<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162</id><updated>2012-02-11T21:06:25.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeley Clan</title><subtitle type='html'>Lauren the Drama Queen, Walker the Wild Man, Charlie the Wonder Wiener Dog of Love and Daisy the Naughty One.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8579500707754212515</id><published>2012-02-11T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:06:25.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie -- Happy 15th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj_iZ9DXEhc/TzcoDpsBCLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GmPPKRAL_E4/s1600/charlie%2B11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj_iZ9DXEhc/TzcoDpsBCLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GmPPKRAL_E4/s320/charlie%2B11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie has been with us since before we were actually us. I got him as a late&amp;nbsp;Christmas present from my parents. Ken and I started date about a month after I got him. From then on it was a match made in heaven ( not us but Charlie and Ken). Ha !&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A52f2sMzS3E/TzcoDsARCPI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gbxorMJyIiI/s1600/charlie12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A52f2sMzS3E/TzcoDsARCPI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gbxorMJyIiI/s320/charlie12.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really has been the best dog. So great with the kids and their friends. Until recently he has been very healthy. He is so loved that we give him shots 2x a day for diabetes. I wouldn't give Ken shots 2x a day. JUST KIDDING !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRO0k90yE4k/TzcoD9vWXZI/AAAAAAAAAyg/MUYIcq2YzeU/s1600/charlie13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRO0k90yE4k/TzcoD9vWXZI/AAAAAAAAAyg/MUYIcq2YzeU/s320/charlie13.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week he turned 15 yrs old. We know that day is coming that he will leave us. That is going to be an awful day in the this house. I just wish we could freeze time and keep him forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaZCMNVFYzc/TzcoDx9SrhI/AAAAAAAAAys/RRHbVCkKv3A/s1600/charlie14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaZCMNVFYzc/TzcoDx9SrhI/AAAAAAAAAys/RRHbVCkKv3A/s320/charlie14.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he does sleep with us. That is all my fault.. when I was single he would sleep with me and once we got married he stayed in the bed. Happy Birthday Charlie !! We love you so much !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8579500707754212515?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8579500707754212515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/02/charlie-happy-15th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8579500707754212515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8579500707754212515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/02/charlie-happy-15th-birthday.html' title='Charlie -- Happy 15th Birthday'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj_iZ9DXEhc/TzcoDpsBCLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GmPPKRAL_E4/s72-c/charlie%2B11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3315522472753236751</id><published>2012-02-01T18:51:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:11:39.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurens Endocrinologist Check-up</title><content type='html'>Ever since Lauren has been diagnosed with Hashimotos. We have had to go in 2x a year for her check-up. Typically always falls in August and February. Like always we see the doc first get weighed and height checked. etc.. Then Dr Hutchinson comes into talk to us about any changes. This appt I got the shocker of them all. Well, Mrs Wheeley Lauren is in the beginning stages of PUBERTY. Umm what did you just say to me?? Shes in the early stages but please keep in mind that it could take up to 2 years before.&amp;nbsp; Then Lauren says until " THE BIG RED MESS ARRIVES".&amp;nbsp; Yes I about fell off my chair. We have had the conversation but wow. She says Mom I am 10 I know these kind of things. Can we please back up a few years and keep her young FOREVER??? The doctor says its all going to be OK ( mind you shes saying it me not Lauren). I said do you have a pill for me to get me thru these next few years. She cracked up laughing. I am NOT kidding at all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child is so much like me its scary. I know how I was and GOD BLESS my Mom for dealing with me and not killing me. Because I may kill Lauren before its all over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord Please help me with this child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3315522472753236751?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3315522472753236751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/02/laurens-endocrinologist-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3315522472753236751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3315522472753236751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/02/laurens-endocrinologist-check-up.html' title='Laurens Endocrinologist Check-up'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5664609347294230934</id><published>2012-01-13T19:47:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:30:42.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T.N.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ9GRlj6PUI/TyiZ-3nJtnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-yT2ql9riCY/s1600/Picture%2B565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ9GRlj6PUI/TyiZ-3nJtnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-yT2ql9riCY/s320/Picture%2B565.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sweet Walker got a T.N.T (Teachers Notice Things) . Walker took it upon himself at lunch to help a friend who didn't get everything they needed. So he got what they needed to delivered it to his table.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited he couldn't stand still while Mrs Williams was reading everyone else.&amp;nbsp;Mrs Williams even made a comment that she had never seen someone so excited. We are so proud of Walker for helping a friend . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sg3KgE97A-M/TyiZ_Nl5-1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/lRfq1ajsHXY/s1600/Picture%2B568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sg3KgE97A-M/TyiZ_Nl5-1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/lRfq1ajsHXY/s320/Picture%2B568.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5664609347294230934?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5664609347294230934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/01/tnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5664609347294230934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5664609347294230934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/01/tnt.html' title='T.N.T'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ9GRlj6PUI/TyiZ-3nJtnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-yT2ql9riCY/s72-c/Picture%2B565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4093771557355432583</id><published>2012-01-03T09:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:03:32.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2011</title><content type='html'>NYE was very low key this year. We ended up over at the Hammond's house for yummy homemade spaghetti, salad and bread.. Along with a few deserts. Fred brought fire works from Missouri. None of which will be seen in these pictures due to the question of whether or not they were actually legal. Hmmmm..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but as you look at some of the following pictures you will see how excited the kids were with the evenings shenanigan's.&amp;nbsp; As well as the stressed out look on Tyra face..&amp;nbsp; Love it !! She did have fun but I think more fun after the firework display was over and we started to play cards. ﻿&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtoXr0FkljI/TwMido5TSyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/iht38ETSzNc/s1600/Lauren%2B064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtoXr0FkljI/TwMido5TSyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/iht38ETSzNc/s320/Lauren%2B064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group pic.. minus Fred&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9LutGJYpE8/TwMid_9LkaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n18ks6r5vL4/s1600/Lauren%2B065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9LutGJYpE8/TwMid_9LkaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n18ks6r5vL4/s320/Lauren%2B065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure what shes thinking about. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ0gGdcr6bc/TwMiej5P94I/AAAAAAAAAvs/A3bd47AZ-ww/s320/Lauren%2B067.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fred and Ken were just talking a few things over. Like which end was up. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0b5UtjVeis/TwMj0gUS5WI/AAAAAAAAAv4/bUny5TjHxyQ/s1600/Lauren%2B063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0b5UtjVeis/TwMj0gUS5WI/AAAAAAAAAv4/bUny5TjHxyQ/s320/Lauren%2B063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the excitement on Cooper and Katie face. But my favorite part of the picture is Tyra in the background, arms crossed and you cant see really well but COMPLETELY stressed out by the type of fireworks going off. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ0gGdcr6bc/TwMiej5P94I/AAAAAAAAAvs/A3bd47AZ-ww/s1600/Lauren%2B067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ0gGdcr6bc/TwMiej5P94I/AAAAAAAAAvs/A3bd47AZ-ww/s1600/Lauren%2B067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzA9IJl0u1I/TwMj1V4UevI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/w41tBnFfcfg/s1600/Lauren%2B058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzA9IJl0u1I/TwMj1V4UevI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/w41tBnFfcfg/s320/Lauren%2B058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is right after Cooper said, "&amp;nbsp;this is the best NYE EVER" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0zxZjwD-74/TwMj2sgHchI/AAAAAAAAAwc/kx5BvBdKq8I/s1600/Lauren%2B059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0zxZjwD-74/TwMj2sgHchI/AAAAAAAAAwc/kx5BvBdKq8I/s320/Lauren%2B059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walker loves Shannon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDaKuMg7GY4/TwMj2pMJ25I/AAAAAAAAAwk/hqJ_yg6iLI0/s1600/Lauren%2B062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDaKuMg7GY4/TwMj2pMJ25I/AAAAAAAAAwk/hqJ_yg6iLI0/s320/Lauren%2B062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family pic to end the night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4093771557355432583?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4093771557355432583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4093771557355432583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4093771557355432583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-2011.html' title='New Years Eve 2011'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtoXr0FkljI/TwMido5TSyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/iht38ETSzNc/s72-c/Lauren%2B064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-74346745807257233</id><published>2011-12-30T21:12:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:45:18.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas from Lauren's point of view..</title><content type='html'>As most of you know we spent Christmas with my family at my parents home in Welcome, Tx. Lauren's camera captures some of the madness. There were 20 plus people in the house for multi days. It was chaos but oh so fun for all. I will comment on some of the pics. &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRalbomZvno/TwJ3Dj7oiII/AAAAAAAAAto/rY5NkxxDBG4/s1600/Lauren%2B030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRalbomZvno/TwJ3Dj7oiII/AAAAAAAAAto/rY5NkxxDBG4/s320/Lauren%2B030.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add caption&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hU3alm98Ysg/TwJym5DIF3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WosSHjKysGY/s1600/Lauren%2B006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hU3alm98Ysg/TwJym5DIF3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WosSHjKysGY/s320/Lauren%2B006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy's golf cart. My kids love to get to drive.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBRncqWCixE/TwJynBLRQkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/T5i1zKXPa_Q/s1600/Lauren%2B007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBRncqWCixE/TwJynBLRQkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/T5i1zKXPa_Q/s320/Lauren%2B007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fluoajbhQ0c/TwJynYe7RjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2uSlL2QudBM/s1600/Lauren%2B008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fluoajbhQ0c/TwJynYe7RjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2uSlL2QudBM/s320/Lauren%2B008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4j0QgpqwQ4Q/TwJynwzuCaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/YPQZb_GfDHI/s1600/Lauren%2B009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4j0QgpqwQ4Q/TwJynwzuCaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/YPQZb_GfDHI/s320/Lauren%2B009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;view from front porch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZqLAcCmnn8/TwJ2Co6BH5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/VXnQ7p8QQA4/s1600/Lauren%2B012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZqLAcCmnn8/TwJ2Co6BH5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/VXnQ7p8QQA4/s320/Lauren%2B012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister and brother in law. He's wearing my Moms mink. Soo funny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4hxuoBVgb0/TwJ2CshQwFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AnwqANlkTGw/s1600/Lauren%2B013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4hxuoBVgb0/TwJ2CshQwFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AnwqANlkTGw/s320/Lauren%2B013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin Ellie. Mom in back ground&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3DKIfyxOZU/TwJ2DH9cZNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/KzKVvGWBkA0/s1600/Lauren%2B015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3DKIfyxOZU/TwJ2DH9cZNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/KzKVvGWBkA0/s320/Lauren%2B015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, its on the the twins. I think its Jonathan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3_nUsMf2YE/TwJ2DiWKCzI/AAAAAAAAAss/XEYUioQZ_lw/s1600/Lauren%2B016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3_nUsMf2YE/TwJ2DiWKCzI/AAAAAAAAAss/XEYUioQZ_lw/s320/Lauren%2B016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ez7OvyvVbJA/TwJ2nOoAHsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/g0Db4JHVg04/s1600/Lauren%2B022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ez7OvyvVbJA/TwJ2nOoAHsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/g0Db4JHVg04/s320/Lauren%2B022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Kelly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqvomqCrQ_M/TwJ2nZKW20I/AAAAAAAAAtE/7i80iuILq8c/s1600/Lauren%2B021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqvomqCrQ_M/TwJ2nZKW20I/AAAAAAAAAtE/7i80iuILq8c/s320/Lauren%2B021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy Annie.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We all had a great time. My parents really enjoyed having all of us there. Well&amp;nbsp; I think they did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-74346745807257233?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/74346745807257233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-from-laurens-point-of-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/74346745807257233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/74346745807257233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-from-laurens-point-of-view.html' title='Christmas from Lauren&apos;s point of view..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRalbomZvno/TwJ3Dj7oiII/AAAAAAAAAto/rY5NkxxDBG4/s72-c/Lauren%2B030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4063840024925721588</id><published>2011-12-26T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:21:49.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy and Santa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPEfORyrts/TwKBNiyGBlI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5IDUFGVQqNg/s1600/Walker%2Btooth.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPEfORyrts/TwKBNiyGBlI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5IDUFGVQqNg/s320/Walker%2Btooth.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While we were at my parents. Walker's tooth was super lose but he wouldn't let me touch it. Finally the days after Christmas it came out while he was brushing his teeth.&amp;nbsp; When he put his tooth under his pillow he says, " Hmmm , wouldn't it be nice if the Tooth Fairy and Santa could me? " It was very hard me me not to laugh out loud. He was so serious when he said it. Love this boy ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPtANyDdX_E/TwKBNpl192I/AAAAAAAAAuw/s09rUAwL3kA/s1600/Lauren%2B069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPtANyDdX_E/TwKBNpl192I/AAAAAAAAAuw/s09rUAwL3kA/s320/Lauren%2B069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheesy grin. Lauren took this one.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4063840024925721588?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4063840024925721588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/tooth-fairy-and-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4063840024925721588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4063840024925721588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/tooth-fairy-and-santa.html' title='Tooth Fairy and Santa....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiPEfORyrts/TwKBNiyGBlI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5IDUFGVQqNg/s72-c/Walker%2Btooth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1805080361778987194</id><published>2011-12-21T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:27:51.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be.. no fighting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-RnctVG3IM/TwKDEQsde9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/fdxCItXr9xE/s1600/Lauren%2Band%2BWalker%2Bxmas%2B2011%2B2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-RnctVG3IM/TwKDEQsde9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/fdxCItXr9xE/s320/Lauren%2Band%2BWalker%2Bxmas%2B2011%2B2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While standing in line for Santa. The kids were actually being sweet. Don't get me wrong they are sweet kids. But they had been fighting for days and days. It was a nice change of things. I'm sure it had NOTHING to do with my threatening them in the car before we walked in. HAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdy9cUCXfX0/TwKDEebtAwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/h25jKMB5Gj8/s1600/Lauren%2Band%2BWalker%2Bxmas%2B2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdy9cUCXfX0/TwKDEebtAwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/h25jKMB5Gj8/s320/Lauren%2Band%2BWalker%2Bxmas%2B2011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1805080361778987194?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1805080361778987194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/could-it-be-no-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1805080361778987194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1805080361778987194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/could-it-be-no-fighting.html' title='Could it be.. no fighting...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-RnctVG3IM/TwKDEQsde9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/fdxCItXr9xE/s72-c/Lauren%2Band%2BWalker%2Bxmas%2B2011%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1108898830422418595</id><published>2011-12-19T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:54:51.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Parties..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQdpu5G2GvE/Tu_4SFTtW0I/AAAAAAAAApg/y6_YeG-zJ8w/s1600/Lauren%2Band%2BMom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQdpu5G2GvE/Tu_4SFTtW0I/AAAAAAAAApg/y6_YeG-zJ8w/s320/Lauren%2Band%2BMom.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids had their holiday parties last week at school. Laurens class made scarfs. One for themselves and one for a child in need. Which I thought was so neat. Kids had a great time making them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45wdA58gh7A/Tu_4SOmep4I/AAAAAAAAApo/cBH2StRU-P4/s1600/Lauren%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45wdA58gh7A/Tu_4SOmep4I/AAAAAAAAApo/cBH2StRU-P4/s320/Lauren%2B1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet baby girl&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;making her scarf .&amp;nbsp; She really wanted to make more then one. Not sure if making more were for her or the kids in need. I'm hoping for the later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQT9ggqt_pI/Tu_4SRV27rI/AAAAAAAAApw/_IY9jD5SLt8/s1600/Walker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQT9ggqt_pI/Tu_4SRV27rI/AAAAAAAAApw/_IY9jD5SLt8/s320/Walker.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker ... he did NOT want to smile.. he was not happy with me taking a pic of him . So this is what I got his cheesy smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUu8zmxsSLk/Tu_4SdUUO7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/8tLIQseRB4Q/s1600/Walker%2Bmom%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUu8zmxsSLk/Tu_4SdUUO7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/8tLIQseRB4Q/s320/Walker%2Bmom%2B1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He attempted to smile a little better when he took one with me .. But not much better. His party has lots of activities but he only wanted to eat the cookie. A Mom in the class was so disturbed by the fact that he didn't want to color or play bingo. I could care less if he did either.. He was happy just playing. All in all both kids had great parties.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that we are half way thru the school year.. Time is flying by..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1108898830422418595?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1108898830422418595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-parties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1108898830422418595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1108898830422418595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-parties.html' title='Holiday Parties..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQdpu5G2GvE/Tu_4SFTtW0I/AAAAAAAAApg/y6_YeG-zJ8w/s72-c/Lauren%2Band%2BMom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3074461691177663</id><published>2011-12-07T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:12:26.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is on a budget</title><content type='html'>Laurens list for xmas is not only long but its crazy expensive. We even had her add up the things she wants. She still is under the assumption that she is going to get most of that list. Here is just part of her list &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bose Headphones- range for $200-$300&lt;br /&gt;Kindle Fire- $199 ( wants only this EXACT one) &lt;br /&gt;I-Phone 4- NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. &lt;br /&gt;Justice clothing-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; about $400 give or take&lt;br /&gt;Vera Bradley Purse- she can have my old one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway y'all get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let Lauren know that Santa is on a budget and has to provide all the kids of the world with presents.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah Humbug !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3074461691177663?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3074461691177663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-is-on-budget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3074461691177663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3074461691177663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-is-on-budget.html' title='Santa is on a budget'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-7861527688634384650</id><published>2011-11-30T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:07:22.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren and the End of Fiddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFj0EdlrzGU/TtZr5oiAR3I/AAAAAAAAApI/g0L4lNIVwMQ/s1600/fiddle21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFj0EdlrzGU/TtZr5oiAR3I/AAAAAAAAApI/g0L4lNIVwMQ/s320/fiddle21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those 7 people that read my blog you know that Lauren questioned the tooth fairy a few weeks ago. We ended up telling her that the tooth fairy was not real. My&amp;nbsp; hope and prayer was that we would at least get one more Christmas of her believing. Well.. yesterday she questioned and questioned me about our Elf Fiddle. Mom, do you&amp;nbsp;move him ? Mom , you have to move him&amp;nbsp;it is a&amp;nbsp;doll and he cant move himself? &amp;nbsp;Mom , I&amp;nbsp;mean really he cant eat candy? On&amp;nbsp;and on&amp;nbsp;to the point that I had to tell her the truth. She was OK with maybe even a bit relieved with the information. I asked if she would like to help me hide him for Walker. She says I'm not touching him. If you have read the book you know that he will " lose his magic if you touch him".&amp;nbsp; Ha.. so there is still a glimmer of belief. &amp;nbsp;She says she still believes in Santa but we are wondering if&amp;nbsp; she just telling us she does.&amp;nbsp; It breaks my heart to see my sweet little baby growing up. I want to keep her young as long as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZ1eIi3mjLo/TtZwAfb0TkI/AAAAAAAAApU/d2oJigxR2hc/s1600/Lauren%2Bxmas%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZ1eIi3mjLo/TtZwAfb0TkI/AAAAAAAAApU/d2oJigxR2hc/s320/Lauren%2Bxmas%2B3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-7861527688634384650?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7861527688634384650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/lauren-and-end-of-fiddle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7861527688634384650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7861527688634384650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/lauren-and-end-of-fiddle.html' title='Lauren and the End of Fiddle'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFj0EdlrzGU/TtZr5oiAR3I/AAAAAAAAApI/g0L4lNIVwMQ/s72-c/fiddle21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1970240885190082029</id><published>2011-11-29T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:31:47.