475081728285554" /></a>We've been spending a LOT of time at the baseball park. A lot. I have to admit, I've grown to like it a little bit. It's fun having a place to take C that is outside and around other people. </div><div><br /></div><div>Look at his little Bartlett shirt! Don't worry...I still have no plans to become <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.stylehippo.com/images/P/baseball%2520mom.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.stylehippo.com/Baseball-Mom-Rhinestone-T-Shirt.html&usg=__0uxRd1taWJys4wMIqglQCs7Kh68=&h=336&w=309&sz=26&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=Kk5Hxf0XcezgcM:&tbnh=157&tbnw=144&ei=ysjRTYG1F4jVgQea4bTWCw&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dbaseball%2Bmom%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Den%26biw%3D1267%26bih%3D706%26tbm%3Disch%26prmd%3Divns&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=1013&vpy=294&dur=1245&hovh=234&hovw=215&tx=144&ty=128&page=1&ndsp=17&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0">this</a>.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpJimGq3AmRPy5e4MQyb9XZNgP4ZEeGcXBlbm1EEwLOUDq-ukdcB757hgIXdu3zV3wAyobrNPXPGNv3smZ_ZS8cCh_cy87saeZ1gRlvGrpREW0DHQgIGKwW1pQ_dcTCMUBu6x6Ir8spFG/s1600/IMG_3785.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpJimGq3AmRPy5e4MQyb9XZNgP4ZEeGcXBlbm1EEwLOUDq-ukdcB757hgIXdu3zV3wAyobrNPXPGNv3smZ_ZS8cCh_cy87saeZ1gRlvGrpREW0DHQgIGKwW1pQ_dcTCMUBu6x6Ir8spFG/s320/IMG_3785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607475073942952994" /></a>C definitely keeps us busy. His favorite toys are rocks, wooden blinds and electrical cords. He found a new one today that he's pretty fond of. It's a fork. Maybe he thinks it's a wand. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>We have to cage him to keep him out of the kitchen, aka the land of the squished fingers.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1WYAUTF7xlb4u0S5hAHfVbj2iHjJX_pTKGQgnlnf7C59OTYzT9v4Oc77nb_cdNp9M5joXiKEIG_Xn6qEnB8Po9U2XHwLkGx2vYtxc4PXePfw-WeeIr5hl4Fy3unRPkF9gUo4lTsSyqzQ/s1600/IMG_3786.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1WYAUTF7xlb4u0S5hAHfVbj2iHjJX_pTKGQgnlnf7C59OTYzT9v4Oc77nb_cdNp9M5joXiKEIG_Xn6qEnB8Po9U2XHwLkGx2vYtxc4PXePfw-WeeIr5hl4Fy3unRPkF9gUo4lTsSyqzQ/s320/IMG_3786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607475069241585234" /></a>For the past several weeks, C$ has not been sleeping through the night. It was really quite rude of him to pose as a good sleeper for the first 9 months of his life and then rip the rug out from under us and start waking us in the middle of the night. Don't underestimate this child's commitment to a tantrum, either. Those of you who say "just let him cry it out" are more than welcome to come over and listen to him cry it out for HOURS at a time. I was a hard a$$, too, for a while, but I have a job and it requires my ability to think and reason...something I cannot do on 1 hour of sleep. </div><div><br /></div><div>For the past 3 days or so, C hasn't had much of an appetite and he has thrown up a couple of times. Since he didn't have a fever or act like he felt bad, I figured it was drainage or something that was the problem. I was getting worried, but he ate last night, he ate dinner, and he ate his breakfast this morning. I thought we were in the clear until the babysitter called and said he upped his lunch. Boo. </div><div><br /></div><div>Two infected ears later, C is a card carrying member of the Thomas the Train Super Patient Club. I'm so proud. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you look closely, you can see his credentials on his shirt. He is having an awesome time brandishing his <s><span style="font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-USfont-family:";font-size:12.0pt;">fork</span></s><span style="font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-USfont-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"> wand.</span></div><!--StartFragment--><!--EndFragment--> <!--StartFragment--><!--EndFragment--> <div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMjseP9EJrf326wGHjcv5GLuZtH8LnU2zrOvcOf07VP3yMCDtEeuz-jaG_11BCjUeZe06cvzbYBCvHtEacCObTTVnQLOjK9i16CDQ3TVhZcc8z3uNMKRkqSVtuDG3MT_NOqbmtCyvkBLS/s1600/IMG_3791.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMjseP9EJrf326wGHjcv5GLuZtH8LnU2zrOvcOf07VP3yMCDtEeuz-jaG_11BCjUeZe06cvzbYBCvHtEacCObTTVnQLOjK9i16CDQ3TVhZcc8z3uNMKRkqSVtuDG3MT_NOqbmtCyvkBLS/s320/IMG_3791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607474483852620770" /></a>It doubles as a drumstick. Don't judge me. It is keeping him pacified.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFyqYfsJjByaNRQgsGynHgflCeugL7doXZy4jTQ23P75Vti4gyW23SBMbfLKqsnZYIPKcxrOWfuqcs8dhivdffF7XAo9dEadSgbhhtZo_nTmx1AIpT9L3ojkbwL6kPs3cp0uWxic1zNkM/s1600/IMG_3792.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFyqYfsJjByaNRQgsGynHgflCeugL7doXZy4jTQ23P75Vti4gyW23SBMbfLKqsnZYIPKcxrOWfuqcs8dhivdffF7XAo9dEadSgbhhtZo_nTmx1AIpT9L3ojkbwL6kPs3cp0uWxic1zNkM/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607474482124268354" /></a>Plus, he looks at me like I am crazy when I try and take it away.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2gtr5C_2ioYp_34hqyZAoR9UHEybDcn-d72czOS6zJ7BYos-tqdATQNUxzcaYnZMnkgnk2NTMCAvMGTiESX30KytHdKQo_7k8axjC3VcjwX3wWvjJVTBcyWjbhAGLIobjswh9thg-ztb/s1600/IMG_3793.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2gtr5C_2ioYp_34hqyZAoR9UHEybDcn-d72czOS6zJ7BYos-tqdATQNUxzcaYnZMnkgnk2NTMCAvMGTiESX30KytHdKQo_7k8axjC3VcjwX3wWvjJVTBcyWjbhAGLIobjswh9thg-ztb/s320/IMG_3793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607474477690158882" /></a>And he is so happy using it to stab the ottoman. Maybe he is more like his <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/02/beet-beet-up.html">mother</a> than we originally thought.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZniQAS-uLCOg-1nrI75iIK9KBwiyvk5BHu3U11K9tzIb6GJnQzl-uypuaYECy9waBNZcpIvkTYAF2lhKRa84hJ60Bx6pOp3YPNA746lYZTnN51GcdVZ7cJb-2Llm_fVFfFkKCP9RaWGd5/s1600/IMG_3794.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZniQAS-uLCOg-1nrI75iIK9KBwiyvk5BHu3U11K9tzIb6GJnQzl-uypuaYECy9waBNZcpIvkTYAF2lhKRa84hJ60Bx6pOp3YPNA746lYZTnN51GcdVZ7cJb-2Llm_fVFfFkKCP9RaWGd5/s320/IMG_3794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607474471528756882" /></a>Cutie.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEj8_sRxbYudo-RtkgDscLSLOlLFq7cAWGArpwMl1wMRppdd4U1hhQOT-ZzfvHgX5OtFnsZK_qlW56bC3egVOHMa1EQ53AH62OG8b-dv9nMEe8sgapi0VYcgUxzhpiNSt1ZGmc-n-ETOK/s1600/IMG_3795.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEj8_sRxbYudo-RtkgDscLSLOlLFq7cAWGArpwMl1wMRppdd4U1hhQOT-ZzfvHgX5OtFnsZK_qlW56bC3egVOHMa1EQ53AH62OG8b-dv9nMEe8sgapi0VYcgUxzhpiNSt1ZGmc-n-ETOK/s320/IMG_3795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607474465132527746" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">By the way, after our doctor's appointment today, I went to the pharmacy to get his antibiotic filled. I told the </span><!