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Giving Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zjUUhrgBYs/TtUUJGzTq5I/AAAAAAAAAok/huJQh_mwSQo/s1600/fall%2B001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zjUUhrgBYs/TtUUJGzTq5I/AAAAAAAAAok/huJQh_mwSQo/s320/fall%2B001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I fall more and more in love with our front yard&amp;nbsp;tree. The color of the leaves just make me happy.&amp;nbsp; Actually in general everything about it &amp;nbsp;makes me&amp;nbsp; happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmuwDXZJhA/TtUUJcqkCAI/AAAAAAAAAow/vRVKf9s8s3k/s1600/fall%2B002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmuwDXZJhA/TtUUJcqkCAI/AAAAAAAAAow/vRVKf9s8s3k/s320/fall%2B002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite childrens book is The Giving Tree. Not really sure why but this tree has always reminded me of that book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1HIge4diSs/TtUUJ-UuN1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/jGjIr87Tolw/s1600/fall%2B003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1HIge4diSs/TtUUJ-UuN1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/jGjIr87Tolw/s320/fall%2B003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;div class="quoteDetails"&gt;&lt;div class="quoteText"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “And the tree was happy”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quoteText"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/435477.Shel_Silverstein"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;Shel Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,        &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/30530"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1970240885190082029?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1970240885190082029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-giving-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1970240885190082029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1970240885190082029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-giving-tree.html' title='My Giving Tree'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zjUUhrgBYs/TtUUJGzTq5I/AAAAAAAAAok/huJQh_mwSQo/s72-c/fall%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4021270760819930761</id><published>2011-11-24T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:18:21.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our year to be here for Thanksgiving. Our neighbor and dear friend invited us over to her parents&amp;nbsp;house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We all had a great time. Ate way more then we should have and had a ton of laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzRClPApxQQ/TtRIL4AC7LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/rBBy3_Ix-JM/s1600/Nov%2B007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzRClPApxQQ/TtRIL4AC7LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/rBBy3_Ix-JM/s320/Nov%2B007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to be thankful for they didn't fight at all that day. Well maybe once we got home the fights started back. But not in public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--g5xrjSLIYo/TtRJCVzAm4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/l6TuL4zE8ZI/s1600/Nov%2B001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--g5xrjSLIYo/TtRJCVzAm4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/l6TuL4zE8ZI/s320/Nov%2B001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walker had the best time greeting people at the door. He was so happy announcing the guests arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cIDYciDcTg/TtRJCcaD6-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/d0JePFtQJVs/s1600/Nov%2B003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cIDYciDcTg/TtRJCcaD6-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/d0JePFtQJVs/s320/Nov%2B003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lauren is in love with Gavin. She had a blast playing with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odgfBC1saTE/TtRJCutObWI/AAAAAAAAAno/Jn7OE6Ltf9E/s1600/Nov%2B004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odgfBC1saTE/TtRJCutObWI/AAAAAAAAAno/Jn7OE6Ltf9E/s320/Nov%2B004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cody was happy just hanging out watching all of the action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1s0ArPd3jM/TtRJDXthKmI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ie9TNTL48zw/s1600/Nov%2B006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1s0ArPd3jM/TtRJDXthKmI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ie9TNTL48zw/s320/Nov%2B006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lauren made some awesome mashed potatoes. .. what you cant see is potatoes splattered in various places in the kitchen . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fabulous day. Thanksgiving 2011 was a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4021270760819930761?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4021270760819930761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4021270760819930761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4021270760819930761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving !'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzRClPApxQQ/TtRIL4AC7LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/rBBy3_Ix-JM/s72-c/Nov%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5278874055929277828</id><published>2011-11-16T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:53:37.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the _______ real ????????</title><content type='html'>We knew this day was coming. So tonight when Walker lost his tooth. One of the first things Lauren said was,&amp;nbsp;Is the tooth fairy real?&amp;nbsp; Ummmmm... I always stumble when these questions come up.&amp;nbsp; So here is how the conversation went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: &amp;nbsp;I mean really fairy's aren't real,&amp;nbsp;nothing can&amp;nbsp;fly&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: really&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: Mom think about it things or people cant fly. &lt;br /&gt;Me: well&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: But Mom Santa is so real that is completely different. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? &lt;br /&gt;Lauren: Mom the reindeer fly and help Santa get around the world to deliver the presents.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good point&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: Santa even brings presents to you. So he's so real&lt;br /&gt;Me. hmm&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: So , Mom what about the tooth fairy? &lt;br /&gt;Me: what about it? &lt;br /&gt;Lauren: is it real? &lt;br /&gt;Me: sigh... &lt;br /&gt;Lauren: Mom I already know that you and Daddy put the $$ under my pillow. &lt;br /&gt;Me: yes &lt;br /&gt;Lauren: I KNEW IT&lt;br /&gt;Me: So that does mean I don't have to give you anymore $$ when your teeth come out?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: MOM of course you do. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sad to see her growing up. Here's to hoping we have one more year of Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5278874055929277828?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5278874055929277828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5278874055929277828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5278874055929277828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-real.html' title='Is the _______ real ????????'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8335690921345255929</id><published>2011-11-16T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:31:09.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker's 1st tooth lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EE3yeOaoMno/TsRh6leR6LI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0LoSDnj5Xqo/s1600/photo%2B%252820%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EE3yeOaoMno/TsRh6leR6LI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0LoSDnj5Xqo/s320/photo%2B%252820%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After days and days of tears , not wanting to eat and everything just plan bugging him. He has finally lost his first tooth. He is so very excited about the whole in his mouth. Of course Lauren is showing him how to spit water out of that hole. NICE !&amp;nbsp; He loves trying to do that&amp;nbsp;and says hes going to show his class tomorrow. Sorry Mrs Montes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately put it under his pillow in anticipation of the tooth fairy coming . He is expecting big bucks. I'm hoping now that he has lost his first, the&amp;nbsp;ones that follow won't be as difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8335690921345255929?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8335690921345255929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/walkers-1st-tooth-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8335690921345255929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8335690921345255929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/walkers-1st-tooth-lost.html' title='Walker&apos;s 1st tooth lost...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EE3yeOaoMno/TsRh6leR6LI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0LoSDnj5Xqo/s72-c/photo%2B%252820%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-46608737000740384</id><published>2011-11-08T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:37:17.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Today is just one of those days&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;It started out OK, got kids off to school, had to go get blood work for my afternoon physical, home to work, grabbed a quick lunch with a few girl friends, back home to work and then late afternoon appointment for my physical. THAT is where it went down hill. All of the stress in my life has caught up with me. I have CRAZY high blood pressure. Need to lose some LBS ( the doc visit really should be another post but not now).&amp;nbsp; I get home to the normal afternoon activities ( homework, getting diner ready). THEN we started dinner and Walker had a melt down over what he had to eat. Mind you it was&amp;nbsp; a hot dog, fruit and macaroni . I didn't serve him the fish and veggies that Ken and I were having. He hasn't had a meltdown in forever. But it went on and on ( will spare y'all all the details) . Then I started to cry in the middle of his meltdown. It freaked him out and he kept saying he was so sorry. Mommy, I so sorry. Which of course made me cry more. He then told me ( while making his hands in the shape of a heart) " you are breaking my heart with your tears". Such a sweet sweet boy he is.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Feel like I am rambling on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow is a new day.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-46608737000740384?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/46608737000740384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/46608737000740384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/46608737000740384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6548251924354388822</id><published>2011-11-01T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:42:31.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>43 Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>My friend Tyra lost her husband, Steve, to brain cancer just over  two years ago. Next Friday, November 4th, would have been his 43rd birthday and  in his honor, Tyra and her two amazing kids, Cooper &amp;amp; Katie, have come up  with a wonderful tribute to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are hoping that 43 people will  perform random acts of kindness throughout the day on November 4th. You can read  more about it in Tyra's own words on her blog right &lt;a href="http://checkonsteve.blogspot.com/2011/10/save-date-43-acts-of-kindness.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have no doubt that 43 people will perform random acts of kindness in his honor  on that day, but how cool would it be to have 2x43 or 3x43 perform random acts  of kindness that day? Tyra is truly an amazing mom, friend, worker, volunteer,  writer. . .the list could go on and on. . .and her kids are equally as great and  I would love to help them go above and beyond their goal for that  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, the 6 of us in my family have begun to brainstorm 6  different ways that each of us can show random acts of kindness next week and I  hope you will do the same. And don't forget to take a picture or send Tyra a  quick note at tyradamm@gmail.com if you are able to participate so she can be  uplifted and know how many people care on this hard day for their  family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this idea and hope that you do, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6548251924354388822?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6548251924354388822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/43-acts-of-kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6548251924354388822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6548251924354388822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/11/43-acts-of-kindness.html' title='43 Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6586273969638708439</id><published>2011-10-31T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:34:42.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnjpILC3CiM/Tq9lDgnjA_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/_yjFsxcZTCs/s1600/Lauren%2527s%2BPics%2B229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnjpILC3CiM/Tq9lDgnjA_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/_yjFsxcZTCs/s320/Lauren%2527s%2BPics%2B229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My kids love Halloween. Not just because of the&amp;nbsp;candy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They love to pick out their costumes. As you can see from Lauren she LOVES LOVES to wear make-up the more the better. She was " Frankie-Stein from Monster High. Walker was "Brained Washed". He found the costume in August in some random magazine and he did not forget about it. It was all he talked about so needless to say he was so excited to get to wear it. It actually came with a black mask that went over the face&amp;nbsp;but he opted not to wear it. I thought it looked cute just the way it was.&amp;nbsp;As I put him to bed he said ,well Halloween is over again this year. What will I be next year ? Hmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4u9OoPf8Bk/Tq9lDwgFOtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lSEydmyEo5E/s1600/Lauren%2527s%2BPics%2B230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4u9OoPf8Bk/Tq9lDwgFOtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lSEydmyEo5E/s320/Lauren%2527s%2BPics%2B230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6586273969638708439?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6586273969638708439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6586273969638708439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6586273969638708439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween-2011.html' title='Happy Halloween 2011'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnjpILC3CiM/Tq9lDgnjA_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/_yjFsxcZTCs/s72-c/Lauren%2527s%2BPics%2B229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6417836851214036534</id><published>2011-10-27T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:53:29.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0UplHrhqTs/TrAVnuekWkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZzrDWZVif38/s1600/Lauren%2Bschool%2B11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0UplHrhqTs/TrAVnuekWkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZzrDWZVif38/s320/Lauren%2Bschool%2B11.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lauren 4th grade .. She actually has her real smile and not the fake one she usually makes in pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tV2ACYMpTs/TrAVn_cLd5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/xoa7HoC2o0M/s1600/Walker%2Bschool%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tV2ACYMpTs/TrAVn_cLd5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/xoa7HoC2o0M/s320/Walker%2Bschool%2B2011.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker 1st grade.. this is probably one of my favorites of him. I love his smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6417836851214036534?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6417836851214036534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6417836851214036534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6417836851214036534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-pics.html' title='School Pics..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0UplHrhqTs/TrAVnuekWkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZzrDWZVif38/s72-c/Lauren%2Bschool%2B11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2106742055925173819</id><published>2011-10-25T09:34:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:49:25.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hgNFDdw5OI/TrADlqAWmXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BuCv_Qd66Ro/s1600/Ken%2Bhalloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hgNFDdw5OI/TrADlqAWmXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BuCv_Qd66Ro/s320/Ken%2Bhalloween.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken and I got invited to 2 Halloween Costume parties this year. We were both excited to dress up. Ken already knew what he wanted to be and found the costume. Not sure if anyone knows who he is..&lt;br /&gt;" The Greatest American Hero". Yes I know that it totally dates him but he LOVED it. Cracks me up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You are all probably wondering what I was.. Well I decided to be Teresa from the Real Housewives of New Jersey When in reality I just looked like a " Jersey Girl" . Oh well we had a blast ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2106742055925173819?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2106742055925173819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2106742055925173819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2106742055925173819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hgNFDdw5OI/TrADlqAWmXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BuCv_Qd66Ro/s72-c/Ken%2Bhalloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-893880095764164433</id><published>2011-10-24T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:18:21.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Walker .. 7yrs old..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1FmjJq0s_g/TqmAzTf6rmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KMK3pnPGicA/s1600/2006_0507Image0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1FmjJq0s_g/TqmAzTf6rmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KMK3pnPGicA/s320/2006_0507Image0021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to my sweet boy. I cant believe hes already 7. He has taught me so much about being a better Mommy , patience and so much more. When I put him to bed on his birthday I got all weepy knowing that my baby boy is growing up. Silly I know but just would like to keep him small as long as I can. I am so blessed to have him in my life. LOVE YOU WALKERMAN.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh3FshI57rY/TqmAxncYp_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/LL6QUCXAe7w/s1600/2004_1027Image0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh3FshI57rY/TqmAxncYp_I/AAAAAAAAAj0/LL6QUCXAe7w/s320/2004_1027Image0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hic2vWjJvbU/TqmAxSK5xRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/j2ezDjEiPjU/s1600/2004_1025Image0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hic2vWjJvbU/TqmAxSK5xRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/j2ezDjEiPjU/s320/2004_1025Image0186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOelFmTI4bE/TqmAyKnvcrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZSC5cpOx0cU/s1600/2005_0122Image0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOelFmTI4bE/TqmAyKnvcrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZSC5cpOx0cU/s320/2005_0122Image0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJMD-XfLSI0/TqmAy7H8bNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cyrBAICdUtg/s1600/2005_1220Image0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img &lt;div="" border="0" class="separator" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJMD-XfLSI0/TqmAy7H8bNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cyrBAICdUtg/s320/2005_1220Image0018.JPG" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_4YTgwgRvo/TqmCs3rvKKI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dfDi35LfQFo/s1600/Walker.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_4YTgwgRvo/TqmCs3rvKKI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dfDi35LfQFo/s320/Walker.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-893880095764164433?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/893880095764164433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-walker-7yrs-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/893880095764164433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/893880095764164433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-walker-7yrs-old.html' title='Happy Birthday Walker .. 7yrs old..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1FmjJq0s_g/TqmAzTf6rmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KMK3pnPGicA/s72-c/2006_0507Image0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-478298831551487997</id><published>2011-10-12T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:34:42.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>Poor Lauren had to learn that their are adults that still act like they are " mean teenage girls".&amp;nbsp; Its a long story and dont want to get into it on here. Its a life lesson that I was non- too pleased to have to teach her. But she handled it way more maturely than I expected her too. I am proud of the way she is growing into a young lady. Love her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-478298831551487997?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/478298831551487997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/478298831551487997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/478298831551487997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1281671482871083361</id><published>2011-10-05T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:10:34.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking good.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUKjSKr-dDI/To0NLnFdEXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JuLY7mer6cg/s1600/photo%2B%252818%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUKjSKr-dDI/To0NLnFdEXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JuLY7mer6cg/s320/photo%2B%252818%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic just makes me smile. He loves these bug glases that Nana sent.. But not to look for bugs just because he says he looks " good"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1281671482871083361?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1281671482871083361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1281671482871083361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1281671482871083361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-good.html' title='Looking good.....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUKjSKr-dDI/To0NLnFdEXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JuLY7mer6cg/s72-c/photo%2B%252818%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8565865811315595446</id><published>2011-09-26T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:11:05.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren and Gavin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp2vK4CA0G8/ToEv-wegJsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9eJ3Wdr0fsY/s1600/L%2Band%2BG%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp2vK4CA0G8/ToEv-wegJsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9eJ3Wdr0fsY/s320/L%2Band%2BG%2B1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren loves babies but she LOVES LOVES Gavin. As you can see from these pics. He loves her just as much. But before we know it he is going to be bigger than she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jemSS2w3uVo/ToEv_IqIB_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/5admxAKAOio/s1600/L%2Band%2BG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jemSS2w3uVo/ToEv_IqIB_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/5admxAKAOio/s320/L%2Band%2BG.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this one.. sooo cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8565865811315595446?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8565865811315595446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/lauren-and-gavin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8565865811315595446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8565865811315595446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/lauren-and-gavin.html' title='Lauren and Gavin'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp2vK4CA0G8/ToEv-wegJsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9eJ3Wdr0fsY/s72-c/L%2Band%2BG%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5683260721448394486</id><published>2011-09-15T20:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:05:56.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bucbaQtBk5Q/TnqWe7-jEGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2vK1r9_cKy0/s1600/photo%2B%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bucbaQtBk5Q/TnqWe7-jEGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2vK1r9_cKy0/s320/photo%2B%252810%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmoHhdIL_ps/TnqWs2pog1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/uy2nZfOEe4Q/s1600/photo%2B%252811%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmoHhdIL_ps/TnqWs2pog1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/uy2nZfOEe4Q/s320/photo%2B%252811%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Day was this week at school. Lauren decided she was going to be Justin Beibers.. fashion stylist.. YES.. I know that's totally crazy.. But she was determined and so I had to turn my head as she walked out the door . The outfit was not my pick. But she was so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are thinking where is Walker's picture. Well he went as a Movie Director and he said that because of his job he is behind the camera. So no need for a picture or an "outfit". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had a great day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5683260721448394486?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5683260721448394486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/career-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5683260721448394486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5683260721448394486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/career-day.html' title='Career Day..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bucbaQtBk5Q/TnqWe7-jEGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2vK1r9_cKy0/s72-c/photo%2B%252810%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4057934305472835351</id><published>2011-09-11T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:27:37.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 What I remember ..</title><content type='html'>10 yrs ago we had a 2 1/2 month old living in Portland,OR.  It was early morning and just put Lauren back down after feeding her. The phone rang and it was Sandy ( Kens cousin) asking me if&amp;nbsp;he was OK. The week before&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;was in Boston&amp;nbsp;on business but returned home&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;She wasn't sure if he was&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;out of town and she was extremely concerned. I had no idea what she was talking about, she told me to turn the TV on. Which I did and couldn't believe&amp;nbsp;that a plane had crashed into&amp;nbsp;I immediately called Ken ( who was at work) and he had heard about the attacks on the radio.&amp;nbsp;I wanted him to come home and be with us.&amp;nbsp;He said he would be home&amp;nbsp;as soon as he could. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;called &amp;nbsp;Mom/Dad, Joanna Vorachek Austin ( she lived in NYC), Candy Underwood&amp;nbsp;( Kelly her daughter was at the airport in NYC). Everyone was safe but in as much shock as we were . Ken came home from work and we were glued to the TV what felt like for days. Shannon and Teresa Pfleiderer called us too see if the could come over and watch with us. At the time they didn't have a TV. They came over and we all sat in shock watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 yrs later.. I&amp;nbsp;sit with Lauren and&amp;nbsp;she cant grasp what happened on 9/11. To be honest I still cant get my head around what happened on that day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What I do know is that Americans are strong. God Bless the U.S.A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4057934305472835351?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4057934305472835351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-what-i-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4057934305472835351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4057934305472835351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-what-i-remember.html' title='9/11 What I remember ..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6391395326563595405</id><published>2011-09-04T20:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:58:40.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren's tie die cake..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5rzWhqlDvg/TmbMrGyv6VI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-1OfCyODFLo/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5rzWhqlDvg/TmbMrGyv6VI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-1OfCyODFLo/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and I&amp;nbsp;actaully had nothing to do on Saturday afternoon and decided to bake a cake. For awhile now she has wanted to do a tie die cake. So we went for it. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sUSkckf-svw/TmbMrcoxJ2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/93eeEErXm70/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sUSkckf-svw/TmbMrcoxJ2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/93eeEErXm70/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Z1it-kF40w/TmbMrpZoONI/AAAAAAAAAiA/t2n_qjIlcg4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Z1it-kF40w/TmbMrpZoONI/AAAAAAAAAiA/t2n_qjIlcg4/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZdJGnaiSc/TmbMrwWHAdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/xBUVO5yk9VQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZdJGnaiSc/TmbMrwWHAdI/AAAAAAAAAiI/xBUVO5yk9VQ/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFYRpcJZeIM/TmbMsNVd2rI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8UZjdF7C3zM/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFYRpcJZeIM/TmbMsNVd2rI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8UZjdF7C3zM/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPamJ-M-DA8/TmbNQlOkW5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/srReoNolAv4/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPamJ-M-DA8/TmbNQlOkW5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/srReoNolAv4/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1b8h7RjoEE/TmbNQkUJgRI/AAAAAAAAAig/9jFKOviVvxM/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1b8h7RjoEE/TmbNQkUJgRI/AAAAAAAAAig/9jFKOviVvxM/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QhryylKEv4/TmbNQ0g81MI/AAAAAAAAAio/9Bg0bjvL6PI/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QhryylKEv4/TmbNQ0g81MI/AAAAAAAAAio/9Bg0bjvL6PI/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lGRX9dRynU/TmbNRK3MRTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Dft_SLr2uJE/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lGRX9dRynU/TmbNRK3MRTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Dft_SLr2uJE/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ttmnr-dtQ4k/TmbNRfl55bI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ft3R_fO2g9o/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ttmnr-dtQ4k/TmbNRfl55bI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ft3R_fO2g9o/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren iced the cake while hot.. hence the reason the finished product looks AWFUL .But it did taste so yummy and she was so proud of herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6391395326563595405?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6391395326563595405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/laurens-tie-die-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6391395326563595405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6391395326563595405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/09/laurens-tie-die-cake.html' title='Lauren&apos;s tie die cake..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5rzWhqlDvg/TmbMrGyv6VI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-1OfCyODFLo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-429141795647819556</id><published>2011-08-29T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:43:47.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiKh3TnD-Qo/Tlu9aUw9LJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ki2ckMxCumg/s1600/100_1017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiKh3TnD-Qo/Tlu9aUw9LJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ki2ckMxCumg/s320/100_1017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still cant believe that I have a 4th grader and a 1st grader. They are growing way to fast for my liking. But we are truly blesses to have such a wonderful neighborhood school that looks out for our kiddos. We are so blessed by all of the teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOcu7NMydqU/Tlu9ZqbZEUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8JxFXTHEGSE/s1600/100_1021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOcu7NMydqU/Tlu9ZqbZEUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8JxFXTHEGSE/s320/100_1021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walker has Mrs Montes ( who Lauren had) and we couldn't be happier. She is so amazing and I know that Walker will have a fantastic year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktLI6E5juV8/Tlu9Z1om0aI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uVe9DW60LVs/s1600/100_1020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktLI6E5juV8/Tlu9Z1om0aI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uVe9DW60LVs/s320/100_1020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lauren has Mrs Douthit (pronounced South-it). This is her 2nd yr at Bledsoe and so far Lauren absolutely loves her. She says she is super nice. I think once she gets to know Lauren she will realize that she has a major talker on her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekg7RI2AlEs/Tlu9Z-URkkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kM7KRatHT8M/s1600/100_1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekg7RI2AlEs/Tlu9Z-URkkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kM7KRatHT8M/s320/100_1019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kids we so over me taking pic, But always have the get our back to school pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yO0-dujXfp4/Tlu9aEJO4zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/V-V3cy-hqaY/s1600/100_1018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yO0-dujXfp4/Tlu9aEJO4zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/V-V3cy-hqaY/s320/100_1018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Getting Walker to look at the camera. Is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.But at least we have a smile on our face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5AJR7K8dp4k/Tlu93DcSFVI/AAAAAAAAAho/6GkDuRYdIvM/s1600/100_1012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5AJR7K8dp4k/Tlu93DcSFVI/AAAAAAAAAho/6GkDuRYdIvM/s320/100_1012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These pics are so out of order but I wanted to put them on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYOxbPhF3J4/Tlu92UbjybI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Fh4SitrM5Oo/s1600/100_1016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYOxbPhF3J4/Tlu92UbjybI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Fh4SitrM5Oo/s320/100_1016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnDUpPtwQC8/Tlu92sW7_tI/AAAAAAAAAhY/nH7VgPlO1f4/s1600/100_1015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnDUpPtwQC8/Tlu92sW7_tI/AAAAAAAAAhY/nH7VgPlO1f4/s320/100_1015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9blS0Ctz4hc/Tlu920jQkKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-p5xsTGgAxE/s1600/100_1013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9blS0Ctz4hc/Tlu920jQkKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-p5xsTGgAxE/s320/100_1013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a great school year with these 2 kiddos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-429141795647819556?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/429141795647819556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/429141795647819556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/429141795647819556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiKh3TnD-Qo/Tlu9aUw9LJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ki2ckMxCumg/s72-c/100_1017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1306294553752011786</id><published>2011-08-26T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:46:01.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog and his bone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q07uzLTkFA/Tlr7oOUS5ZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m0Xp7b-FnyI/s1600/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q07uzLTkFA/Tlr7oOUS5ZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m0Xp7b-FnyI/s320/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this pic. Makes me smile. Charlie will not let go of his bone because he knows the minute he puts it done Daisy will get it. So there he sleeps with the bone in his mouth. Sweet old dog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1306294553752011786?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1306294553752011786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/dog-and-his-bone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1306294553752011786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1306294553752011786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/dog-and-his-bone.html' title='Dog and his bone..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q07uzLTkFA/Tlr7oOUS5ZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m0Xp7b-FnyI/s72-c/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8675689432857748308</id><published>2011-08-17T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:59:35.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Shopping gone bad....</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I had a little time to spare so I told Lauren we would do a little school shopping.&amp;nbsp; So off we went to find her some things. &amp;nbsp;First stop was Target and the minute we started looking her attitude began to rare its ugly head. After I made a suggestion to her about something . She stomped her feet and hit her hands on her legs. YES JUST LIKE A 3 YR OLD. I remained totally calm&amp;nbsp;( which is not my normal reaction)&amp;nbsp;and put everything down . In a very firm voice I told her that we were leaving and if she spoke one word I would spank her in the middle of Target. The look on her face was a look of total&amp;nbsp;shock. &amp;nbsp;She did open her mouth but nothing came out&amp;nbsp;(smart girl).&amp;nbsp;We left our basket and walked out of the store. Once we got in the car we had a long discussion about her attitude. I told her that she has to&amp;nbsp;have a complete attitude adjustment&amp;nbsp;or we will&amp;nbsp;do NO school shopping.&amp;nbsp; Also that I will be&amp;nbsp;picking her outfits the first week of school . GASP !!! She looked at me and said Mom, that's not fair. You will ruin my fashion. I said " you have the power to make sure I don't ruin your fashion".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gone this evening to a PTA meeting. When I returned home she apologized for her behavior and said she would work on her attitude. We will have to see over the next few days if that is the case.&amp;nbsp; She is TERRIFIED that I am going to pick her outfits. I love it.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8675689432857748308?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8675689432857748308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-shopping-gone-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8675689432857748308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8675689432857748308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-shopping-gone-bad.html' title='School Shopping gone bad....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5236665684094809044</id><published>2011-08-09T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:59:53.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cure.....</title><content type='html'>My boss seems to think he has the cure to fix anything.&amp;nbsp; His statement to most anything and everything you say is... " you know what cures that ??.. Getting on the phones.. Of course he is talking about either finding good candidates to fill jobs or finding new clients. If only things really could be cured by&amp;nbsp;" getting on the phone". Then life would be a whole lot easier.&amp;nbsp; But it does make you stop and think about what a phone call&amp;nbsp;could do for&amp;nbsp;someone.&amp;nbsp; Take the time to pick up the phone to call a loved one, a friend , even someone you don't know all that well. You never know what they are dealing with in their life and may just need to hear a friendly voice. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5236665684094809044?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5236665684094809044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/cure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5236665684094809044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5236665684094809044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/cure.html' title='The cure.....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3653912905590996635</id><published>2011-08-03T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:32:02.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things happen in you life and you cant figure out why. My parents always told me to never question God but to have faith in him. That he will get you thru all the ruff patches and never give you more then you can handle. Right now if I feel like my load is full and I cant handle anything else. I keep praying for a peace to come over me and to find the strength that I need to get me thru all of our struggles. For those of you that actually read this please pray for me to find peace and the strength within to get thru the all of our struggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3653912905590996635?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3653912905590996635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3653912905590996635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3653912905590996635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4800512198242296365</id><published>2011-07-29T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:15:21.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what Daddy let us do ??</title><content type='html'>While I was this week on business the kids hung out with Ken. From what I hear he didn't have alot of rules while I was away. He let them go to bed when they wanted, he let them pretty much eat when they wanted, he took them to McDonald's at 9:30 AT NIGHT ( yes I am serious people). He let watch Tremors, which is not only scary but also has some not so great language. You are probably thinking how I know , well both kids told me the minute they picked me up at the airport. Yes he was BUSTED.. hahaha.. Love that they had fun with Daddy but Mommy's home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4800512198242296365?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4800512198242296365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/guess-what-daddy-let-us-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4800512198242296365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4800512198242296365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/guess-what-daddy-let-us-do.html' title='Guess what Daddy let us do ??'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-714404621779937102</id><published>2011-07-25T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:51:12.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I really be this excited ??</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am leaving for Ft. Lauderdale on business for 3 nights. I will be working pretty much the entire time I am their. But I am really excited to have some ALONE time. All alone in the hotel room. I can read uninteruppted, watch what I want on TV or just sit in absolute quiet. &amp;nbsp;Should I really be this excited about a business trip ? I will be sure and post updates when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-714404621779937102?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/714404621779937102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/should-i-really-be-this-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/714404621779937102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/714404621779937102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/should-i-really-be-this-excited.html' title='Should I really be this excited ??'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2773360874891637562</id><published>2011-07-25T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:40:15.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we going to do today ???</title><content type='html'>All summer long within about 10 mins of the kids waking up. I hear, Mommy what are we going to do today?? Today&amp;nbsp; I said nothing just hang out at the house. Lauren says MOOOOMMM, that is so boring. I said you can clean your room, clean the game room, clean the whole house. She just looked at me and says its summer we need to have a vacation from cleaning. Dont I wish that were the case. It getting to be that time in summer when I am ready for school to start. Let the count down begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2773360874891637562?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2773360874891637562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-are-we-going-to-do-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2773360874891637562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2773360874891637562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-are-we-going-to-do-today.html' title='What are we going to do today ???'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6114936417150212986</id><published>2011-07-18T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:21:35.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch to 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have so many friends that run. Some run for exercise, some do it for fun ( not really sure why), some do it to train for the half marathon . Well I have decided to starting training for a 5k in October.&amp;nbsp; My reason is really only so I can say I did it&amp;nbsp;( a bucket list item). &amp;nbsp;Well and that I need to drop a ton of weight off this butt of mine. I have downloaded the Couch to 5K on my Iphone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am SOO NOT A RUNNER. I never have been EVER.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My hope and prayer is by writting this that at least the 2 people who read my blog will help keep me motivated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6114936417150212986?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6114936417150212986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/couch-to-5k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6114936417150212986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6114936417150212986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/couch-to-5k.html' title='Couch to 5K'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1475297867305163879</id><published>2011-07-14T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:47:46.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sweet friend Julianne ( the Queen of Blogs) told me recently that I needed to"step up" my blog.  Then again tonight Kerith told me pretty much the same thing. I guess people do read this. So in their honor I am going to get better with my posts. Just becareful girls you never know what I may write about. ;-)hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1475297867305163879?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1475297867305163879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/step-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1475297867305163879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1475297867305163879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/07/step-it-up.html' title='Step it up'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4379409472667985116</id><published>2011-05-11T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:36:26.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40.. that's all I'm going to say about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4379409472667985116?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4379409472667985116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/05/40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4379409472667985116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4379409472667985116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/05/40.html' title='40..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3530739488105804091</id><published>2011-05-11T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:36:26.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to proving me wrong..</title><content type='html'>So we have this never ending battle with Lauren about the tangles in her hair.  She could seriously have some major dreadlocks. So we are to the point with her that if the tangles aren't out by Friday the hair is getting cut off into a little bob. Let me tell you she is TICKED off about it. But as of right now 8:13 on Wednesday May 11 the tangles are still there. We aren't arguing with her ( only one reminder a day).  She keeps saying she still has time.  Here's to hoping she proves me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3530739488105804091?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3530739488105804091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/05/heres-to-proving-me-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3530739488105804091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3530739488105804091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/05/heres-to-proving-me-wrong.html' title='Here&apos;s to proving me wrong..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5905734806643960689</id><published>2011-04-06T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:37:42.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is ..... ????</title><content type='html'>I know that I have so much catching up to do. But this had to be posted now. Lauren asked last night what sex was . I about fell over .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; not ready for this.. I calmly said well what do you think it is ? She thought a minute and said well I think its when you and Daddy lay in bed and hold hands and maybe kiss. I thought a minute and said its something like that .. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that answer and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came back later and said Mommy, I think getting pregnant is like a disease. I said why she said well first of all its contagious. I mean lots of the teachers at school have caught it. She said are you going to catch it. I told her not to worry that Mommy has been given a immunizations :-) to make sure that I don't catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not ready for her to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5905734806643960689?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5905734806643960689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5905734806643960689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5905734806643960689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is.html' title='What is ..... ????'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5321222676837425925</id><published>2011-03-28T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:01:53.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>I thank my lucky stars everyday for the school our kids go to. We are truly blessed with wonderful teachers and staff. I am sure that other schools are great but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bledsoe&lt;/span&gt; is such a special place in more ways then I can name.  LOVE LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bledsoe&lt;/span&gt; so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5321222676837425925?