--StartFragment--><s><span style="font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-USfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">idiot</span></span></s><span style="font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-USfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">gentleman</span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> pharmacy tech</span></span><!--EndFragment--><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> that I wanted to wait for the prescription. </span>I had C with me so I assumed he would tell me if it would take too long. ONE HOUR LATER, the other tech asked me what name I was waiting on and when I told her, she scowled at the idiot tech and said that it was ready and she was so sorry. I know, as a former pharmacy employee, that it is not the preference of the pharmacy staff for people sit and wait on their prescriptions, but I had a sick child and his dad is an hour away at an away baseball game so I felt like I had no choice. I don't think it's appropriate to discourage waiting at the pharmacy by keeping your patrons waiting forever and ever. If it's going to take too long, just effin say so! I'm looking at you, Walgreens. </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-revenge.html">Monday</a> continues her reign of <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/stinkeye.html">terror</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, it's good to be back! I hope you all missed me :) </div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-49879291386155276482011-05-09T18:49:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:25:27.019-07:00A Mother's Day to Remember<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> I celebrated my first Mother's Day as a mommy yesterday, and it was wonderful. I looked back through some pictures and took time to enjoy the wonderful blessing I have been given. I am so lucky that God chose me to be C's mom.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>C-Bizz is a good gift giver, too...he learned from his daddy. He got me a day at the spa. YAY. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a look back at the last 10 months of my wonderful life as a mom!</div><div><br /></div><div>First family picture </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lWl790fhtjWjxTLDg5N1jIUY_Sj4eGXvyYcz97QBgvatIwu0qFOzE7apZ2-v4MqAmgn3d4Z2WDtszcwztKe0LBBj3pH6Md3sQ76dNNTpNBQmWP4tiXuSeiC4j2t85nkHPV9hC1u8_ZfR/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604899801994229330" /><br /><div>Compliments of <a href="http://www.candicelynnphotography.com/">Candice Lynn Photography</a></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_SJCqkM44YmcJeN2FVVWu-HAV-eutuPbMVyNYanXSeWWxdumGbMvpi6-a2TPcp_1L-9KQETTojbFWFz6BUnFU0FEmyuvEF8Wio4HmdZ45P8loVKAj_VpurlyFzsTWido2MycgcILvswj/s320/IMG_6171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604899799087291714" /><a href="http://www.candicelynnphotography.com/">Candice again</a></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ODTQaEutgQlYYa8CodFPcoJkODxS4MwB08uYHYDqe4F1ic5tPd1cpqyMqw1l3C6LWnq5Mij962LyJ8UEr2w5JKpsjYKKPdkiV9_qIsrYir8dgq74aSEomdHxwdtNOM8U0NGFxUM9i-l_/s320/IMG_6146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604899794332569874" />One more of my faves from <a href="http://www.candicelynnphotography.com/">C Tate!</a></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqiUxM7z8bnyR9W0_cl-Za3UZweU7P38xn03r6xtUM7Wri0AP1NEB5yaZlEmCwx1kCVcQzPmNScfGEyGO3uBI3RedoMC4nA1Dg64HL6V1BWXzF_i5fY1yBV_9wuEv7optY8qFruc7M1Lp/s320/IMG_6063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604899788764444818" />Sweetest face in the world.</div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZKL0aKc0As5rQkDKYiOV5LutjYPmdNR3AhpVVUKTIJLRJvLQx83nNIDJiluuI-0gu2xJr6le_yfLPDXxwqSFi_P_aqsUA3yYqave4jrw4npi7_MbihsfpGyQOR0T62KPaBn0g6yhEbKT/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604901919271743618" />C's first Tennessee tailgate.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo77okkVrJlohUpVcv9gT8FURf_Haf0nrDLQRBtrr4gFYTuTfho2YYZzuZDBrs9fDwtO1YyUWEzZSgYOFcixX-5W74mMggOd4F79LiV21dkybU9-XODZ03JRd7y-Z5-UHlVL5-VTyhGdIN/s320/IMG_2675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604899804111471186" /><br /></div><div>First snow</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9thvO4F1ARxJiQufwTUXN7-XIeuPuiTTgmrv2SFQJHK4s5rFdpYcHkQoU-fzyP5h2pcj_OTAsPj0drF5VT1VSsIsnKrOteRGQtlWWrqut51kGl4wIR_aurcUullbsp5FurkBAhQwnskd/s320/IMG_2991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604901899774157938" /><br /></div><div>St. Patrick's Day at the baseball field.</div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UViJbjF7gUq_UgyWOesYAr8qVeKAGpfg1lKGSqIq-Iva5m1Hur5WW_3kcnwqV7Ohh4H5HKszb77PSAtKcT-6IIxngFmQ-HHmT-lGu6uXHjYsMEg5geW8Py8wnE3YeqNAsQfT67snvFxE/s320/IMG_3416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604901916741045522" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love you to the moon, buddy. Thanks for making me a mommy. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64t8KqvGtlg3F6huCEirJaQGs9ZaOzGXhbUJlHYX44UboThsA4tYXt8urEVkDMHhTqIegYFTqGTgdGgCm8EFJtVXzEoHood9pTtWNvpzN31drenT7-fwpLWhT3OiVqRBb323X9ICBst-2/s320/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604901911877393762" /><br /></div><div>I'd also like to give a big shout out to my sister</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdblmvN08D85XV9pbO1_kC5ddI8bjalh71D9QAveI_G9iMSeIOhD91ETbz9g0M6awaoLF8A_K310DW2cL86cdGFtQ3xueP5SYE60kGKCFVca5HHcIA3IVLeADEYaZU6xbEG03OESxpzVq/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604908463463374242" /><br /></div><div>and my mom</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwJ0n6eqfxba56TT5L-b0_FsW4wY1Uf6VTIUhdRSh4eRukNuuZ9gU3VvtLa9aVWVqFm6RXXj-LJgeK6GI6DYtKsmoIW_dDbm30mfl7RbIK-vUm_gzr7oaGE1JgdDL8dYBZD4TGXUro21v/s320/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604908462684647778" /><div style="text-align: left;">two of the most amazing moms I know. I don't know who I would be without you both! Love you and Happy Mother's Day! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-74261963724279739452011-04-30T08:29:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:25:45.385-07:00Like a Glass of Sweet Iced Tea<div style="text-align: left;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I had a trial yesterday up the road a bit in sweet, sleepy Somerville, Tennessee. Visiting this lovely town was like stepping into the past. This town is so charming and southern, like a glass of sweet iced tea. </span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Just look at the elementary school. Isn't it adorable?</span></span> </u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQAT4Y87-5LRC-w5SooMFIaq0JsoDTNChNjOWQgPgMZ8xPBQFfKV6aLpwx4TSmkC-pBDbJFBseYcpdb8LxOqCDFKpBbp_czsW6llLkP42OuVI_jAQDtGxJ8o-sEZ41weMbnRQcDnL844p/s1600/IMG_3755.