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5321222676837425925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5321222676837425925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5321222676837425925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-9061179612003876267</id><published>2011-01-28T20:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:52:43.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my partner?????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYiiZ8rJEI/AAAAAAAAAek/y0xesfWZYho/s1600/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYiiZ8rJEI/AAAAAAAAAek/y0xesfWZYho/s320/socks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568175963766465602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how many freaking socks need a partner at the moment. I have NO idea where those may be. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;!!  They have either been lost, the washing machine has eaten them, my children have taken them off some where . WHO KNOWS !!! Ken says hes going to send this away to " Myth Busters". I cant stand that show but in this case go for it. So frustrating.. Lauren just says Mommy we can wear different ones. It is the style you know. HA ! But still frustrating..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-9061179612003876267?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/9061179612003876267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-is-my-partner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9061179612003876267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9061179612003876267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-is-my-partner.html' title='Where is my partner?????????????????'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYiiZ8rJEI/AAAAAAAAAek/y0xesfWZYho/s72-c/socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5427151967085908169</id><published>2011-01-24T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:38:59.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Daddy EVER....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TT5Eb8nCPcI/AAAAAAAAAec/VGF19FqBs74/s1600/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TT5Eb8nCPcI/AAAAAAAAAec/VGF19FqBs74/s320/daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565961436393520578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this man so much .  He is such an amazing man to have had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to look up to my entire life. I love his love of God, his love of my sweet Mom, his love of his family. He is just the best Daddy ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5427151967085908169?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5427151967085908169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-daddy-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5427151967085908169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5427151967085908169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-daddy-ever.html' title='Best Daddy EVER....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TT5Eb8nCPcI/AAAAAAAAAec/VGF19FqBs74/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-7485367390742613526</id><published>2011-01-23T20:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:58:30.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I ride it again.. and again.. and again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYkcAKJhyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AJ4BY9Yizpc/s1600/Cooper-Walker%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYkcAKJhyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AJ4BY9Yizpc/s320/Cooper-Walker%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568178052787701538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker went to his buddies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party at Main Event. This is a ride that simulates a roller coaster. Walker and his buddy Cooper wanted to ride this thing OVER and OVER again. They loved it so much !! Both boys were so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYkb1gNucI/AAAAAAAAAes/f4KoNe4_DCY/s1600/Cooper-%2BWalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYkb1gNucI/AAAAAAAAAes/f4KoNe4_DCY/s320/Cooper-%2BWalker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568178049927461314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-7485367390742613526?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7485367390742613526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-i-ride-it-again-and-again-and-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7485367390742613526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7485367390742613526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-i-ride-it-again-and-again-and-again.html' title='Can I ride it again.. and again.. and again...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TUYkcAKJhyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AJ4BY9Yizpc/s72-c/Cooper-Walker%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5087338050353609425</id><published>2011-01-20T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:11:49.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi-polar ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TTj3B1g10gI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ITZmKvup6i8/s1600/Lauren%2Bhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TTj3B1g10gI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ITZmKvup6i8/s320/Lauren%2Bhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564468950533001730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could this be the face of a bi-polar child?  YES !!! Actually I think most kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; Today she had a complete melt-down over homework. Well because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;' t like the way I read a question to her.  She freaked out.. I mean completely. Which lasted about 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, then she all of the sudden turned back into her sweet little self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage years are going to kill me. Or she may be the one that dies who knows. But somehow I made it our alive so lets hope the same for Lauren. Love that girl !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5087338050353609425?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5087338050353609425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/bi-polar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5087338050353609425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5087338050353609425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/bi-polar.html' title='Bi-polar ????'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TTj3B1g10gI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ITZmKvup6i8/s72-c/Lauren%2Bhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5685080716071729211</id><published>2011-01-06T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:46:06.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug your babies</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things happen in your life and you realize that your kids aren't so bad after all. Actually your realize they are great. I love my kids this age and wish I could freeze time .Just hug your babies and tell them your love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5685080716071729211?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5685080716071729211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/hug-your-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5685080716071729211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5685080716071729211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2011/01/hug-your-babies.html' title='Hug your babies'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2626481387951611262</id><published>2010-12-16T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:48:32.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One wish...</title><content type='html'>If I could have a wish right now.. I would wish for a clone of myself to get things gone. There are not enough hours in the day to complete what I have to get done. Between cleaning the house, laundry ( which is piled a mile high), cooking dinner ,the list just goes on and on.  My goal was to get all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping done before school lets out for break. But do you think that has happened?? Nope.. so I am going to have to try and sneak away and get it finished.  Lauren has changed her mind so many times that we finally told her Santa's workshop doesn't like late orders. I am looking forward to the week after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; when we can just hang out.Then hopefully my list wont be so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2626481387951611262?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2626481387951611262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2626481387951611262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2626481387951611262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-wish.html' title='One wish...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6244983355161380701</id><published>2010-12-13T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:44:47.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not telling you</title><content type='html'>Lauren has had a TON of questions about Santa. She is even not telling us what she wants because she says Santa knows. But we have been able to get a few things out of her.  First she told me she would like a baby sister , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;,NO . But I told her that God controlled that Santa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;. She just looked at me. Then she said well I want an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IPad&lt;/span&gt;. Ken said, No honey, Santa doesn't have the license from Apple to give those out. Again she rolls her eyes and walks away. Finally the other night she tells our sitter that she REALLY REALLY wants a cell phone.But she really doesn't think Santa will dis-obey Mommy and get one for me. Smart girl. Let's hope want Santa brings her is just what she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6244983355161380701?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6244983355161380701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-telling-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6244983355161380701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6244983355161380701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-telling-you.html' title='Not telling you'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-7699447730500448899</id><published>2010-12-01T19:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:56:56.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPb4LDBinXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fVnWg_OPSg8/s1600/fiddle%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPb4LDBinXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fVnWg_OPSg8/s320/fiddle%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545892859827363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiddle our Elf has returned. The kids were so excited to see him. I was as well because I find myself saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, "behave or Fiddle is going to tell Santa.  He was right at the bottom of the stairs waiting for the kids to wake up. Lauren walked right by him this morning. Walker is the one that discovered him. He was so impressed with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPb4K4F6PSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qJdocur-xAs/s1600/fiddle%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPb4K4F6PSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qJdocur-xAs/s320/fiddle%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545892856892898594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPb4Koa2s9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/oSi_mFtflfo/s1600/letter%2Bto%2Bfiddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPb4Koa2s9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/oSi_mFtflfo/s320/letter%2Bto%2Bfiddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545892852685779922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT... Lauren left this note last night.  It's hard to see so I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fiddle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you ? I got a 100 on my test. Can you answer me one question ? Are you fake??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES-&lt;br /&gt;NO-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AGH&lt;/span&gt;-- I knew these questions were coming soon. She has been asking a ton of questions the last few weeks. It makes me so sad that we are at this point. I know that she will find out soon but I want one more Christmas.  Tonight she said Mom my friend at school says Easter Bunny and Tooth fairy aren't real. But that Santa is real, I said does that make sense. She thought a min and said no not really.  So I think we still have some time. I'm so not ready for my kids to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-7699447730500448899?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7699447730500448899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7699447730500448899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7699447730500448899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPb4LDBinXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fVnWg_OPSg8/s72-c/fiddle%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6836009034400966285</id><published>2010-11-29T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:48:27.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles...</title><content type='html'>Tonight while Lauren was reading her ' guided reading'  ( it's her reading homework for those if you that don't know), to me. She has to sound out words from time to time one of those words was "Com-for-table' she said it just like that.Which is right but she starting giggling once she realized what the word was. Then we both started to laughing and the rest of the night we would ask each other , are you com-for-table ?? It may not be funny to you all but it was nice to have such a laugh with Lauren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6836009034400966285?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6836009034400966285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/giggles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6836009034400966285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6836009034400966285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/giggles.html' title='Giggles...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-683893437543623473</id><published>2010-11-07T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:58:25.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My coach can walk 60 miles.. can yours??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVxGtnU2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oGGOXsqJsCg/s1600/3day%2B1%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVxGtnU2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oGGOXsqJsCg/s320/3day%2B1%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544799499582919522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren's cheer coach walked the Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Komen&lt;/span&gt; 3 day walk for the 3rd year  in a row. Our squad went out to cheer her on. It is such an amazing  experience to see everyone walk. The ones that were truly inspirational  were the women/men that were currently under going treatment.  It was  hard to hold back the tears as they would walk by with such a  determination on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVxObblsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bsH6i9WqM90/s1600/3day%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVw6raEZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/pZ3hJ7dUmOc/s1600/3day%2B3%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVw6raEZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/pZ3hJ7dUmOc/s320/3day%2B3%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544799496352436626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shannon was so surprised when she saw the girls, that it brought her to  tears. The girls were so happy to see her and cheer her on. Everyone  that walked by loved seeing the girls in all of there pink. They would  even stop to take pictures . The girls were convinced that they were  going to be in a magazine. They even said they had there own paparazzi.  They were cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVwT7xjCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aD9yaS9H1Wk/s1600/3day%2B2%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVwT7xjCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aD9yaS9H1Wk/s320/3day%2B2%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544799485952101410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVwQV_eBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ePNLjwr_sEc/s1600/3day%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVwQV_eBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ePNLjwr_sEc/s320/3day%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544799484988323858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a neat experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-683893437543623473?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/683893437543623473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-coach-can-walk-60-miles-can-yours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/683893437543623473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/683893437543623473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-coach-can-walk-60-miles-can-yours.html' title='My coach can walk 60 miles.. can yours??'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMVxGtnU2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/oGGOXsqJsCg/s72-c/3day%2B1%2B-%2BCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8456359760132742562</id><published>2010-11-03T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:08:11.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you have a problem when..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNIfqzmEtzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ByYJGKIkWwc/s1600/Starbucks+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNIfqzmEtzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ByYJGKIkWwc/s320/Starbucks+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535521712256628530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me you know that I love my Starbucks.Well he is "Yankess fan" and lost a bet and had to wear Rangers shirt. He was so embarrassed that I had to take a pic.  Then I found out today that hes leaving to move  away. He usually gives me a free coffee a few times a week. Its a sad day around here. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8456359760132742562?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8456359760132742562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-you-have-problem-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8456359760132742562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8456359760132742562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-you-have-problem-when.html' title='You know you have a problem when..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNIfqzmEtzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ByYJGKIkWwc/s72-c/Starbucks+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3257481031058683687</id><published>2010-11-01T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:04:48.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi3pvl-jiI/AAAAAAAAAco/9e9mk6YsTd8/s1600/Lauren%2B-Grace%2BHalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi3pvl-jiI/AAAAAAAAAco/9e9mk6YsTd8/s320/Lauren%2B-Grace%2BHalloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537377669630299682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween this year just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have the same feel as years past. It has to do with everything going on in our lives. But the kids had a fabulous time and that is all that matter.  Halloween weekend  we went with some dear friends to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stonebriar&lt;/span&gt; country club's big Halloween bash. It was totally geared to kids. They had a blast. Lauren was our dead cheerleader and her buddy Grace was a dead 80's girl. They were such the pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi19bb7plI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Qa36L8JvA3Y/s1600/Walker%2BHalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi19bb7plI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Qa36L8JvA3Y/s320/Walker%2BHalloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375808793585234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker was our " Zombie" or as he liked to call himself ' the black tar monster" from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;. He has even slept in his costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi18jY69rI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w753A6UdS_M/s1600/Lauren%2BHalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi18jY69rI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w753A6UdS_M/s320/Lauren%2BHalloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375793748571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren had so much fun dressing up.  Lauren figured out the next time Halloween is on a Saturday she will be 16. WOW!! So not ready for that. Makes me sad thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi18gqVutI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aSNcnWGgmRU/s1600/Walker-Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi18gqVutI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aSNcnWGgmRU/s320/Walker-Emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537375793016322770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first house to trick or treat was Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harris's&lt;/span&gt; house. Walker was so excited to "scare " her. He also loved seeing Laney and gave her kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNixIEGuCWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jI8pzWSQSeQ/s1600/Walker-Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNixHhz9A6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/DVJuRY-A3Kc/s1600/Lauren%2BHalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNixHSL0MdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BNNHKt4ujJI/s1600/Lauren%2B-Grace%2BHalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3257481031058683687?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3257481031058683687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3257481031058683687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3257481031058683687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TNi3pvl-jiI/AAAAAAAAAco/9e9mk6YsTd8/s72-c/Lauren%2B-Grace%2BHalloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5912304093556269193</id><published>2010-10-27T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:29:16.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep.. what's that ..</title><content type='html'>I have so many other posts that need to happen BUT I have had some major issues with sleep the last few weeks. UGH !!! It is so bad. We have had a ton going on in our lives (yet another post). I can fall asleep but then wake up around 2-3. It is AWFUL.. Oh believe me that I have popped some sleeping aids but my brain is not shutting off. So for those of you that see on on a daily basis and I look like a zombie. Now you know. Here's hoping for a good nights sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5912304093556269193?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5912304093556269193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleep-whats-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5912304093556269193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5912304093556269193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleep-whats-that.html' title='Sleep.. what&apos;s that ..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6888220680424473745</id><published>2010-10-24T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:22:39.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker's 6th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqq024bI/AAAAAAAAAdw/i4PV7hnmlHw/s1600/Walker%2527s%2Bbday%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqq024bI/AAAAAAAAAdw/i4PV7hnmlHw/s320/Walker%2527s%2Bbday%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544803787064402354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet boy turned 6. It makes me sad to think about it. This year I did not win the Mommy of the year for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party but except for what we did at home. Ken was out of town because of his Mom's passing and I just didn't feel like it was time for a huge celebration.  The kids and I had a great time at home just the 3 of us. Even though it wasn't the same without Ken here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqlWLexI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cLkoW5LNyo0/s1600/Walker%2527s%2Bbday%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqlWLexI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cLkoW5LNyo0/s320/Walker%2527s%2Bbday%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544803785593551634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqcCvxqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IaXUjzpYyBA/s1600/Walkers%2Bbday%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqcCvxqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IaXUjzpYyBA/s320/Walkers%2Bbday%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544803783096125090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqG1yFkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/QaN0wsvNzhw/s1600/Walker%2B%2527s%2Bbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqG1yFkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/QaN0wsvNzhw/s320/Walker%2B%2527s%2Bbday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544803777404606018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did love that I took him to Toys-r- us on his special day and told him pick what you want. That was a first and he loved getting to pick his own gifts. Next year we will have a fabulous party. He could care less that we didn't have a party. I have Mother's guilt for not having one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that boy so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6888220680424473745?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6888220680424473745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/walkers-6th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6888220680424473745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6888220680424473745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/walkers-6th-birthday.html' title='Walker&apos;s 6th birthday'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TPMZqq024bI/AAAAAAAAAdw/i4PV7hnmlHw/s72-c/Walker%2527s%2Bbday%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2007827615151934052</id><published>2010-10-10T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:46:59.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise to myself.....</title><content type='html'>These last few weeks I have had so much going on. I feel like I have been living up at Bledsoe. We are getting geared up for our yearly fundraiser. It is a great thing for the kids school and they actually love it so much. Its has been constant around here. I am so tired at night that I feel like all I do it rush to get the kids to bed.  On Friday at Bible Study I was reminded that we all need to slow down and take a few minutes not only for yourself but also to spend some time with your kids. All weekend I have been trying to remind myself that the kids are my first priority. I love them and want them to know that I am here and not one of those Mom's that is rushing/ screaming ALL THE TIME. They are only small once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My promise to myself is to take a breath and spend quality time with my babies. If something doesn't get done NO ONE is going to die.  I need to better prioritize my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2007827615151934052?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2007827615151934052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/promise-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2007827615151934052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2007827615151934052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/10/promise-to-myself.html' title='Promise to myself.....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-7968566698943145240</id><published>2010-09-21T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:51:01.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Boy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJlug3oXetI/AAAAAAAAAbI/64ubkWgz_bM/s1600/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJlug3oXetI/AAAAAAAAAbI/64ubkWgz_bM/s320/DSC01386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519564329287383762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the car today Walker asks me.. Mommy, do you love me ? I said of course I love you so much. He says Mommy I love you all the time and in every way. He melted my heart.. I hope he feels that way when he's 13. Love that boy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-7968566698943145240?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7968566698943145240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7968566698943145240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7968566698943145240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-boy.html' title='Sweet Boy..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJlug3oXetI/AAAAAAAAAbI/64ubkWgz_bM/s72-c/DSC01386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4004673465273058977</id><published>2010-09-19T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:16:31.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa_IHChOMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/I1TP217f6WQ/s1600/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa_IHChOMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/I1TP217f6WQ/s320/DSC01434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808539438594242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you that don't live near Lone Star Ranch this may not look familiar. But this is what Fourth Army Rd looks like under water. I mean it was crazy to see how fast the water was going over the road. Thankfully they block this part of the road, when we have any significant rain . You may be asking yourself why we have so many of these pics. If my husband could he would be a storm chaser. He loves rain/ tornadoes/ snow.. You name it he wants to be out in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa_HqkUEHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cmNG9DN13eA/s1600/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa_HqkUEHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cmNG9DN13eA/s320/DSC01433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808531795710066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa_GbBpPOI/AAAAAAAAAao/Uow3rrkR9uE/s1600/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa_GbBpPOI/AAAAAAAAAao/Uow3rrkR9uE/s320/DSC01431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518808510443896034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa-cp_3lTI/AAAAAAAAAag/zTYSeHbVbRk/s1600/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa-cp_3lTI/AAAAAAAAAag/zTYSeHbVbRk/s320/DSC01434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518807792908473650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa-bXhHZmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NwOfuro0bx4/s1600/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa-bXhHZmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NwOfuro0bx4/s320/DSC01426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518807770767779426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa-a3BKbvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Cy_UTsDlw50/s1600/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa-a3BKbvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Cy_UTsDlw50/s320/DSC01423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518807762043825906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4004673465273058977?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4004673465273058977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4004673465273058977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4004673465273058977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-rain.html' title='Crazy Rain..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TJa_IHChOMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/I1TP217f6WQ/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4884241068744668431</id><published>2010-09-15T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:52:23.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Got Back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/s/sir-mix-a-lot/album-mack-daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/s/sir-mix-a-lot/album-mack-daddy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So if you were a teen in the 90's you know this song and probably every word of it. It's one of those songs that when you hear it today you still know the words. So to my surprise Lauren comes home from school the other day. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;say's&lt;/span&gt; " Mommy, I heard a new song today.. and she precedes to start singing.. " I like big butts and I cannot lie..". You know the rest I am sure. Thankfully she didn't know much more than that because now I know how totally inappropriate it is for a 9 yr old. Anyway I busted out laughing just at the shear fact that she thought it was new. Oh to be an innocent 9yr old. ( of course about a year ago she thought Ice Ice Baby was new). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. I am sure you are asking yourself how in the world did she hear this song at school. I asked that question and she said" Mom on the playground". I said" someone had their i-pod out there ( oh I think not)":.  She looks at me like I was a complete moron and says, "No Mom this guys was singing it to me and my friends." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so even worse in my eyes but that is a whole other thing. Anyway, old is new again. Gotta love it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4884241068744668431?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4884241068744668431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-got-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4884241068744668431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4884241068744668431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-got-back.html' title='Baby Got Back..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-7319981297303585608</id><published>2010-09-02T16:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:02:18.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filter...</title><content type='html'>So my Facebook staus today said ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;You know that thing you have in your head that tells you not to say something WELL TODAY I DON'T HAVE ONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I dont have much of a filter. ( which I already knew) but it was rather funny to me to see some of the responses.  Here are a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called a filter/ grid:) mine misfires daily and requires tech support! Good luck with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to other days when you do?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that like it's different from any other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i need to bail you out of jail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the Amex at the ready. I can bail you out from here.   OR...even better, I can fly to Texas and kick some ass with you!  I  could go for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me laugh. I am not the type of person that keeps her mouth shut under pretty much any situation. I guess all of my friends know that is the case as well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-7319981297303585608?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7319981297303585608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/filter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7319981297303585608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7319981297303585608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/09/filter.html' title='Filter...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8782981899046387161</id><published>2010-08-30T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:03:47.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade/Koolaide Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9ad0KVmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KX-CKl0hDHo/s1600/DSCF6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9ad0KVmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KX-CKl0hDHo/s320/DSCF6630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417937628124770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren, Haley Ruff and Lucy Munoz decided to do a lemonade stand. But it actually turned in to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;koolaide&lt;/span&gt;/fruit snack stand. Mind you the fruit snacks came from the house and Lauren says she really doesn't need to pay us for the fruit snacks. Since she lives in the house and we should all share. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; !!  They charged $.50 a glass and $.25 for fruit snacks.  They somehow managed to make $17. I think most people that drove by and stopped wouldn't take change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9aItmRcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dkxUd2Nxoig/s1600/DSCF6629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9aItmRcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dkxUd2Nxoig/s320/DSCF6629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417931963450818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were outside for 2 hours and only came in the house once. They had a fabulous time and want to do it again next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9ZoSkoII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/qG-kXnFDvvc/s1600/DSCF6628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9ZoSkoII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/qG-kXnFDvvc/s320/DSCF6628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417923260162178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9MJRd3UI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Vc5lDmR5iMs/s1600/DSCF6626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9MJRd3UI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Vc5lDmR5iMs/s320/DSCF6626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417691595726146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9Lvjj8AI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tXGyPV9eN0U/s1600/DSCF6625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9Lvjj8AI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tXGyPV9eN0U/s320/DSCF6625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417684692299778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9K6Ng-QI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HlZWB6d2IjY/s1600/DSCF6624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9K6Ng-QI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HlZWB6d2IjY/s320/DSCF6624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417670372751618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9KuYnR-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/gFOuT6l_MIc/s1600/DSCF6623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9KuYnR-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/gFOuT6l_MIc/s320/DSCF6623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417667198076898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9KIRN6LI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jKvzOwLJzJU/s1600/DSCF6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9KIRN6LI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jKvzOwLJzJU/s320/DSCF6621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417656966506674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8782981899046387161?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8782981899046387161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/lemonadekoolaide-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8782981899046387161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8782981899046387161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/lemonadekoolaide-stand.html' title='Lemonade/Koolaide Stand'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THx9ad0KVmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KX-CKl0hDHo/s72-c/DSCF6630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3681223186289602314</id><published>2010-08-23T11:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:24:49.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKeb9-oCfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wuOvkfPDu0w/s1600/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKeb9-oCfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wuOvkfPDu0w/s320/DSC01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508639497558428146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is sit in my totally quiet house. Only thing I can hear is my dogs snoring.  People will say to me that Walker was in school last year but this just seems so different. Seems so permanent, which it is just not ready for him or her for that matter to grow up. They had a great first morning. Lauren was excited that her brother is going to be at her school. She kept talking to him about what he should and should not do. She told him last night then when he goes to the bath room to PLEASE make sure he pulls his pants up before he comes out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; ! I think that is so she wont get embarrassed. Even though at home he pulls his pants up she just needed to make clear that he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKebjsw_fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/zaUrXH418fA/s1600/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKebjsw_fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/zaUrXH418fA/s320/DSC01402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508639490504195570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker says he already is in love with Mrs Harris. He came down twice last night asking what her name was again. He keeps calling her Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DeVarris&lt;/span&gt; ( his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k teacher was Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Devore&lt;/span&gt; who he adored.)He will figure it out sooner then later I am sure. We are so blessed to have her as his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKebLsKyzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IFif9sYJf3k/s1600/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKebLsKyzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IFif9sYJf3k/s320/DSC01401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508639484059241266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren has Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Culp&lt;/span&gt;. I have heard nothing but fabulous things about her. She has a few kids from her class last year in with her. Also has her good friend Marin. Which she was super excited about. I cant believe that we have a 3rd grader. Where has the time gone ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKeaqKHU-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/9JuDCOJ058w/s1600/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKeaqKHU-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/9JuDCOJ058w/s320/DSC01395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508639475058037730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point Walker so over us taking pictures. He was ready to get in the building and get started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKdt80Y-II/AAAAAAAAAYg/57hCioPvmOU/s1600/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKdtp18ZSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/mwnRF4damRc/s1600/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKdtp18ZSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/mwnRF4damRc/s320/DSC01391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508638701879321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I know that Lauren's backpack is almost as big as she is but she had to have this messenger bag from Justice. She went only with her Daddy to pick it out.  She was so happy with what she found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKds4necHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DdCsQAn_IKs/s1600/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKds4necHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DdCsQAn_IKs/s320/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508638688665301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKdsc44EWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3mZpl_JnaX8/s1600/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKdsc44EWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3mZpl_JnaX8/s320/DSC01389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508638681222091106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic of Walker. It shows all of the excitement on his face. He's so ready. Lets see how he is come the end of the week and he's exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKdsKIP_3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/YGHOAs8DFJY/s1600/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKdsKIP_3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/YGHOAs8DFJY/s320/DSC01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508638676186300274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to be a great year for both of the kids. We love them so much and so happy for them both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3681223186289602314?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3681223186289602314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3681223186289602314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3681223186289602314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of school...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/THKeb9-oCfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wuOvkfPDu0w/s72-c/DSC01393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4793839967215758263</id><published>2010-08-22T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:14:16.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions..</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I am so sad to see my sweet baby boy go to kindergarten tomorrow morning. He is ready and so excited.. its hard not to be excited for him. He told me at Meet the Teacher that I can go ahead and leave him. He even told his sister that she "needed to get out of his space". Ha.. it was extremely hard for her to stand back and not be the center of attention. I know that he will be awesome but hes the one that I worry about sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally forgot the camera on Friday so tomorrow we have to get lots of pics..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4793839967215758263?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4793839967215758263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4793839967215758263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4793839967215758263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8821629497727246101</id><published>2010-08-04T22:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:42:27.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PTA Mom's gone wild..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo-aCjunvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bwqFkT7DLuk/s1600/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo-aCjunvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bwqFkT7DLuk/s320/DSC01262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501778511870729970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was one of the lucky ones (ha)that got to got to go to Austin for the PTA state convention. The day before we left our beloved PTA president was unable to attend due to an illness in her family. So in the words of Shelley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harralla&lt;/span&gt; we were TOTALLY "unsupervised". Which needless to say didn't say much.. we were all pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;low key&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun getting to know some of the other gals on the board with me. We had lots of laughs and I guess you could say we learned a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo-ZTnverI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7BhVBqrTaHQ/s1600/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo-ZTnverI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7BhVBqrTaHQ/s320/DSC01261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501778499271097010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet friend Mel Crosby who was there with Allen Elementary. We miss her so at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bledsoe&lt;/span&gt;. Sweet sweet lady.. LOVE her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo98htT2uI/AAAAAAAAAXo/2jwWo7yXxNU/s1600/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo98htT2uI/AAAAAAAAAXo/2jwWo7yXxNU/s320/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501778004836342498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the day of training was over we made our way over to see Carrie Ruff's Dad play in his Hobo band. They were AWESOME.. I got the biggest kick out of her Dad on the microphone. He loved the spotlight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; he would start to talk Carrie and her sisters would all roll their eyes. Too funny !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo98JJIiLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/s24Q3BycUr8/s1600/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo98JJIiLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/s24Q3BycUr8/s320/DSC01250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501777998242154674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo9i4KNXCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SCfaC3HvGVw/s1600/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo9i4KNXCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SCfaC3HvGVw/s320/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501777564186532898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fabulous weekend. I left having made closer friendships to some great ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8821629497727246101?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8821629497727246101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/pta-moms-gone-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8821629497727246101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8821629497727246101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/pta-moms-gone-wild.html' title='PTA Mom&apos;s gone wild..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFo-aCjunvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bwqFkT7DLuk/s72-c/DSC01262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-369792236655916411</id><published>2010-08-04T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:45:41.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFolvgtz8dI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NYbWbk0VXro/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFolvgtz8dI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NYbWbk0VXro/s320/106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501751392952644050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say more.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-369792236655916411?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/369792236655916411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/369792236655916411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/369792236655916411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/hell.html' title='HELL'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFolvgtz8dI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NYbWbk0VXro/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-7294957585680603462</id><published>2010-08-04T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:44:31.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFokNN6GEhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sfmE-DK7iu4/s1600/cheer+camp+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFokNN6GEhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sfmE-DK7iu4/s320/cheer+camp+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501749704276709906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Lauren's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year to cheer for the Dolphins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FFL&lt;/span&gt; squad. She LOVES every minute of it. Loves all the girls and LOVES her coaches. We are so happy that she has finally found something that she truly likes. She played soccer and that was not her thing. Bless her heart she played for 4 seasons and only scored one goal. So between soccer and dance she has found her calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFojv4xxlAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rZhUiboKSNQ/s1600/Cheer+camp+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFojv4xxlAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/rZhUiboKSNQ/s320/Cheer+camp+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501749200388461570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Emma. They are 2 crazy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFojaTOhfVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pH5XdzVrQUg/s1600/cheer+camp+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFojaTOhfVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pH5XdzVrQUg/s320/cheer+camp+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501748829531241810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the girls before the went in for cheer camp. It's going to be a great season. GO DOLPHINS !