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQAT4Y87-5LRC-w5SooMFIaq0JsoDTNChNjOWQgPgMZ8xPBQFfKV6aLpwx4TSmkC-pBDbJFBseYcpdb8LxOqCDFKpBbp_czsW6llLkP42OuVI_jAQDtGxJ8o-sEZ41weMbnRQcDnL844p/s320/IMG_3755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601402073557865506" /></a>The houses are old and stately. Swoon...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQgvJ8p-XjkUNTHOURd43lpoMTr1oSQLy9nhvDiv9yzeZhkoIL9BCq-j4LOIFCSwZppEkXFJDgoYTEBkvFEE1RSlnBckxt1dRpQcPiNDrkH8HSuEo8puZoyHpDND-yyqNDGS6gw1u4mpB/s1600/IMG_3756.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQgvJ8p-XjkUNTHOURd43lpoMTr1oSQLy9nhvDiv9yzeZhkoIL9BCq-j4LOIFCSwZppEkXFJDgoYTEBkvFEE1RSlnBckxt1dRpQcPiNDrkH8HSuEo8puZoyHpDND-yyqNDGS6gw1u4mpB/s320/IMG_3756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601402074713412258" /></a>I mean, really.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwR6ZeuDIcwkQP9KK5oUgE6jy-wDvRR3Z1bUK6ZcKLo4mTnoMh9Dr3frHJUNanzD9mYDcfyvOaU2CTy4sTEWNMGm_oiWoz2zvDaP5hj_kYc956NQSSc5rvChYK5tequqcm8i2nFsZzuDb/s1600/IMG_3757.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwR6ZeuDIcwkQP9KK5oUgE6jy-wDvRR3Z1bUK6ZcKLo4mTnoMh9Dr3frHJUNanzD9mYDcfyvOaU2CTy4sTEWNMGm_oiWoz2zvDaP5hj_kYc956NQSSc5rvChYK5tequqcm8i2nFsZzuDb/s320/IMG_3757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601401352896336018" /></a><br />(If you're wondering, yes. I got out of my car to take a picture of this amazing house).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuiMxyEHcSUcnad7liWcYjjfSs_-6-oq9xDLs8adfasGdjFBBudHP1LHW6o1IWqzB4j0wmo_pzFucrs6QDDEicPJ1GM6SSQ1louTbsTtG4kw86oOVcZqDcgHzhA1r6kQ3og0wPi7Oj7s3/s1600/IMG_3758.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuiMxyEHcSUcnad7liWcYjjfSs_-6-oq9xDLs8adfasGdjFBBudHP1LHW6o1IWqzB4j0wmo_pzFucrs6QDDEicPJ1GM6SSQ1louTbsTtG4kw86oOVcZqDcgHzhA1r6kQ3og0wPi7Oj7s3/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601401350475009186" /></a>And look at the courthouse. Doesn't it make you want to be a lawyer? (Me either).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hUEtHeOLL31bv7jt-17aewn5j4jfaXghS1r-pTkB9GwgtSTmv5Wy6qRkhNyyb-DBVRw40aQL8TKPra8T3touB_mTw1IJGFSGwMkY68Y_dxwIi2aDwip2EQZN9SVe0uV-nDbJy5DaxZPr/s1600/IMG_3759.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hUEtHeOLL31bv7jt-17aewn5j4jfaXghS1r-pTkB9GwgtSTmv5Wy6qRkhNyyb-DBVRw40aQL8TKPra8T3touB_mTw1IJGFSGwMkY68Y_dxwIi2aDwip2EQZN9SVe0uV-nDbJy5DaxZPr/s320/IMG_3759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601401344513717410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NDR9KcbIoGl1ltgcS5G6raQPrKBKFUu6uw244q0THp5fmfoB6kg08r6TXawwguifACUkECtIK_qKGlIug9fx2jhmTOmPZhM_HVaOE-euQTapbEjztopCtM2hE7TPhyrw9f8_kGPaktyD/s1600/IMG_3760.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NDR9KcbIoGl1ltgcS5G6raQPrKBKFUu6uw244q0THp5fmfoB6kg08r6TXawwguifACUkECtIK_qKGlIug9fx2jhmTOmPZhM_HVaOE-euQTapbEjztopCtM2hE7TPhyrw9f8_kGPaktyD/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601401339380327298" /></a>But seriously, doesn't it look like Atticus Finch himself might walk right out of the front doors?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvGB4GFlnKT35IdpUiiB2StVasia4cOckok-BFnxBMN-9Rtuhzeiynkixt9x3wWGCS7H0UqUVL376Cl4UkWzbG_y6pyfCopjjWf65A-DxDJJYWpLIa02UgLSXLeMpHBCftUnB6wKOdnFt/s1600/IMG_3761.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvGB4GFlnKT35IdpUiiB2StVasia4cOckok-BFnxBMN-9Rtuhzeiynkixt9x3wWGCS7H0UqUVL376Cl4UkWzbG_y6pyfCopjjWf65A-DxDJJYWpLIa02UgLSXLeMpHBCftUnB6wKOdnFt/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601401336005189746" /></a>This town has an actual farm, right on the Highway. It's like another world that exists just 45 minutes up the road.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5og112ZW3SWJv2gcePnLuaq36AFN2XTCkK2XfooHUeRwQVmmIwZ5iTKMRVz889Xe6RCBcz6w3m96R0HpkwZ-chhXkjl8SRvRvoOKVwHj12Nxkwb6fReXsWe5WOQ2pxlHfqieUZpqlrEs/s1600/IMG_3762.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5og112ZW3SWJv2gcePnLuaq36AFN2XTCkK2XfooHUeRwQVmmIwZ5iTKMRVz889Xe6RCBcz6w3m96R0HpkwZ-chhXkjl8SRvRvoOKVwHj12Nxkwb6fReXsWe5WOQ2pxlHfqieUZpqlrEs/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601400257293694834" /></a>Gorgeous.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri6Vmt0e6_pXr3VhYA3Sq5os6xBwij4RYF8PibjVwcjYF5tjXKqE40OB7vpFz3bfZ0uNXdS04nNoYkigT9anNl07LvPCjSasfRT7QksyG7m_w8rRldoxB-GwyOnP4PM9Qubxokp51NPac/s1600/IMG_3763.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhri6Vmt0e6_pXr3VhYA3Sq5os6xBwij4RYF8PibjVwcjYF5tjXKqE40OB7vpFz3bfZ0uNXdS04nNoYkigT9anNl07LvPCjSasfRT7QksyG7m_w8rRldoxB-GwyOnP4PM9Qubxokp51NPac/s320/IMG_3763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601400253960092434" /></a>Look how close they were!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVt7Ji6wHttx79NwyCFee8vTm614hQah2Royhh09jNFjMxId6Be7HAFTUuT-B_6eHLuU1uregbWrDlBiq79fDD8hBRaPSHfpM5qT_2U061iChEmYbDcM7tTApVffzziYtllIdDSHsPVzh/s1600/IMG_3764.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVt7Ji6wHttx79NwyCFee8vTm614hQah2Royhh09jNFjMxId6Be7HAFTUuT-B_6eHLuU1uregbWrDlBiq79fDD8hBRaPSHfpM5qT_2U061iChEmYbDcM7tTApVffzziYtllIdDSHsPVzh/s320/IMG_3764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601400249152168306" /></a>This house is the most swoon-worthy of them all, but I couldn't get a great picture without getting run over by the traffic of the divided highway!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlwfwF-TWNQxrfIN1AoEwOv9YzgiRIli-KCf3wHZe-uc9oEcYGR9VupFe4CTVtb9mGr-ngy6R935Yd-RgvmVoWCrMG6XEcttyKbK5TQxNGuH6ehxTHnp8NAGkOWgehtJuUoCrG730OdAm/s1600/IMG_3765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlwfwF-TWNQxrfIN1AoEwOv9YzgiRIli-KCf3wHZe-uc9oEcYGR9VupFe4CTVtb9mGr-ngy6R935Yd-RgvmVoWCrMG6XEcttyKbK5TQxNGuH6ehxTHnp8NAGkOWgehtJuUoCrG730OdAm/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601400243650875010" /></a>I love how you can see it peeking out from behind the trees.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczs6zNmYLkzUecd1CC-dOGu5cKI-VKxSuosw06vHWzj5MAqDU9QlWx5jkcYZQtej9-tG-V5fMS7sqmRtdfYqHe8PanuPC-_NEh9oPFsyyk0sar1o2pd2uHMNru0ImgkiZuSBx6dhli9Bg/s1600/IMG_3767.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczs6zNmYLkzUecd1CC-dOGu5cKI-VKxSuosw06vHWzj5MAqDU9QlWx5jkcYZQtej9-tG-V5fMS7sqmRtdfYqHe8PanuPC-_NEh9oPFsyyk0sar1o2pd2uHMNru0ImgkiZuSBx6dhli9Bg/s320/IMG_3767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601400236738114002" /></a>It is gorgeous.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdH8L13lAtAPHRxqpFBfqvMcGLsRpF8KEr132M5pwebFONbWWkauD9MXFv05QEUf4Z-sVYnieeeHAaWJlNLGCjYJsP9PS0WWpIYhcG0MZM7NiuwqAhWjYUYYQ3Z_zrjY-e88GP7mxDsI5/s1600/IMG_3768.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdH8L13lAtAPHRxqpFBfqvMcGLsRpF8KEr132M5pwebFONbWWkauD9MXFv05QEUf4Z-sVYnieeeHAaWJlNLGCjYJsP9PS0WWpIYhcG0MZM7NiuwqAhWjYUYYQ3Z_zrjY-e88GP7mxDsI5/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601399595160248994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtJhVgqEeeDbjmplNkuDhh2HL85Mv8L08_0TEm1Ee8_SzinOKQblaT6gInKHOZhrJ8dA4bjZV44bevxTPxCVAYhrH6CNT91crKnw-uDYeiiBQHf98j87HGqYFCC_mTmHfVAuTkWcSnaLC/s1600/IMG_3769.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtJhVgqEeeDbjmplNkuDhh2HL85Mv8L08_0TEm1Ee8_SzinOKQblaT6gInKHOZhrJ8dA4bjZV44bevxTPxCVAYhrH6CNT91crKnw-uDYeiiBQHf98j87HGqYFCC_mTmHfVAuTkWcSnaLC/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601399590815304210" /></a>And of course, I couldn't pass up the John Deere tractor headquarters. Really.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNf76Sr012EWQZ3jK7FFRxvtiNQ1XIRDL_ZiVZPkDZESaTdepaiGca5JazQNT0YPo9HYZEhsZHbhPq6zySNMfoQbm9jB24PXn9h4sRjLsXYTb3vBDXiVtHgA5_Xicj-MGnuvTQHYEjDvtF/s1600/IMG_3770.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNf76Sr012EWQZ3jK7FFRxvtiNQ1XIRDL_ZiVZPkDZESaTdepaiGca5JazQNT0YPo9HYZEhsZHbhPq6zySNMfoQbm9jB24PXn9h4sRjLsXYTb3vBDXiVtHgA5_Xicj-MGnuvTQHYEjDvtF/s320/IMG_3770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601399583142815234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VdiBYJrx4fgDvYmxuo1sLHPtMMkayfiWXxDMqq-b2p9BwDoK-eLCZ4TXy7CJQ3AhKLPdHz8689-WE7sH928zE41n4mhn_sP7cXhJM79llDYOOs6h9FFXIV5-EK2txTXCm7g4xbClntsl/s1600/IMG_3771.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VdiBYJrx4fgDvYmxuo1sLHPtMMkayfiWXxDMqq-b2p9BwDoK-eLCZ4TXy7CJQ3AhKLPdHz8689-WE7sH928zE41n4mhn_sP7cXhJM79llDYOOs6h9FFXIV5-EK2txTXCm7g4xbClntsl/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601399578585321698" /></a><br /><div>I'm not sure I'm cut out for small town life, but I will say that my quick trip to the country was a tempting experience. It is such an adorably charming place. It reminds me of <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-magical-place-on-earth.html">another place</a> that is near and dear to my heart. </div><div><br /></div><div>Have a good weekend!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-88543658937302068102011-04-27T19:04:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:26:00.174-07:00Brought to you by April Showers<div>After two days of totally crap weather, huddling in closets and hallways with flashlights and pillows, and a stress-filled workweek that is still not quite over, I needed to see something beautiful to remind me to take time to enjoy life. (I had plenty of time to enjoy the drive home as my normally 25 minute drive took over an hour today). </div><div><br /></div><div>I saw this on the way home today. Beautiful. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioo1et8EjoBBN8_Hcx3sEEcrzcQIiQI1rUQtf9xmffy34iz2CHG8Z2STSFt1__plC0ljNPhAfM97INI23Asj5kxoI8Z5uQX-x5-Zca8KQDzOgmm1SzXbOxhhAPVLRH2YZZs9xFz0YPb1uh/s1600/IMG_3746.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioo1et8EjoBBN8_Hcx3sEEcrzcQIiQI1rUQtf9xmffy34iz2CHG8Z2STSFt1__plC0ljNPhAfM97INI23Asj5kxoI8Z5uQX-x5-Zca8KQDzOgmm1SzXbOxhhAPVLRH2YZZs9xFz0YPb1uh/s320/IMG_3746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600450400750722210" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGxgtt4KslRbydtOZv1lfW1aFpwFukJLW0IJnNNKJnpTCVTbiVrjIWRlyknpAuhEeKnCo28F0dmok96L5I0lHCQsUOZtdO6nOYC8-hKKktzwUGJS-4iPgNX806y2BIFHioZgPqfcz0mec/s1600/IMG_3747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGxgtt4KslRbydtOZv1lfW1aFpwFukJLW0IJnNNKJnpTCVTbiVrjIWRlyknpAuhEeKnCo28F0dmok96L5I0lHCQsUOZtdO6nOYC8-hKKktzwUGJS-4iPgNX806y2BIFHioZgPqfcz0mec/s320/IMG_3747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600450394600906370" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghaSzQjUTOVSLgy-HRGBCKYejPs4u7iMGglGyl23QEVMRs2t-2XFhY0OC2CaWkDjoqT3NfzlqzqjfkRcjHiCK557FPsAPJ3Xkzp2V2Iy_0Bq1TuSwyW094TthXfDwJtmM8pFaOJypQLU_/s1600/IMG_3749.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghaSzQjUTOVSLgy-HRGBCKYejPs4u7iMGglGyl23QEVMRs2t-2XFhY0OC2CaWkDjoqT3NfzlqzqjfkRcjHiCK557FPsAPJ3Xkzp2V2Iy_0Bq1TuSwyW094TthXfDwJtmM8pFaOJypQLU_/s320/IMG_3749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600450082279709058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGA9oamAs5hNaIf3JTlSsbCEziY2GL69Sll-NGVs9I8_RdFnHWYDNhsN-XIxT4_1T2MF7UdGKLxnw7dCLUZ7bsb0FUi5dSe61FrvPDt7X6nkWaoVEMg7kqaE3QinlnASGeREPzgsNIC-iA/s1600/IMG_3750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGA9oamAs5hNaIf3JTlSsbCEziY2GL69Sll-NGVs9I8_RdFnHWYDNhsN-XIxT4_1T2MF7UdGKLxnw7dCLUZ7bsb0FUi5dSe61FrvPDt7X6nkWaoVEMg7kqaE3QinlnASGeREPzgsNIC-iA/s320/IMG_3750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600450078690996786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh053SCCCg0-elxkUIilPMkNCJToh4DvWy_Dyp0sLMblYy173GF6E952frUR_SmmBQ44kxzVlNhinMcw3K73JJagWJk6DVmqYOTU4OoSwSgCKahnXSeM915eupGRgHOrd_gtliUyfSR7NV3/s1600/IMG_3751.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh053SCCCg0-elxkUIilPMkNCJToh4DvWy_Dyp0sLMblYy173GF6E952frUR_SmmBQ44kxzVlNhinMcw3K73JJagWJk6DVmqYOTU4OoSwSgCKahnXSeM915eupGRgHOrd_gtliUyfSR7NV3/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600450073233063538" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9sCNQxU23O884uiUACi7NvJG_pRbypYn76MDxaR_HR7gkIPRZsnE5avkYBcHSZzBnTBgaLVvgmYH4p0OLqDStJIc06SvcTa-2YEgv48bUnEasZCLx8LcqGvSXlCaqPielBd1N_-QFJBrp/s1600/IMG_3752.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9sCNQxU23O884uiUACi7NvJG_pRbypYn76MDxaR_HR7gkIPRZsnE5avkYBcHSZzBnTBgaLVvgmYH4p0OLqDStJIc06SvcTa-2YEgv48bUnEasZCLx8LcqGvSXlCaqPielBd1N_-QFJBrp/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600450071023664754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJQK5twFVjieIx99FHhl3oXxMciCApkY5u3uQ9u4HCVQA6HcOeyFE27uM7CMUtW6eeRi06YF8LWPn8ZUsInFSb57wDSEJEEpfvQFatx02Cg6J5RSIF_6hSKcVd7XYIoen5ymo0OUDz3Bb/s1600/IMG_3753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJQK5twFVjieIx99FHhl3oXxMciCApkY5u3uQ9u4HCVQA6HcOeyFE27uM7CMUtW6eeRi06YF8LWPn8ZUsInFSb57wDSEJEEpfvQFatx02Cg6J5RSIF_6hSKcVd7XYIoen5ymo0OUDz3Bb/s320/IMG_3753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600450067125072850" /></a><br /><div>The pictures are okay, but it was truly amazing in person. I could've gotten better pictures if I had a fancy camera (I don't), or if I stopped the car (I didn't) or even slowed down (nope), but I hope you all enjoy the bit of beauty I found on my way home today. </div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-17634662742379747452011-04-27T18:34:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:26:23.754-07:00Easter Basket(case)<div>I wanted to take some pictures of C$ on Sunday to document his first Easter and his super cute Easter outfit. C$ was not interested in my attempts to document this day in his life. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQQKpdInBapmhvcTec7t5y7_NUwQYwTU0B6qtSe5eSPx8ts4hwKfEgx0muojuOm7IeAlGOODAUFE8u7CxoQ7Gg1qSje5MuvtIzE7J5vlkiqAUmgplfZH5vUhcL8_KiczsIydLhhmSQXqN/s1600/IMG_3724.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQQKpdInBapmhvcTec7t5y7_NUwQYwTU0B6qtSe5eSPx8ts4hwKfEgx0muojuOm7IeAlGOODAUFE8u7CxoQ7Gg1qSje5MuvtIzE7J5vlkiqAUmgplfZH5vUhcL8_KiczsIydLhhmSQXqN/s320/IMG_3724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600444373194973250" /></a>See?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBqQtOZ8Njm8QQJVu-gtXbIyAicDXW8sJKB7aS2SB1B7ykVPBwRXEEDtwJCnAHVFXR4PMlh3VmPM28EBT9XtV4ZtsaoVxEDOUg3i6f1c5hMujeEiu9562-DeFTEiymnE5ZrVJSvQpPucT/s1600/IMG_3725.