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-7294957585680603462?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7294957585680603462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheer-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7294957585680603462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7294957585680603462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheer-camp.html' title='Cheer Camp'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TFokNN6GEhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sfmE-DK7iu4/s72-c/cheer+camp+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2284557395613563145</id><published>2010-07-20T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:38:22.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TEZ3x9lC-XI/AAAAAAAAAWg/egyvoNOBeWs/s1600/L%26W+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TEZ3x9lC-XI/AAAAAAAAAWg/egyvoNOBeWs/s320/L%26W+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212095479511410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TEZ3xvPxXkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Q6gUK-L12SE/s1600/L%26W+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TEZ3xvPxXkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Q6gUK-L12SE/s320/L%26W+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212091632180802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TEZ3xF52iVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Yn0--eR5bG4/s1600/L%26W+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TEZ3xF52iVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Yn0--eR5bG4/s320/L%26W+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212080534391122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could it be that they aren't fighting ?? I feel like all summer long all I have said to my kids is "stop fighting ".  Well, we went to the library the other day to try and fill up our afternoon. As we were leaving I realized that we had not had ONE fight. NOT ONE.. so I got some pics of the kids to remember this momentous occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 30 something days left of summer. I can do it.. YES I CAN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2284557395613563145?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2284557395613563145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2284557395613563145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2284557395613563145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TEZ3x9lC-XI/AAAAAAAAAWg/egyvoNOBeWs/s72-c/L%26W+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2942380769262990307</id><published>2010-07-11T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:24:07.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like big butts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TDp7ciQYmkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QeC3sI7iDw0/s1600/Barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TDp7ciQYmkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QeC3sI7iDw0/s320/Barbie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492838425693821506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most little girls Lauren loves to play with Barbies.  But now she has become obsessed with the "ethnic" Barbies. Because in Lauren words" I love that they have lips and big booties". Then she asks ''when will by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bottie&lt;/span&gt; get big". As I tell her" Honey,  trust me you don't want one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2942380769262990307?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2942380769262990307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-big-butts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2942380769262990307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2942380769262990307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-big-butts.html' title='I Like big butts...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TDp7ciQYmkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QeC3sI7iDw0/s72-c/Barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-7772794589325563016</id><published>2010-06-29T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:16:39.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 9th Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpZkdmbxeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Wf_aV0zS9E/s1600/Lauren+cowgirl+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpZkdmbxeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Wf_aV0zS9E/s320/Lauren+cowgirl+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488297578860365282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cant believe my sweet baby girl is 9 yrs old. She is turning into such a sweet little lady. We spent her birthday at Nana and Granddaddy's. She had a great time helping Nana make her favorite cake EVER. It's a Fudge cake.. We had an amazing time at the farm. I love you sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpZjrIwX9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/SrFAd06gnnc/s1600/Lauren+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpZjrIwX9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/SrFAd06gnnc/s320/Lauren+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488297565314113490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpZijuyqfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IGTJ0qnPRwI/s1600/Lauren+bday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpZijuyqfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IGTJ0qnPRwI/s320/Lauren+bday+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488297546146294258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-7772794589325563016?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/7772794589325563016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-9th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7772794589325563016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/7772794589325563016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-9th-birthday.html' title='Happy 9th Birthday...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpZkdmbxeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Wf_aV0zS9E/s72-c/Lauren+cowgirl+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3731035683026451237</id><published>2010-06-29T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:36:45.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The bugs LOVE Walker.. Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpXRLzqkkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3iFTb5K6Mig/s1600/Walker+farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpXRLzqkkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3iFTb5K6Mig/s320/Walker+farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488295048643252802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker loves my parents farm so much but the ants/bugs LOVE to bite him. Poor guy got attacked by something the first day we were there and his foot doubled in size from the swelling. After that he made sure to have his Grandaddy put ant killer down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpXQ5vwKLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q90BmyP7aTQ/s1600/Walker+swollen+foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpXQ5vwKLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q90BmyP7aTQ/s320/Walker+swollen+foot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488295043795003570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3731035683026451237?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3731035683026451237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/bugs-love-walker-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3731035683026451237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3731035683026451237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/bugs-love-walker-not.html' title='The bugs LOVE Walker.. Not...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpXRLzqkkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3iFTb5K6Mig/s72-c/Walker+farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3934642520153003047</id><published>2010-06-29T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:26:04.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpWCYGnIdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EnxfAsdGR1k/s1600/Walker+booty+farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpWCYGnIdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EnxfAsdGR1k/s320/Walker+booty+farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488293694734279122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker thinks that he can run around naked on the farm. He keeps saying that Granddaddy says its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to pee outside. Well as you can see he took what Granddaddy said to heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3934642520153003047?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3934642520153003047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3934642520153003047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3934642520153003047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-life.html' title='Farm Life..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TCpWCYGnIdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EnxfAsdGR1k/s72-c/Walker+booty+farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-9214919292186298329</id><published>2010-06-16T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:45:00.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip-hop all the way.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmusKhbdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d1dYSxeNO7s/s1600/Lauren-hiphop+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmusKhbdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d1dYSxeNO7s/s320/Lauren-hiphop+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483456604871421394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren took dance this year for the first time and has fallen in love. She loved everything about it. Honestly I think her favorite part was the make-up and hair for the recital. She told me the other day that she REALLY wants to take 2 or 3 classes in the fall. I think it has to do with the fact that she can be on stage that many times.  She absolutely LOVED being on stage and even said the only thing she needs a microphone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; !! Her singing voice may scare people away. I told her she needs to keep her day job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmuLWuISI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sddzDEDocwQ/s1600/Lauren-hiphop+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmuLWuISI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sddzDEDocwQ/s320/Lauren-hiphop+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483456596064215330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; meet a few years ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caitlyn's&lt;/span&gt; younger sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; was in Walker's class a few years in a row. So glad the girls  able to share this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmQLhcF_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/yvZJet40hD0/s1600/Lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmQLhcF_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/yvZJet40hD0/s320/Lauren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483456080713095154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmPjnc7tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uwuQS_oV-Xk/s1600/recital-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmPjnc7tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uwuQS_oV-Xk/s320/recital-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483456070000897746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of these girls are just so sweet. Juliann ( the Queen of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; ) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; took most of these pics and did a great job. We are so thankful that we have become friends. Lauren absolutely loves all of the girls. Hopefully we can share dance class again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmPNE54TI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tREWOTBZiwQ/s1600/recital-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmPNE54TI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tREWOTBZiwQ/s320/recital-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483456063950414130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmOmx-nfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2UhKHZtYPGo/s1600/recital-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmOmx-nfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/2UhKHZtYPGo/s320/recital-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483456053670485490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was an awesome experience for Lauren. I think we may have found her calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-9214919292186298329?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/9214919292186298329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/hip-hop-all-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9214919292186298329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9214919292186298329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/06/hip-hop-all-way.html' title='Hip-hop all the way.....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/TBkmusKhbdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d1dYSxeNO7s/s72-c/Lauren-hiphop+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1654596041591494983</id><published>2010-05-11T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:02:35.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lw0dsNkKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VOl1EZ63p8g/s1600/Lauren%27s+pics+09+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lw0dsNkKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VOl1EZ63p8g/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470027269043753122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you to my sweet family for making my birthday and Mother's Day so special. I know it can be a bit much with both of them so close together. But they made both of my days amazing. I love them all so very much. Lauren and Ken went shopping for my b-day and got me bath stuff and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;starbuck's&lt;/span&gt; gift card. For Mother's Day we let the tradition continue, we went and picked out plants for the yard. All in all it was a great weekend. Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lwkXfabwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9lm0HfekBxY/s1600/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lwkXfabwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9lm0HfekBxY/s320/DSC00443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470026992501550850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1654596041591494983?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1654596041591494983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1654596041591494983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1654596041591494983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lw0dsNkKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VOl1EZ63p8g/s72-c/Lauren%27s+pics+09+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5155997039089203802</id><published>2010-05-11T09:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:53:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-luHcKhDhI/AAAAAAAAATs/uPVkB2TNxTg/s1600/2009_10300011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-luHcKhDhI/AAAAAAAAATs/uPVkB2TNxTg/s320/2009_10300011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470024296516619794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I took Walker to his Kinder-Kick-off meeting. He was so excited and kept saying that NOW I get to go to Lauren's school. When we walked in the door of the school he said, "Mommy, I know where the bathroom and water fountain are.. you can go..". He thought he was going to get the stay and go to school. He is so ready to go just not sure if I am. He's my little boy and it makes me tear up to think if him as my kinder kid. I know that he will be in fabulous hands at Bledsoe it just makes me sad to see him grow up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know he loves me so much. Last night I had a meeting and when I got home and checked on him he was crying. I asked why are you crying he said, Mommy because I am loving you." Just makes my hear melt. Sweet thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-luG8FZXRI/AAAAAAAAATk/hkxDD92sXE8/s1600/2009_09260011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-luG8FZXRI/AAAAAAAAATk/hkxDD92sXE8/s320/2009_09260011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470024287905209618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-ltilHXYBI/AAAAAAAAATc/ImS04euRNt4/s1600/2009_09260014.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-ltTWolPtI/AAAAAAAAATU/hwsrR2hX6Xw/s1600/2009_08240021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lsIozaSJI/AAAAAAAAATE/ttXbbK7xfcQ/s320/2005_1008Image0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470022118065981586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lrwgysLzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/u2uqbQuu0X8/s1600/2005_0416Image0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lrwgysLzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/u2uqbQuu0X8/s320/2005_0416Image0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470021703598616370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lrkLYoHEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JzuXYRuOHSo/s1600/2005_0328Image0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lrkLYoHEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JzuXYRuOHSo/s320/2005_0328Image0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470021491693722690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lq41IWuwI/AAAAAAAAASs/FXd5c4W27lY/s1600/2004_1211Image0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-lq41IWuwI/AAAAAAAAASs/FXd5c4W27lY/s320/2004_1211Image0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470020746985519874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5155997039089203802?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5155997039089203802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5155997039089203802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5155997039089203802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone ????'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S-luHcKhDhI/AAAAAAAAATs/uPVkB2TNxTg/s72-c/2009_10300011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1969746750526706702</id><published>2010-04-18T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:53:09.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It took 5 years.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S8u21UR9XaI/AAAAAAAAASk/MyI00dqYQiA/s1600/walker+haircut+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S8u21UR9XaI/AAAAAAAAASk/MyI00dqYQiA/s320/walker+haircut+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461660000210214306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Walker 5 years but he finally was able to get a hair cut and not scream the entire time. Also he allowed the gal to put an apron on him without totally freaking out. When it was over he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of himself. Then he says Mom its time to go to Target and get a prize. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; !! Of course we did go and get him a prize. Good job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S8u207pfxdI/AAAAAAAAASc/FvnU4-1gecs/s1600/walker+haircut+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S8u207pfxdI/AAAAAAAAASc/FvnU4-1gecs/s320/walker+haircut+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461659993598051794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S8u20fcmtjI/AAAAAAAAASU/Ap2TgEamiWQ/s1600/Walker+haircut+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S8u20fcmtjI/AAAAAAAAASU/Ap2TgEamiWQ/s320/Walker+haircut+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461659986027787826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1969746750526706702?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1969746750526706702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-took-5-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1969746750526706702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1969746750526706702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-took-5-years.html' title='It took 5 years.....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S8u21UR9XaI/AAAAAAAAASk/MyI00dqYQiA/s72-c/walker+haircut+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8050169529050217297</id><published>2010-03-31T22:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:59:51.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>I promise that I will get this update this weekend. My laptop has been all jacked up. Ken is home to save the day. He is my live in tech guy.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8050169529050217297?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8050169529050217297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8050169529050217297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8050169529050217297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1848621055931925421</id><published>2010-03-21T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:33:16.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker's Spring Program...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZNzo0puvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mD7pFJc0CFk/s1600-h/Random+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZNzo0puvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mD7pFJc0CFk/s320/Random+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451129948505488114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker had his spring program at school right before the break. He really didn't want anything  to do with it. Even though his teacher said that he did great during the practices. All of the smiles  for the camera were after the program was over. Ken was only able to get one shot of him doing the hand motions to the songs. Of course he sat by his favorite teacher , "My Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeVore&lt;/span&gt;". Its going to be sad when school is out in June.. he is going to miss her tons. We all love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZNy6LV8kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SLoeqhU0DRo/s1600-h/Random+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZNy6LV8kI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SLoeqhU0DRo/s320/Random+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451129935984194114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZNyWtsnBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_VJEAMRcUKk/s1600-h/Random+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZNyWtsnBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_VJEAMRcUKk/s320/Random+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451129926464609298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMX4FryYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/A-P608asIt4/s1600-h/Random+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMX4FryYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/A-P608asIt4/s320/Random+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128372055492994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His entire Pre-K class. They all did an awesome job. But I think Mrs Devore was glad that was all over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMXf1dxII/AAAAAAAAAQU/M2DgWBdi3YE/s1600-h/Random+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMXf1dxII/AAAAAAAAAQU/M2DgWBdi3YE/s320/Random+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128365545014402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMWy1FO0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QjbQVwk6H2k/s1600-h/Random+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMWy1FO0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QjbQVwk6H2k/s320/Random+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128353463810882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMWsuMxKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hi-R6zAUV6Q/s1600-h/Random+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMWsuMxKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hi-R6zAUV6Q/s320/Random+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128351824331938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMWIy2L0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/85I3fv3Jg78/s1600-h/Random+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZMWIy2L0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/85I3fv3Jg78/s320/Random+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128342180147010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1848621055931925421?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1848621055931925421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/walkers-spring-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1848621055931925421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1848621055931925421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/walkers-spring-program.html' title='Walker&apos;s Spring Program...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6ZNzo0puvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mD7pFJc0CFk/s72-c/Random+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-446382315378831724</id><published>2010-03-20T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:49:29.