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBqQtOZ8Njm8QQJVu-gtXbIyAicDXW8sJKB7aS2SB1B7ykVPBwRXEEDtwJCnAHVFXR4PMlh3VmPM28EBT9XtV4ZtsaoVxEDOUg3i6f1c5hMujeEiu9562-DeFTEiymnE5ZrVJSvQpPucT/s320/IMG_3725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600444367106425106" /></a>"<i>No means no, mom.</i>"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHSMVkOK3VNwJuMV7Bf4nW-JadAec8sA6SQ4zuh9fdYZyr-d3Ax2HQL3E9fh5_6sJy6vEH-YV9z2zvbv9tFh3Y5zWnRACkNws9FHjmlxdm4YxBxMzxc3oYciu3z4FzzcOrkyw0X5hE36i/s1600/IMG_3726.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHSMVkOK3VNwJuMV7Bf4nW-JadAec8sA6SQ4zuh9fdYZyr-d3Ax2HQL3E9fh5_6sJy6vEH-YV9z2zvbv9tFh3Y5zWnRACkNws9FHjmlxdm4YxBxMzxc3oYciu3z4FzzcOrkyw0X5hE36i/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600444362240960610" /></a>Sigh...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnarh5JgftUFFIsBFudRNqbN-ih-Zd30sXcDCqFLOVMz326GJN54IDlNrhlrxvnJupQEgIUJOsTkdcOnFRCX3hyphenhyphendx29TxDvqptoiF6QAJ_wrAQjHe7P4I3WYyYzT11HJ2SQ15ZPXXo-HT/s1600/IMG_3727.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnarh5JgftUFFIsBFudRNqbN-ih-Zd30sXcDCqFLOVMz326GJN54IDlNrhlrxvnJupQEgIUJOsTkdcOnFRCX3hyphenhyphendx29TxDvqptoiF6QAJ_wrAQjHe7P4I3WYyYzT11HJ2SQ15ZPXXo-HT/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600444352443274098" /></a>At least you can see how cute his outfit was. I mean, <a href="http://www.sperrytopsider.com/store/SiteController/sperry/productdetails?catId=cat90050DM&productId=7-133531&skuId=***7********PG23579*M030&stockNumber=PG23579&showDefaultOption=true">Sperry Topsiders</a> for babies? Yes please.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5FJZeit8NGrd57AU-tGWrp3DgYgmUAaPyNcXtzw-3s4Zb94D2ilsTvNq2J6WKph_UgofglgSIuYrR82ekB_WwZvap3gXC6p7U-sdgtaDucBwnbnngsKvVO7NIFJ0Z-rCldjMa5VAYz4-/s1600/IMG_3728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5FJZeit8NGrd57AU-tGWrp3DgYgmUAaPyNcXtzw-3s4Zb94D2ilsTvNq2J6WKph_UgofglgSIuYrR82ekB_WwZvap3gXC6p7U-sdgtaDucBwnbnngsKvVO7NIFJ0Z-rCldjMa5VAYz4-/s320/IMG_3728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600444348057897970" /></a>C-Note remained uninterested in my photo sessions all day. Look at how cute all the kiddos looked, though, in their <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/while-i-was-out.html">coordinating outfits</a>! <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaJFp8zSJbDCmzZPnqFGSCp3k6UWT4An2BZ0-HxH0KMKiMfzas35V8SdElfvJSMWaA646u25MLkqJUHKLJX31pMwNgCotclDkftyacb4bjAYY5CV91h8Qz9KapPnpifgA81HtgQ6sa3wr/s1600/IMG_3730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaJFp8zSJbDCmzZPnqFGSCp3k6UWT4An2BZ0-HxH0KMKiMfzas35V8SdElfvJSMWaA646u25MLkqJUHKLJX31pMwNgCotclDkftyacb4bjAYY5CV91h8Qz9KapPnpifgA81HtgQ6sa3wr/s320/IMG_3730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443807842742306" /></a>Emerson wasn't really interested in the photo session either.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rFNPISLLN3kY8TisC53GopYka-sheS8LCoweg6UAngXzeW6hG2au7_YbSgYoivcSKuBlScUvvS0ZN3x-qiFlm_CWIzzPOjKkHn8bkjzb73JsIM1b7Jcxba7f9NUka6jYDfme-ypW2OYy/s1600/IMG_3731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rFNPISLLN3kY8TisC53GopYka-sheS8LCoweg6UAngXzeW6hG2au7_YbSgYoivcSKuBlScUvvS0ZN3x-qiFlm_CWIzzPOjKkHn8bkjzb73JsIM1b7Jcxba7f9NUka6jYDfme-ypW2OYy/s320/IMG_3731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443802054930818" /></a>Gracie tried to coax C into a cute pic. Fail.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZnzkakIPMir2hzukH8AZQLIvL-05XVWIeR3IqsHD01_Il_RjD7PK0uP9DPbKcFg_BxIJNyYFksb9cjEzTuEzoz0KS4p0vcM-g8vKKH555oCTJPnYCXv-qpOyd8qfRquhZdspEGj0Nn6a/s1600/IMG_3732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZnzkakIPMir2hzukH8AZQLIvL-05XVWIeR3IqsHD01_Il_RjD7PK0uP9DPbKcFg_BxIJNyYFksb9cjEzTuEzoz0KS4p0vcM-g8vKKH555oCTJPnYCXv-qpOyd8qfRquhZdspEGj0Nn6a/s320/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443797977168386" /></a>Emerson tried to kiss a cute picture out of him...this one turned out to be the cutest one all day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfOksWaP1j-DHYBJTgsveAmTEfKfVj0t-tTEBnQuuw9o4vo8f-51cRwn_GUuT9eo7qHAhL-_p05h9JLzAz9zr8L7ATXY73O7zeQLO0jait5UmDrbu-AKOKG5aPpjwRalyOaVWCiao18bp/s1600/IMG_3733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfOksWaP1j-DHYBJTgsveAmTEfKfVj0t-tTEBnQuuw9o4vo8f-51cRwn_GUuT9eo7qHAhL-_p05h9JLzAz9zr8L7ATXY73O7zeQLO0jait5UmDrbu-AKOKG5aPpjwRalyOaVWCiao18bp/s320/IMG_3733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443796456552210" /></a>She was proud of her efforts.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4NdzlEDmi__0pU1WoU3s_4R5WYH-XNj6MSYLLHtaYDCkOVRhdDnXcg58LlS75IaMjzXGgPih-RbasoIYaLKo_wX7F1YgNHd-By-m25Qdfpv0qPNjwhqiRNCMsDX5hBWzBI-QBfvQ2Q7C/s1600/IMG_3734.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4NdzlEDmi__0pU1WoU3s_4R5WYH-XNj6MSYLLHtaYDCkOVRhdDnXcg58LlS75IaMjzXGgPih-RbasoIYaLKo_wX7F1YgNHd-By-m25Qdfpv0qPNjwhqiRNCMsDX5hBWzBI-QBfvQ2Q7C/s320/IMG_3734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443790799190466" /></a>C says his cousins are too loud for him. Party pooper :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX29FayXzv1WIA49CjThOUyh-H5c5xDkvevOgEfJOhaiziU7Gsgod0yfxjDuouv-6WauZDnK_Mm-KXcRnZNVgcfFvC0ncrcURkwOU_iqssGGm6zdxFLAw8L5eIgx_oY6WPo5kLwTBukqgE/s1600/IMG_3736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX29FayXzv1WIA49CjThOUyh-H5c5xDkvevOgEfJOhaiziU7Gsgod0yfxjDuouv-6WauZDnK_Mm-KXcRnZNVgcfFvC0ncrcURkwOU_iqssGGm6zdxFLAw8L5eIgx_oY6WPo5kLwTBukqgE/s320/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443202629683874" /></a>E showed C just how loud she can be.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTNYyxLxndDoKNsCL2CUttmolwhy3A8ZQEObIwQj6uN67EfD4ykqTwxFkSXGfrHFDRwVh-AzB6iQ79yMkt7QbuJt4VI-5fO6Gnqu7WyKc15DgYY0N9vFuHoiUU249BZXCqJqcXrBu9KR-/s1600/IMG_3738.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTNYyxLxndDoKNsCL2CUttmolwhy3A8ZQEObIwQj6uN67EfD4ykqTwxFkSXGfrHFDRwVh-AzB6iQ79yMkt7QbuJt4VI-5fO6Gnqu7WyKc15DgYY0N9vFuHoiUU249BZXCqJqcXrBu9KR-/s320/IMG_3738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443190931923762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJ0B6Tt2OCb2NJ2bo1qAGuP9y4nbZ8y784afOtXLFBQHLme5r8jBtRT-uFCEIfCGHsX0xV5cD4wQjQGNpyP_bLmdsP-nQQHTwb_XIBeRLiTOHYK_OOgn69DCdQSlfXhp_T3qIRkw-lYYs/s1600/IMG_3739.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJ0B6Tt2OCb2NJ2bo1qAGuP9y4nbZ8y784afOtXLFBQHLme5r8jBtRT-uFCEIfCGHsX0xV5cD4wQjQGNpyP_bLmdsP-nQQHTwb_XIBeRLiTOHYK_OOgn69DCdQSlfXhp_T3qIRkw-lYYs/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443184848934722" /></a>Crybaby.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj658X72JOy5PBByEIbdL5JuieBLOW42ca5O2At22fgm8a482anJz2MGGlnsSVlE2oAG_uEpeSsOfrx9sSZTsq-5PdirhqoqywZlCrJOXFcPjNsou8kgFC6X7Onh9GevGHCtRatPfE72ZLu/s1600/IMG_3740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj658X72JOy5PBByEIbdL5JuieBLOW42ca5O2At22fgm8a482anJz2MGGlnsSVlE2oAG_uEpeSsOfrx9sSZTsq-5PdirhqoqywZlCrJOXFcPjNsou8kgFC6X7Onh9GevGHCtRatPfE72ZLu/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600443180603080962" /></a>Aww, the girls really tried to make C smile, but he was ILL.