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkCE-sXqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wT4rhMR-VPU/s1600-h/Random+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkCE-sXqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wT4rhMR-VPU/s320/Random+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450943279605243554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was 50's/ Sock-hop at Lauren's school. She wanted nothing to do with a poodle skirt. So this is what we came up with. Pretty cute if you ask me. BTW- that is her brothers 5T button down. If only I was as petite is she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkBdwsOoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XAMgapLnxhE/s1600-h/Random+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkBdwsOoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XAMgapLnxhE/s320/Random+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450943269077531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkBJ3i-1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/zAaKsAVLyFc/s1600-h/Random+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkBJ3i-1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/zAaKsAVLyFc/s320/Random+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450943263737576274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkAqGvJRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MJSjS7D9dg4/s1600-h/Random+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkAqGvJRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MJSjS7D9dg4/s320/Random+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450943255211353362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-446382315378831724?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/446382315378831724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/50s-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/446382315378831724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/446382315378831724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/50s-day.html' title='50&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WkCE-sXqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wT4rhMR-VPU/s72-c/Random+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8496919340841553906</id><published>2010-03-20T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:47:37.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren's lost her first molar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WTx8fZjnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9_4qZXulPsc/s1600-h/Lauren+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WTx8fZjnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9_4qZXulPsc/s320/Lauren+tooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450925410262552178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the sudden the other night at Nana and Granddaddy's house. Lauren discovered a lose molar. This is not the one she's been working on. It literally just came out with one tug. She was super excited.  Even better that she had an audience to see it happen. The tooth fairy only had $5 ( which usually isn't the going rate) and that was left under her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WTxthsovI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jQFK7TXxR1o/s1600-h/Lauren+tooth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WTxthsovI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jQFK7TXxR1o/s320/Lauren+tooth+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450925406245659378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I normally wouldn't post a picture of the tooth but Lauren says that I had to. So that people could see proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WTxJYTa1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/yoYriqQxUFI/s1600-h/Lauren+tooth+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WTxJYTa1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/yoYriqQxUFI/s320/Lauren+tooth+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450925396542581586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8496919340841553906?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8496919340841553906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/laurens-lost-her-first-molar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8496919340841553906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8496919340841553906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/laurens-lost-her-first-molar.html' title='Lauren&apos;s lost her first molar..'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S6WTx8fZjnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9_4qZXulPsc/s72-c/Lauren+tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3213816045013775921</id><published>2010-03-07T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:34:40.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I please have a ride ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RuerYpDtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vPwIdM-OoKE/s1600-h/Charlie+and+Walker+in+jeep+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RuerYpDtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vPwIdM-OoKE/s320/Charlie+and+Walker+in+jeep+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446099322718981842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to take the puppies on a walk the other day. Ken and I both have to go so because Daisy wants to run the entire time and Charlie ( poor Charlie) is getting so old. He walks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; slow that you are pretty much dragging him the entire time. At one point he decided he wasn't going to walk anymore and Walker was in his jeep. So we stuck him in the jeep with Walker. Walker loved having his buddy Charlie next to him. Charlie wasn't so sure about the ride but he did stay put for a few minutes. Walker said I love Charlie in my jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RueNFVVtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5QjSh7rKDLA/s1600-h/Charlie+and+Walker+in+jeep+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RueNFVVtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5QjSh7rKDLA/s320/Charlie+and+Walker+in+jeep+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446099314584934098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5Rud1J0yQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/s83pAl-dxLQ/s1600-h/Charlie+and+Walker+in+jeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5Rud1J0yQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/s83pAl-dxLQ/s320/Charlie+and+Walker+in+jeep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446099308161321218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3213816045013775921?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3213816045013775921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-please-have-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3213816045013775921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3213816045013775921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-please-have-ride.html' title='Can I please have a ride ???'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RuerYpDtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vPwIdM-OoKE/s72-c/Charlie+and+Walker+in+jeep+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4908119859127148034</id><published>2010-03-07T20:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:54:32.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 girls looking totally cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RlBhtr-bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zCNuC1vA7OM/s1600-h/Lauren+and+Grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RlBhtr-bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zCNuC1vA7OM/s320/Lauren+and+Grace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446088926302042546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren's good friend Grace came over  to hang out ( I was told that they aren't called play dates anymore that she is too old for that).  Grace came in the get up that you see in the pics. So then Lauren had to get in on the fun. These 2 were cracking me up thinking they looked so cool.  They were sure to let Ken and I know that they looked totally cool.  Oh to be 8 yrs old again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiFDyUq_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/0kpoB_wQJVg/s1600-h/Lauren+and+Grace+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiFDyUq_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/0kpoB_wQJVg/s320/Lauren+and+Grace+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446085688453016562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiEzR6pBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0XppaCBYQYE/s1600-h/Lauren+and+G+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiEzR6pBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0XppaCBYQYE/s320/Lauren+and+G+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446085684022125586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiESqmmzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/THYGJz7nKwg/s1600-h/lauren+and+G+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiESqmmzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/THYGJz7nKwg/s320/lauren+and+G+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446085675267300146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiDDLnyHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NQqsNMVc66E/s1600-h/Lauren+and+G+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiDDLnyHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NQqsNMVc66E/s320/Lauren+and+G+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446085653930952818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiCw05xAI/AAAAAAAAANs/hTIUXtK9Gdg/s1600-h/Lauren+and+G+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RiCw05xAI/AAAAAAAAANs/hTIUXtK9Gdg/s320/Lauren+and+G+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446085649003824130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4908119859127148034?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4908119859127148034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-girls-looking-totally-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4908119859127148034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4908119859127148034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-girls-looking-totally-cool.html' title='2 girls looking totally cool...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S5RlBhtr-bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zCNuC1vA7OM/s72-c/Lauren+and+Grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2010163572288075866</id><published>2010-03-04T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:44:41.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lord.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4_GVOkXjyI/AAAAAAAAANk/09Vje_7c4qg/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4_GVOkXjyI/AAAAAAAAANk/09Vje_7c4qg/s320/Jan-Feb+10+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444788542504406818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please grant me the patience to deal with my daughter. She told me the other day that, " Mom, you have NEVER gone to 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade you don't understand my homework".  I now know what my Mom meant when she used to say to me I hope you have a child just like you. Well  Lauren is that child she is ME.  I just hope I can survive the teenage years. Please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2010163572288075866?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2010163572288075866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2010163572288075866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2010163572288075866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-lord.html' title='Dear Lord.....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4_GVOkXjyI/AAAAAAAAANk/09Vje_7c4qg/s72-c/Jan-Feb+10+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4135741610767795380</id><published>2010-02-27T22:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:33:31.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the car wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nw8KPNuYI/AAAAAAAAANE/WWN8yWPeOsQ/s1600-h/Walker+carwash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nw8KPNuYI/AAAAAAAAANE/WWN8yWPeOsQ/s320/Walker+carwash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443146540984940930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Walker's favorite thing to do is go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the car wash.  We went today and from the look on his face you can see his excitement.  It's like a Disney ride to him. He could do it over and over again. Only if everyone was so easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nw700PXuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R1obVoq9-80/s1600-h/carwash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nw700PXuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R1obVoq9-80/s320/carwash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443146535234658018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4135741610767795380?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4135741610767795380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-to-car-wash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4135741610767795380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4135741610767795380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-to-car-wash.html' title='Going to the car wash'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nw8KPNuYI/AAAAAAAAANE/WWN8yWPeOsQ/s72-c/Walker+carwash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-9139912272775651432</id><published>2010-02-27T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:26:57.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Godzilla is taking over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nvAIQGmII/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZCnoK7-ZNcE/s1600-h/Godzilla+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nvAIQGmII/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZCnoK7-ZNcE/s320/Godzilla+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443144410148018306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker has a HUGE fascination with Godzilla (thanks to Ken). He sleeps with all of these guys. He carries them all over the house. If I let him they would go everywhere with us.  So when I walked into the family room the other day and was told, " Mommy you can't sit down because Godzilla is about to attack." It was no big shock at all.  Thankfully there was no major destruction from the attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nu_1rx74I/AAAAAAAAAMs/C9Tqd2Gfl4o/s1600-h/Godzilla+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nu_1rx74I/AAAAAAAAAMs/C9Tqd2Gfl4o/s320/Godzilla+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443144405163831170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nu_TuvTZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WYhvh_kCkM8/s1600-h/Godzilla+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nu_TuvTZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WYhvh_kCkM8/s320/Godzilla+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443144396049436050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nu_PYuxEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4rl3b-HOzWM/s1600-h/Godzilla+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nu_PYuxEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4rl3b-HOzWM/s320/Godzilla+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443144394883384386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-9139912272775651432?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/9139912272775651432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/godzilla-is-taking-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9139912272775651432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9139912272775651432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/godzilla-is-taking-over.html' title='Godzilla is taking over....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4nvAIQGmII/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZCnoK7-ZNcE/s72-c/Godzilla+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-2087296467450860029</id><published>2010-02-23T10:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:15:05.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Lauren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P-iWFPAOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jSf3Vvw7hJE/s1600-h/Crazy+Lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P-iWFPAOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jSf3Vvw7hJE/s320/Crazy+Lauren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441472640790233314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren would die if she knew that I am posting the pic. But it cracks me up. This is sooo typical of her taking pics of herself. This face of hers says so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-2087296467450860029?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/2087296467450860029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-lauren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2087296467450860029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/2087296467450860029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-lauren.html' title='Crazy Lauren'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P-iWFPAOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jSf3Vvw7hJE/s72-c/Crazy+Lauren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-9098260542789804248</id><published>2010-02-23T09:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:06:25.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Daisy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P5-hnOpeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/A4A3jicJryg/s1600-h/Daisy+laundry+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P5-hnOpeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/A4A3jicJryg/s320/Daisy+laundry+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441467627363804642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I couldn't find Daisy. I knew she was in the house. But where was the question ? Even when I called her name she did not come out ( which is odd).  I was in the kitchen and something caught my eye.  When I turned there she was cozy and happy bundled up in our CLEAN clothes. So I took the picture and vacated her from your spot. I guess it's not safe to leave a laundry basket down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P5-RfdxvI/AAAAAAAAAME/BFVwkb0Lzx8/s1600-h/Daisy+laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P5-RfdxvI/AAAAAAAAAME/BFVwkb0Lzx8/s320/Daisy+laundry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441467623036274418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-9098260542789804248?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/9098260542789804248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-is-daisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9098260542789804248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/9098260542789804248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-is-daisy.html' title='Where is Daisy?'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S4P5-hnOpeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/A4A3jicJryg/s72-c/Daisy+laundry+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5690301704939237346</id><published>2010-02-17T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:31:39.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker starts T-ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_ov5XxkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lVc9h66HmCg/s1600-h/walker+tball+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_ov5XxkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lVc9h66HmCg/s320/walker+tball+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439433156729488962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker started T-ball today. Even though he calls it, 'Spaceball".  He absolutely loved it.  We were a little worried that he may change his mind once he got to practice. But so far so good. his favorite thing is getting to bat. It made me a little sad seeing him get all dressed in his baseball gear. My baby's growing  up and seeing that he's our last I want to keep him little forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_obDYgkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/giJZE7X-21Q/s1600-h/Walker+tball+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_obDYgkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/giJZE7X-21Q/s320/Walker+tball+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439433151134335554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy was out of town for his first practice but thanks to Mark Bundick for helping Walker out today. Daddy is excited about be able to take Walker-man to next week's practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_n8KPenI/AAAAAAAAALs/gUxff4j7q_I/s1600-h/Walker+tball+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_n8KPenI/AAAAAAAAALs/gUxff4j7q_I/s320/Walker+tball+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439433142841604722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_na8PpxI/AAAAAAAAALc/h5PXf7tYOUo/s1600-h/Walker+tball+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_na8PpxI/AAAAAAAAALc/h5PXf7tYOUo/s320/Walker+tball+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439433133924525842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5690301704939237346?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5690301704939237346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/walker-starts-t-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5690301704939237346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5690301704939237346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/walker-starts-t-ball.html' title='Walker starts T-ball'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3y_ov5XxkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lVc9h66HmCg/s72-c/walker+tball+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-3120104359844442591</id><published>2010-02-17T16:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:02:32.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xpsnXhSdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZGdyNyFXROI/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+10+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xpsnXhSdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZGdyNyFXROI/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+10+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338665159510482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the snow last week and the school cancellations. The kids Valentine's parties were rescheduled for this week. Walker had 2 parties since he goes to speech as well his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-K school. Walker's teacher Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DeVore&lt;/span&gt; or has Walker calls her , ''My Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Devore&lt;/span&gt;". I think really that was his Valentine. He loves her so much. Just as much as she loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xpsKKBKgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uC9t4VZ3gus/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+10+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xpsKKBKgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uC9t4VZ3gus/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+10+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338657318251010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was able to make all 3 parties. The kids had a great time and I was happy to get to see them get all of their Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xprxnY3qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8Sdt9zyuUEo/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+10+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xprxnY3qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8Sdt9zyuUEo/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+10+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338650730552994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and her desk buddy Leah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vaile&lt;/span&gt;. Of course she was none to pleased that Walker had 2 Valentine's parties. But as we told her she has been able to do many things her brother has not. She should be happy that he gets to have 2 parties. She was super excited to help him go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;  all of his goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xprn9Jn3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hYEjqg0mrRg/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+10+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xprn9Jn3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hYEjqg0mrRg/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+10+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338648137473906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xprL8j_TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YK1_1CfL0QI/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+10+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xprL8j_TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/YK1_1CfL0QI/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+10+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338640618814770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all it was a great Valentine's day. Fun had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-3120104359844442591?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/3120104359844442591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-parties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3120104359844442591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/3120104359844442591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-parties.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Parties'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3xpsnXhSdI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZGdyNyFXROI/s72-c/Lauren%27s+pics+10+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1700638291299992727</id><published>2010-02-11T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:33:47.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TJG0UvSYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/On2QacNkM74/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TJG0UvSYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/On2QacNkM74/s320/Picture+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437191769105058178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Texas people. I have lived here most of my life and have NEVER seen this much snow. Actually the news says this is " Snowiest day ever in North Texas ".  It started early this morning around 4 am and is expected to go until midnight. Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare if people try to get out. School is already canceled. Which is probably a good thing, even though by 10am I am sure I will wish that school is going on. The kids had a blast in the snow made snowmen, had snowball fights ( well Walker's fight was with Daisy not really fair but funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TJGZPwI-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-XqAdSewesM/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TJGZPwI-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-XqAdSewesM/s320/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437191761836385250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and Bella ( our neighbors daughter) worked really hard on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snowgirl&lt;/span&gt;. The eyes are made out of strawberries, nose carrot and mouth is yo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gort&lt;/span&gt; balls. Lauren even decided to put her very "high fashion" hand knitted scarf that Nana made on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snowgirl&lt;/span&gt;.  