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLGSyHy0e96h_i1t7nmF2u_UU7Q81lHW1aRZlrG34AuKmNsF8u1Qnvt9DIyXOKjdDiOPPHXsE_oUchYBNC3yJEscyaepr-udrFk1kqpo2aKyGFEX4xntMcNykCSJMryaJhvKBEP63gnOi/s1600/IMG_3741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLGSyHy0e96h_i1t7nmF2u_UU7Q81lHW1aRZlrG34AuKmNsF8u1Qnvt9DIyXOKjdDiOPPHXsE_oUchYBNC3yJEscyaepr-udrFk1kqpo2aKyGFEX4xntMcNykCSJMryaJhvKBEP63gnOi/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600442391840269890" /></a>Emerson had enough of C's whining and told him so. Look at that finger! Ha.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc294tvupej2eZP-tr-bn7a7czCumS3-fe8_JubuG3fPrpuwN-M2RntXW2iD69n7CisVItUBqq10jVoPLGxxdbImsRcJQRjSTlLMd5oh1wGPWD68-xWq1C4di0WYx8npX8KCrj4U-8n8e6/s1600/IMG_3742.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc294tvupej2eZP-tr-bn7a7czCumS3-fe8_JubuG3fPrpuwN-M2RntXW2iD69n7CisVItUBqq10jVoPLGxxdbImsRcJQRjSTlLMd5oh1wGPWD68-xWq1C4di0WYx8npX8KCrj4U-8n8e6/s320/IMG_3742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600442382226590402" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfA9lpdEkSKdYiQbsuc5gE2QpBy_YwD_1Ci7_LMh1k0zO8QIXZq7YC4F3mTAZEPWs1Xr-bdDdfBaKBSIVT3psa700N8t7WvchfD4fIBIpln9h12MYfAmSiHfIicxbKX-3vSenC6bl1VOT/s1600/IMG_3743.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfA9lpdEkSKdYiQbsuc5gE2QpBy_YwD_1Ci7_LMh1k0zO8QIXZq7YC4F3mTAZEPWs1Xr-bdDdfBaKBSIVT3psa700N8t7WvchfD4fIBIpln9h12MYfAmSiHfIicxbKX-3vSenC6bl1VOT/s320/IMG_3743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600442371630602626" /></a>Kiss and make up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmFktlACNjkXRniBvYgE_1j0xtyfY1lRiDX4aOQUgOfvtZfg0l8D3vtT55cGgzObEf57p97Vv-YCweoLyfYhBPb2AGRGuWEdk0MVoKfuorG79F_rUB6lmRO8hWz0IzTzAowIpeb-OnW-X/s1600/IMG_3744.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmFktlACNjkXRniBvYgE_1j0xtyfY1lRiDX4aOQUgOfvtZfg0l8D3vtT55cGgzObEf57p97Vv-YCweoLyfYhBPb2AGRGuWEdk0MVoKfuorG79F_rUB6lmRO8hWz0IzTzAowIpeb-OnW-X/s320/IMG_3744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600442366507491682" /></a>One last crummy picture for the day. Yikes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGNsVcEMPtEXOvUzwqRsifnH2ktYT4QjrWK3Y2NkJdLgwFf_ZUIvn4I_5fwEratQ1-_ad79KoO2875ChUacmy1A0AIYURTEbPyFzSt3dGvqhyphenhyphenZ8nLAmD4u388kyK1ASXKXgWcRwxgTrrCN/s1600/IMG_3745.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGNsVcEMPtEXOvUzwqRsifnH2ktYT4QjrWK3Y2NkJdLgwFf_ZUIvn4I_5fwEratQ1-_ad79KoO2875ChUacmy1A0AIYURTEbPyFzSt3dGvqhyphenhyphenZ8nLAmD4u388kyK1ASXKXgWcRwxgTrrCN/s320/IMG_3745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600442360295664018" /></a><br /></div><div>Hope you all had a wonderful Easter. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-29645752842046532862011-04-25T19:28:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:26:38.549-07:00Monday's Revenge<div>You may remember, I got one over on Monday <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/while-i-was-out.html">recently</a>. Today, she came back to claim her spot as <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/stinkeye.html">champion of evil</a>. I got up early to get myself and C$ ready because I had court this morning. Court on a Monday morning is not exactly my idea of a good start to a week. Turns out, court was the least of my worries. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I dropped CB off at the babysitter's house, we noticed that my tire was flat. Fantastico. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NJD_zYZnVaUiwC3gCNpZmYRESQXSqyoNoFoVoAeKCXWD2UdsdXyyCWGp0TMy4njOOzEvbUieTRvyK8CnUhkzab6jjL5hPuV7TnvmLUSi1M6ezCYTFoesXxxuQa7yWFAkE2u3cDBGHwr8/s1600/images.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NJD_zYZnVaUiwC3gCNpZmYRESQXSqyoNoFoVoAeKCXWD2UdsdXyyCWGp0TMy4njOOzEvbUieTRvyK8CnUhkzab6jjL5hPuV7TnvmLUSi1M6ezCYTFoesXxxuQa7yWFAkE2u3cDBGHwr8/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599713601775419682" /></a>Luckily, I was able to quickly swap cars with my father-in-law and I was able to make it to court on time. On the way to court, however, the bottom dropped out of the sky. It was absolutely pouring down rain. I was in a suit and heels, and my umbrella was in my car (in my in laws' driveway). Profanities were uttered. <div><br /></div><div>After court, I found out that they were unable to repair my tire. Awesome. I needed a new tire.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidI6uplD798ik7E0vn_INfiQq0askWhF1mMcg1GX6KZdhhadC51IH0dH4ACOlSgI183WYUCy8ekzlYkyFcKPeO7mMxHiubbghz0KTJE87_GMklcBZY14Vu7x26MHoUnwHWuE245bV7rwQT/s1600/images-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidI6uplD798ik7E0vn_INfiQq0askWhF1mMcg1GX6KZdhhadC51IH0dH4ACOlSgI183WYUCy8ekzlYkyFcKPeO7mMxHiubbghz0KTJE87_GMklcBZY14Vu7x26MHoUnwHWuE245bV7rwQT/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599713599989841954" /></a><br />That's not true. I needed two new tires. Apparently, with whatever kind of tires I have, you replace them two at a time, or some nonsense moneymaking scheme like that. Monday reigns supreme again. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgBwZzMtKSYxoO0-aRTw5FhOdLEghLdq6zu2qJ3f3sE0bR_TkzLK84EuXieRNJqM6Je0dHiB4S0MnDsN7XfXtNOdGxhJXdcC4G4a2oxo4NFKPkgs8PfNUusuGm5xccTYkvO0PyopKlWED/s1600/images-2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgBwZzMtKSYxoO0-aRTw5FhOdLEghLdq6zu2qJ3f3sE0bR_TkzLK84EuXieRNJqM6Je0dHiB4S0MnDsN7XfXtNOdGxhJXdcC4G4a2oxo4NFKPkgs8PfNUusuGm5xccTYkvO0PyopKlWED/s1600/images-2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgBwZzMtKSYxoO0-aRTw5FhOdLEghLdq6zu2qJ3f3sE0bR_TkzLK84EuXieRNJqM6Je0dHiB4S0MnDsN7XfXtNOdGxhJXdcC4G4a2oxo4NFKPkgs8PfNUusuGm5xccTYkvO0PyopKlWED/s320/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599713600285689298" /></a>Oh, and by the way, to the person who decided to <a href="http://www.tvacres.com/trucks_clampett.htm">Clampett</a> their furniture onto the back of his car, and then drive in the left hand lane of I-40 from Jackson to Memphis on Sunday, you are a jackass. Your piece of crap furniture falling off your truck nearly caused a 4 car collision and cost me $420 in new tires because we ran over that shiz going about 70 miles an hour. Ass. </div></div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-16303386719947319702011-04-21T18:17:00.000-07:002011-06-11T08:26:51.986-07:00Giving Props<div>I have mentioned my puppy <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-here.html">Berry</a> many times on my blog. I've mentioned the fact that she is a <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/02/guilty-as-charged.html">puppy</a>, and that she drives me (and Buster) <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2010/05/berry-vs-holly.html">bonkers</a>, I rarely ever give her the props she deserves. </div><div><br /></div><div>She is awesome with C-Bizz. He climbs all over her and she does nothing. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbo0DD8EmgZyCc4YPkb9RDuwSpTRDNZAODxnQS409UhGLQdVMJt9nb6DafSoMUJDZZbqo6u_lcVNhGZleM4GwlfG7KwGW4_MQF59xg6D1cHQUbBcVmefAfea494Z-FLza0x-qwAYYyf6p/s1600/IMG_3706.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbo0DD8EmgZyCc4YPkb9RDuwSpTRDNZAODxnQS409UhGLQdVMJt9nb6DafSoMUJDZZbqo6u_lcVNhGZleM4GwlfG7KwGW4_MQF59xg6D1cHQUbBcVmefAfea494Z-FLza0x-qwAYYyf6p/s320/IMG_3706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598213223366883570" /></a>He pulls her hair and she just takes it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhI1osMuFi5S4DuZYIAbYmEUaMbpMalpWOydbRPatYV0pTdWMf99RyZimDsJ1WH5R8WP8LO0RvS4f4rfEDGo3aGgEfWK2Fpy4xXgy2sgMY2HkJMJK6zjBLA9TSiB0rrqk9H7stxPpuk3zq/s1600/IMG_3709.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhI1osMuFi5S4DuZYIAbYmEUaMbpMalpWOydbRPatYV0pTdWMf99RyZimDsJ1WH5R8WP8LO0RvS4f4rfEDGo3aGgEfWK2Fpy4xXgy2sgMY2HkJMJK6zjBLA9TSiB0rrqk9H7stxPpuk3zq/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598213224493617426" /></a>Rib punches don't affect her love for CB.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYH0SwxltIc6LgAWraVT-5o9Q284hbD9o3b9ZZsQtGrVB8boc93rGW75etvYsbP_ORTyKfEWu49S85_zU-jo8ZbbkScnCgzh0Xj7PK_MpRa3J9SiGsLAp0-8Ni35Efk5rwREXOxYvLrGr/s1600/IMG_3711.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYH0SwxltIc6LgAWraVT-5o9Q284hbD9o3b9ZZsQtGrVB8boc93rGW75etvYsbP_ORTyKfEWu49S85_zU-jo8ZbbkScnCgzh0Xj7PK_MpRa3J9SiGsLAp0-8Ni35Efk5rwREXOxYvLrGr/s320/IMG_3711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212441867549922" /></a>She thinks he is just as cute as we do.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlxHNtFCTloEmibBOzgDuGeUEcs8kIjC6bYK_FZyCUul6-jvGekjyN9FWCAzbxEtSCA7lK9w5fHmCXBwKn81Y5bY7LRWJ-RGZAu7vwaD6SP_k4XilTxukWe5Nhffjxa2jyfSCqA5kY3pR/s1600/IMG_3712.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlxHNtFCTloEmibBOzgDuGeUEcs8kIjC6bYK_FZyCUul6-jvGekjyN9FWCAzbxEtSCA7lK9w5fHmCXBwKn81Y5bY7LRWJ-RGZAu7vwaD6SP_k4XilTxukWe5Nhffjxa2jyfSCqA5kY3pR/s320/IMG_3712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212439985142818" /></a>How could she not?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLHGWmfp3vViv4zDECRJ356haRuZcGTHmrb1WTFkKpaDFuyEroH7usXI-ADppmlmDw7OC8kKGziQNW1s9KRqwe0gTQljlBq-7nyzkcLzTu5dJqdkbx8qxhKNtUMPsM5khxrP2jEILssRt/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLHGWmfp3vViv4zDECRJ356haRuZcGTHmrb1WTFkKpaDFuyEroH7usXI-ADppmlmDw7OC8kKGziQNW1s9KRqwe0gTQljlBq-7nyzkcLzTu5dJqdkbx8qxhKNtUMPsM5khxrP2jEILssRt/s320/IMG_3713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212433000368818" /></a>C-Note loves his Berry. He lights up when she is around.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnPky7xYVPF5MYEQ9Le3SCK3MRBp2AZSZyuFJib6NI15LCUIIiiL12oghsZEjRpX7gophwqtJ155hV1F2EPFPvXYBXRXNFWzG2C0uhsM_rzv8FVTZQegc4LpdR77itpgkTTHw9RFQ72ff/s1600/IMG_3714.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnPky7xYVPF5MYEQ9Le3SCK3MRBp2AZSZyuFJib6NI15LCUIIiiL12oghsZEjRpX7gophwqtJ155hV1F2EPFPvXYBXRXNFWzG2C0uhsM_rzv8FVTZQegc4LpdR77itpgkTTHw9RFQ72ff/s320/IMG_3714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212428890874258" /></a>And he is sad when she is outside and cannot play with him.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5Sv-eGuoPz_ytAuX_OS_g1oFcUOwFLNVdNcF62CZM3YWcn3i5N0ktAIQlwXK9e3UZ7if-07UKPfU7LwLEoGURI5SMcZv4ChyMzaIUJOo4ac5kRQ12Rl5Ykhy1J7iagZRyGzm1FduiaaZ/s1600/IMG_3715.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5Sv-eGuoPz_ytAuX_OS_g1oFcUOwFLNVdNcF62CZM3YWcn3i5N0ktAIQlwXK9e3UZ7if-07UKPfU7LwLEoGURI5SMcZv4ChyMzaIUJOo4ac5kRQ12Rl5Ykhy1J7iagZRyGzm1FduiaaZ/s320/IMG_3715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212424191513746" /></a><i>"MOM, I want to go outside with Berry. You are lame." </i><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTyf-lB6OETfqXH6DVDJtCOd8zj6a-LLb12EAzDEOQhRnfP2EYxZlcR6-LnjGKdWTPfuqBGhuGHRoC9gOJAOpB_zm5f-PqD_-aoEqFU3QXtVjzGaV3BVFTLQ8AI4tAzcUYVVzGkxRXA1D/s1600/IMG_3716.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTyf-lB6OETfqXH6DVDJtCOd8zj6a-LLb12EAzDEOQhRnfP2EYxZlcR6-LnjGKdWTPfuqBGhuGHRoC9gOJAOpB_zm5f-PqD_-aoEqFU3QXtVjzGaV3BVFTLQ8AI4tAzcUYVVzGkxRXA1D/s320/IMG_3716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212046277365666" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUTBmY2VSnQgbAIKcC0GwNqqa8EAvGl7DEBcAX53lUVZsGXWSSqk5uM4q_Bup9kxz8fkHFORKzkYWMMVL1VJA3C0-3DsWg8ouxmasKyycjAGmvb8dL4nKS7NaxJewl774DtS6MWSmVT4c/s1600/IMG_3717.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUTBmY2VSnQgbAIKcC0GwNqqa8EAvGl7DEBcAX53lUVZsGXWSSqk5uM4q_Bup9kxz8fkHFORKzkYWMMVL1VJA3C0-3DsWg8ouxmasKyycjAGmvb8dL4nKS7NaxJewl774DtS6MWSmVT4c/s320/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212044438316546" /></a><i>"Just kidding, Mom. You're not THAT lame."<br /></i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrO_ALW7xepvE6Q1S57hftVWi1brrOqhOJw8FgBnxpkB-Ityd8AVIYvTyrt2UDgkXcJkiAnqON94RR4OOUzSnliMf2qwgw69SmnzVAu7Jpnom7Fjqk8IHeTB_x1CXb6tjdAO2TvGZ6a_i/s1600/IMG_3718.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrO_ALW7xepvE6Q1S57hftVWi1brrOqhOJw8FgBnxpkB-Ityd8AVIYvTyrt2UDgkXcJkiAnqON94RR4OOUzSnliMf2qwgw69SmnzVAu7Jpnom7Fjqk8IHeTB_x1CXb6tjdAO2TvGZ6a_i/s320/IMG_3718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212035871288370" /></a>I've actually come to rely on Berry quite a bit because my sweet baby is a <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/danger-is-my-middle-name.html">wild man</a> and she is super protective of him. (Note the crazed look in his eyes).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDb300PNV3kPLmBPDvKImofllGFJ1aG0cU6Nc4Sz2DJ0mzqc75J6Kdeym4DGzyMbQG-Vld4iT9jjuifJbTst1aWJOl_wu-6L5mARY2F0G8nVvMOy8nSEn2PJuJ9sI2_sx80moNtgm7UH5a/s1600/IMG_3722.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDb300PNV3kPLmBPDvKImofllGFJ1aG0cU6Nc4Sz2DJ0mzqc75J6Kdeym4DGzyMbQG-Vld4iT9jjuifJbTst1aWJOl_wu-6L5mARY2F0G8nVvMOy8nSEn2PJuJ9sI2_sx80moNtgm7UH5a/s320/IMG_3722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212030281922594" /></a>I'll need all the help I can get! (At least he's climbing the shelves for books:)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvxfcba-_ZDZ2JMpzqY_zXdZlBCPYc3t2onx6jo0ZUYfAYEO0blwhOGb2pclnu_XAKZaILaklURLGn8Ofr8LXMd3cd1dr4ckG-ZKtJEJfO9Q353DY_0wnc932ZfQvJCh9vadORjKPyTa2/s1600/IMG_3723.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvxfcba-_ZDZ2JMpzqY_zXdZlBCPYc3t2onx6jo0ZUYfAYEO0blwhOGb2pclnu_XAKZaILaklURLGn8Ofr8LXMd3cd1dr4ckG-ZKtJEJfO9Q353DY_0wnc932ZfQvJCh9vadORjKPyTa2/s320/IMG_3723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598212028892558834" /></a><br /><div>It's strangely quiet and I can't see Berry or Carter (even though the entire room is fenced in) so I'd better go see what they're up to...</div><div><br /></div><div>Goodnight! </div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094789033723837521.post-13216819298145949322011-04-18T17:48:00.001-07:002011-06-11T08:28:10.888-07:00I need an old priest and a young priest<div>This past weekend, I watched my sister's kiddos and tried my hand as a mom of three. I think it went pretty well.</div><div><br /></div><div>How could it not? Look at those sweet faces...</div><div><br /></div><div>E</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfFKmD3H6kh8-tA1Mz9PKCqBtnyR_skzYzJPLhnDVzrQYTbhEqFJt3nuK7FKrfp4akUJgdLxEFDX6qHddnaWs4x-zaC_T-mW2mqd60QKWO6HnE-wXYD9Eq_5BmYgMwggBPNL0u_McgiTU/s1600/IMG_3668.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfFKmD3H6kh8-tA1Mz9PKCqBtnyR_skzYzJPLhnDVzrQYTbhEqFJt3nuK7FKrfp4akUJgdLxEFDX6qHddnaWs4x-zaC_T-mW2mqd60QKWO6HnE-wXYD9Eq_5BmYgMwggBPNL0u_McgiTU/s320/IMG_3668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597091360942090418" /></a>G<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOtiluKiidFZjBy_JgoM54OM709JyaO8O7uBRw8laCTu1-qRXRTd_Lmpp90TUXjePMZuCwVrW3h7tW0dvs2TycHE4inoLiuQkO8MxtIaIPENTiyx89e9LilONuBbOD_BsLWz6Vtighpsn/s1600/IMG_3669.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOtiluKiidFZjBy_JgoM54OM709JyaO8O7uBRw8laCTu1-qRXRTd_Lmpp90TUXjePMZuCwVrW3h7tW0dvs2TycHE4inoLiuQkO8MxtIaIPENTiyx89e9LilONuBbOD_BsLWz6Vtighpsn/s320/IMG_3669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597091358550150578" /></a>The three cousins (it was super hard to get them all in the same picture frame!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVx-_1Pu5pzmtomON5GY6m43T3H-09wTXpbdIapcpkt3JdMu8iBPuvLwmiF9vCSSfN1YuKkvsG0K7FL9NXCC0Q-976zQsIRvs8rDY-grO6WSc56AbHX-2MHibbmVrvTId90yDoYnmXKeX/s1600/IMG_3670.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVx-_1Pu5pzmtomON5GY6m43T3H-09wTXpbdIapcpkt3JdMu8iBPuvLwmiF9vCSSfN1YuKkvsG0K7FL9NXCC0Q-976zQsIRvs8rDY-grO6WSc56AbHX-2MHibbmVrvTId90yDoYnmXKeX/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597091352013228754" /></a>There we go...at least all of their faces are in the picture. Look at G's awesome bed we made her. I'd like to sleep on it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqycZr7D5GFUK6lGfCIC_s-yHlwMeRUlslLX47pxj9Ef-_PVSCfBs7cFQcQzFJMD4LhGaefhdVemfd53b4zqDTKwE_slk1yvSbJe578MsjjDT1l_pVlKOSwc6iRp5hKjcE_Tab5E0kVSP/s1600/IMG_3671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqycZr7D5GFUK6lGfCIC_s-yHlwMeRUlslLX47pxj9Ef-_PVSCfBs7cFQcQzFJMD4LhGaefhdVemfd53b4zqDTKwE_slk1yvSbJe578MsjjDT1l_pVlKOSwc6iRp5hKjcE_Tab5E0kVSP/s320/IMG_3671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597091350711072882" /></a>Saturday, things took a turn for the worse. At first, it seemed things were fine. We went to Payton's 2nd birthday at the <a href="http://thelittlegym-germantown.com/germantowntn/pages/default.aspx">Little Gym</a> and it was great. C-Note loved it, even though he was too little for a lot of the activities.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAgsHi7m1GdZmuEfN5joHwACFeI_SmN5uHxoR4I2U4teqtISEPPKHfdFc_KYapRJh5GI2otHfRIZ0-ANFD2LSSKnwYKpoX-RiJstHujZA4ttlxk7O0NekRhjUUZhzHdy62Hdr35T7lPMI/s1600/IMG_3672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAgsHi7m1GdZmuEfN5joHwACFeI_SmN5uHxoR4I2U4teqtISEPPKHfdFc_KYapRJh5GI2otHfRIZ0-ANFD2LSSKnwYKpoX-RiJstHujZA4ttlxk7O0NekRhjUUZhzHdy62Hdr35T7lPMI/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597091006057179410" /></a>The birthday girl wouldn't stand still long enough to get a pic...but this is her. Happy Birthday, Payton!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqm5EIJhm3Yf6xGbvlubYksmriNQ-0meVTU-eCduvXSjkBhxA5819mxCGDqUELDXi6Zt7Jy0UvTjUqHNnRWmKO5xSo0rbRkSwLz1Or7nTG5z-0vGNegnnYSCOhUE_g7yxljTRHZ0sN5E0G/s1600/IMG_3675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqm5EIJhm3Yf6xGbvlubYksmriNQ-0meVTU-eCduvXSjkBhxA5819mxCGDqUELDXi6Zt7Jy0UvTjUqHNnRWmKO5xSo0rbRkSwLz1Or7nTG5z-0vGNegnnYSCOhUE_g7yxljTRHZ0sN5E0G/s320/IMG_3675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597091003536668882" /></a>Climber.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYKdzrssg6lKitXwPbgT3J314HYr14i7ZN6cE3rJcBm1vdzkjO_A25zVa1x_Ee_Jk1u0_Cg5DNQZEVw_yA2rKnfszgdKtHsyu5Qrb4o6npNMeJEdmYNtF2J04I9ddFVY4CJUohv2vlaiF/s1600/IMG_3677.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYKdzrssg6lKitXwPbgT3J314HYr14i7ZN6cE3rJcBm1vdzkjO_A25zVa1x_Ee_Jk1u0_Cg5DNQZEVw_yA2rKnfszgdKtHsyu5Qrb4o6npNMeJEdmYNtF2J04I9ddFVY4CJUohv2vlaiF/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597090992747614018" /></a>Crawling<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSaknx3DWrKnnl8tR_HdSbp7Mgs2U9umgbCOrK4kGJsNTJLbuY-AbZolwZDDKwRnyaRJSD0PoXox-2i1Sx8gnbUXXN8oHwrrcgde2CqbN05S5oNpkev1GW4e72HgRixd3pCoxC0NpqR0v/s1600/IMG_3678.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSaknx3DWrKnnl8tR_HdSbp7Mgs2U9umgbCOrK4kGJsNTJLbuY-AbZolwZDDKwRnyaRJSD0PoXox-2i1Sx8gnbUXXN8oHwrrcgde2CqbN05S5oNpkev1GW4e72HgRixd3pCoxC0NpqR0v/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597090989723414322" /></a>Chewing (this was the first sign that things were taking a turn south)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQcMqJP1Wbh5BBHehk-PPrwtA1RsLiQtyoEMADmznDvGv_SO_yqLlrDOkV-g7KtdFmD_eJHCHsyq4IUxbq5q_6DOVWF3nuR3s079UYvpweHBsK6U7Gw6jDBmhwAVzC9gbOX-j88oUprAS/s1600/IMG_3679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQcMqJP1Wbh5BBHehk-PPrwtA1RsLiQtyoEMADmznDvGv_SO_yqLlrDOkV-g7KtdFmD_eJHCHsyq4IUxbq5q_6DOVWF3nuR3s079UYvpweHBsK6U7Gw6jDBmhwAVzC9gbOX-j88oUprAS/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597090507565617234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirg-XcA3_DV-FjtkjuPV5qYhjdXRl6cuF-2Evz1U02aLHsEk9XJhn980NyYYQPHffM-F24lJKZSnQRXIkm5W6_thtebHwijMJFMxzLHJ3GAVt6u68dMgNCBz371fvP6ihf5hRwDlVlF0W/s1600/IMG_3680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirg-XcA3_DV-FjtkjuPV5qYhjdXRl6cuF-2Evz1U02aLHsEk9XJhn980NyYYQPHffM-F24lJKZSnQRXIkm5W6_thtebHwijMJFMxzLHJ3GAVt6u68dMgNCBz371fvP6ihf5hRwDlVlF0W/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597090502792371314" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After the Little Gym, we (me and C) met Daddy and Uncle Jay for a little dinner. C started getting pretty fussy and we headed home. Since that time, I have become more and more convinced that my sweet baby has moved out and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070047/">Linda Blair</a> has moved in. As I mentioned in a <a href="http://holtsathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/while-i-was-out.html">previous post</a>, C has FOUR teeth coming in, all at once. It hurts. I get it. Poor <!--StartFragment--><s><span style="font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-USfont-family:";font-size:12.0pt;">mommy</span></s><!--EndFragment--> C-Note. <span><span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Saturday night, C established his dominance as master of this house. If CB doesn't sleep, no one sleeps. As much as I love my baby's sweet gummy smile, I am ready for these dang teeth to come in so that Linda can leave my house forever. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Note: CB has been really good, all things considered, but any fussiness and bad sleeping behavior is totally out of character for him.</div>Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07828875955731273766noreply@blogger.com2