They had a blast making  her and worked very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TJFzqG2zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RRuS1hVNqxI/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TJFzqG2zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RRuS1hVNqxI/s320/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437191751746378546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB2hxeQlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LyQnGazpvqo/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB2hxeQlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LyQnGazpvqo/s320/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183792666002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana and Granddaddy have been visiting us for a few days. The plan was to leave my house and head over to Jerry and Robin's house. Well on the way they found out that Ellie's play was canceled and with all of the bad weather they decided to high-tail it back to Houston.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to get stuck up here for a few days in all of the mess. They have their brains on one thing and that is the BIG move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brehnam&lt;/span&gt;.  BTW- Mom where is your coat ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB2cL5bhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2kEt_N2ozjQ/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB2cL5bhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2kEt_N2ozjQ/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183791166221842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB1zpN17I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gp_XQMX_kfA/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB1zpN17I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gp_XQMX_kfA/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183780283340722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB1tpRKkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4yNjKO_OwtQ/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB1tpRKkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4yNjKO_OwtQ/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183778672945730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB1PLHsZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YBNBv1rczr8/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TB1PLHsZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YBNBv1rczr8/s320/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183770493432210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all everyone had a great day. Daisy even loved getting out in the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1700638291299992727?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1700638291299992727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1700638291299992727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1700638291299992727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-snow.html' title='Crazy Snow'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3TJG0UvSYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/On2QacNkM74/s72-c/Picture+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4900623780106701038</id><published>2010-02-09T11:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:26:07.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZeOY1VUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7aDhie4Elg4/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZeOY1VUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7aDhie4Elg4/s320/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436294969750279490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reminded again this week that we never know when something could happen. A friend from high school lost her brother in a senseless accident.  It was a reminder to me that we need to tell our husbands, kids, parents, brothers, sisters, and all of those we care about that we love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZdoBKtgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_-LGPbOXpPo/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZdoBKtgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_-LGPbOXpPo/s320/DSC00415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436294959450469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZdCBjQjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Vubi6zxU2kY/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZdCBjQjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Vubi6zxU2kY/s320/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436294949251531314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZcTUad9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/xi0OD_gSwXM/s1600-h/2009_06180069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZcTUad9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/xi0OD_gSwXM/s320/2009_06180069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436294936714180562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZcE_e7DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/b0m3v-BaRq8/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZcE_e7DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/b0m3v-BaRq8/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436294932868295730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4900623780106701038?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4900623780106701038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4900623780106701038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4900623780106701038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you.html' title='I love you...'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S3GZeOY1VUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7aDhie4Elg4/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6744937657359660067</id><published>2010-02-07T14:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:11:17.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughther Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283UhhE_YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N2pByjLoDyc/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283UhhE_YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N2pByjLoDyc/s320/Jan-Feb+10+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435624100993498498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the 4th year that Lauren and Ken have gone to the Daddy Daughter Dance. It is something that they both look forward to all year. We were actually able to find a dress and agree on it when we went to the first store. Which is a huge shock since she thinks I have no fashion sense. When Ken got home from his trip I asked Lauren if she wanted to show Daddy her new outfit. She said nope I want it all to be a surprise. So sweet. So when she got dressed yesterday we had to do everything ( hair etc.. ) in her room. So that Daddy would not see her until she was completely ready. She decided that she wanted to curl her hair.  Which is no easy challenge with her head of hair but we did and it turned out cute. Thanks to Emily W. and her curling iron.  When Lauren she finally was ready and made her grand debut down the stairs. She had Daddy keep his eyes closed.  When he opened them he was taken back by how grown up she looked and got a tear or two in his eye ( even though he says he's a man and that didn't happen). Whatever he cried looking at his little girl looking so big. Its hard to see her growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283UVyfTmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/G9tpPFlPkjE/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283UVyfTmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/G9tpPFlPkjE/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435624097845300834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana bought Lauren this very fancy coat last year. Other then church we dont have a whole lot of places to wear it. She was very excited that it was cold enough out to get to wear it. She calls it a " Princess Coat" because it twirls around.  Thanks again Nana for the coat. We love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283UC0vsFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tYTNaJjz218/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283UC0vsFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tYTNaJjz218/s320/Jan-Feb+10+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435624092754489426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283Th7G8mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GETDt3qsVfk/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283Th7G8mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GETDt3qsVfk/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435624083922809442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to get a family picture before they left.  Getting Walker to participate was a challenge in itself but this was was good as we could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283TV6hJlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r5EtofVeJMw/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283TV6hJlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r5EtofVeJMw/s320/Jan-Feb+10+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435624080699106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and Ansley have been friends since we moved here. They are great BFF's and love to do thing's together.  The night would have not been complete without a picture with Ans. Also getting to do some moves in the dance floor with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zI8EcJ_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/m4qUo_KaioE/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zI8EcJ_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/m4qUo_KaioE/s320/Jan-Feb+10+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435619503916197874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zIuf6dqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r5-t8bPPbw8/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zIuf6dqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r5-t8bPPbw8/s320/Jan-Feb+10+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435619500273333922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zIHXZ4LI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZqkSTMY9n1E/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zIHXZ4LI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZqkSTMY9n1E/s320/Jan-Feb+10+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435619489768661170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zHiCOVFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mPDkCnw3MtQ/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zHiCOVFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mPDkCnw3MtQ/s320/Jan-Feb+10+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435619479747712082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zHEEgDKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/btGKj06alrM/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28zHEEgDKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/btGKj06alrM/s320/Jan-Feb+10+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435619471704198306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all they had a fabulous night. One that they will remember for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6744937657359660067?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6744937657359660067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddy-daughther-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6744937657359660067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6744937657359660067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddy-daughther-dance.html' title='Daddy Daughther Dance'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S283UhhE_YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N2pByjLoDyc/s72-c/Jan-Feb+10+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-1941353693788232276</id><published>2010-02-07T14:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:54:34.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Godzilla protects the popcorn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28mkR-VcSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZmBkRjdDdbA/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28mkR-VcSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZmBkRjdDdbA/s320/Jan-Feb+10+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435605680001478946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker has a thing about Godzilla ( thanks to Ken ).  He loves anything Godzilla, movies, the plush dolls etc....  When I asked Walker what Godzilla was doing next to the popcorn he says, " Mommy, Godzilla is protecting the popcorn from Daisy."  She does try to eat anything and everything that is within her reach. He was determined that Godzilla would keep her at bay. Not so sure about that but if he feels that his popcorn is safer with Godzilla as his "Heavy", then go for Walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28mj_GrS_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/2RNHDCQdP6Q/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28mj_GrS_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/2RNHDCQdP6Q/s320/Jan-Feb+10+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435605674936191986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please note that Godzilla is not keeping Lauren and her friend away from the popcorn. I guess you can't get everything you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28mjWbIqdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qc6HQoxaxRI/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28mjWbIqdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qc6HQoxaxRI/s320/Jan-Feb+10+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435605664016148946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-1941353693788232276?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/1941353693788232276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/godzilla-protects-popcorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1941353693788232276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/1941353693788232276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/godzilla-protects-popcorn.html' title='Godzilla protects the popcorn....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28mkR-VcSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZmBkRjdDdbA/s72-c/Jan-Feb+10+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5407928172788889329</id><published>2010-02-07T14:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:40:22.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Frisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28ilWQhZeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-75Fjm-ipKo/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28ilWQhZeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-75Fjm-ipKo/s320/Jan-Feb+10+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435601300284859874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am behind on some of my posts. Back in December we had a few snow days. For the " big snow fall" we were in Houston. Thankfully for the kids sakes we had another one a few days after we got home.  Walker wanted to find anything and everything he could that was coated with ice and knock it off. He kept telling me that we needed to have an "ice storm".  Mommy  we need a , "giant ice storm".  Really that's okay because around here we get a little bit of ice an FISD decides to shut school down for the day. Which of course the kids love but not the Mommy's so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28ilLSqUzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UJw_7iFYuyE/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28ilLSqUzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UJw_7iFYuyE/s320/Jan-Feb+10+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435601297341043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28ikrQvyCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MajTJWgxMTI/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28ikrQvyCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MajTJWgxMTI/s320/Jan-Feb+10+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435601288743077922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5407928172788889329?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5407928172788889329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-frisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5407928172788889329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5407928172788889329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-frisco.html' title='Snow in Frisco'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28ilWQhZeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-75Fjm-ipKo/s72-c/Jan-Feb+10+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8638053673717575388</id><published>2010-02-07T14:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:12:25.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>80's are back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28chRgB7LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0XB24J37UoU/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28chRgB7LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0XB24J37UoU/s320/Jan-Feb+10+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594633218485426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren definitely has her own fashion sense.  When she came in with a "side ponytail" I had to laugh because I can remember the when I wore by hair like that. When I told her that she just had this look on her face. Then turns and says, Mommy, " you don't know fashion like I do. " If you know Lauren at all you know that is one of her favorite things to say is that " she knows fashion".  Gotta love an 8 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28cg6rdw9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ykVw1_Vfbts/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+10+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28cg6rdw9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ykVw1_Vfbts/s320/Jan-Feb+10+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435594627092431826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8638053673717575388?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8638053673717575388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/80s-are-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8638053673717575388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8638053673717575388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/02/80s-are-back.html' title='80&apos;s are back'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S28chRgB7LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0XB24J37UoU/s72-c/Jan-Feb+10+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-5005415394069132794</id><published>2010-01-29T22:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:18:26.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not another blood test ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2O-IRFK-EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kHsLKjw4m5A/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2O-IRFK-EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kHsLKjw4m5A/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432394624772274242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As many of you know Lauren has Hashimoto's Disease.  She has no thryroid and will have to be on synthroid for life more than likely. In the beginning she had to have a blood test every 4 weeks. Now its just every 6 months.  She has truly been a trooper when she has to get these tests done. Even though she knows that we end up at Target or Learning Express for a sympathy gift.  After this last visit she was extremely excited to find out that she finally weighs over 50 lbs. I have tried to explain to her that being petite is NOT a bad thing at all. But I am just her Mom and what do I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2O-IKbnFnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bG5AUAxBPZg/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2O-IKbnFnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bG5AUAxBPZg/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432394622987343474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2O-Hgq-k1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CuACqTb7Rkw/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2O-Hgq-k1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CuACqTb7Rkw/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432394611777508178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-5005415394069132794?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/5005415394069132794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-another-blood-test.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5005415394069132794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/5005415394069132794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-another-blood-test.html' title='Not another blood test ....'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2O-IRFK-EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kHsLKjw4m5A/s72-c/Lauren%27s+pics+09+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-4032909857174834636</id><published>2010-01-28T11:12:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:47:56.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2IekCINNtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OnI-XAhhZXo/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2IekCINNtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OnI-XAhhZXo/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431937704957654738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walker loves the ladies. But he REALLY loves Ava Baja (  our neighbors little girl). I think the feeling is mutual. They are constantly asking for each other. After school one day, Walker says Mommy I need to see, " My Ava, I said she's at school. Mom, I NEED TO SEE HER RIGHT NOW. Walker she's at school with her other friends. Mom she's my girl and doesn't need other friends. ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2Iej9KkrVI/AAAAAAAAADs/kqEf6DlYnks/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2Iej9KkrVI/AAAAAAAAADs/kqEf6DlYnks/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431937703625403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are just like an old married couple. They love each other then are yelling at each other. What cracks me up is Ava will change her clothes completely for Walker. It has to be in one of her many Princess dresses. The pic below sort of tells the story. At one point she was on her elbows looking over at Walker in the chair saying , " Walker look at me I'm a Princess don't I look pretty." She repeats it about 3 times. Then he says, ''Ava, I'm watching TV. " See just like an old married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2IejdVI1nI/AAAAAAAAADk/jev-pbXC7JU/s1600-h/Lauren%27s+pics+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2IejdVI1nI/AAAAAAAAADk/jev-pbXC7JU/s320/Lauren%27s+pics+09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431937695079782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we were over at the Baja's for dinner. As we were leaving Walker grabs Ava's face and plants a BIG wet kiss right on the lips. Julie and I were so bummed that we didn't have a camera.  But if we just wait long enough it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file://///wheels1/My%20Pictures/Lauren%27s%20pics%2009%20033.jpg" alt="" /&gt;                                                                                  &lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Administrator/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Lauren%27s%20pics%2009%20010.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Administrator/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Lauren%27s%20pics%2009%20010.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Administrator/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Lauren%27s%20pics%2009%20010.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Administrator/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Lauren%27s%20pics%2009%20010.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Administrator/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Lauren%27s%20pics%2009%20010.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-4032909857174834636?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/4032909857174834636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/01/young-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4032909857174834636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/4032909857174834636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/01/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2IekCINNtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OnI-XAhhZXo/s72-c/Lauren%27s+pics+09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6697633688629654080</id><published>2010-01-27T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:23:47.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2CEj4EuRpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AB22cXYDYvM/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2CEj4EuRpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AB22cXYDYvM/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431486902491301522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2CCwQba1nI/AAAAAAAAABs/3mte-qKjJsU/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2CCwQba1nI/AAAAAAAAABs/3mte-qKjJsU/s320/DSC00558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431484916164122226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie has been with me since before I even met Ken.  He is the best dog EVER.  Lauren and Walker refer to him as their " Brother the Dog". Anyway, he has gone totally blind and just about completely deaf. It's been an adjustment on all of us.  On Friday I heard this horrible scream coming from the front of the house. Lauren was hysterically screaming. Charlie fell down about 8 steps and she FREAKED out. He was fine but it was our first time that we realized how hard is going to be when he's gone. She even told me, ''Mom, I would trade Daisy if he could stay for ever." He is still in fairly good health but our time with him is getting shorter and shorter. Daisy is a good dog. But she will never be Charlie.  The BEST-EST GOOD DOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6697633688629654080?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6697633688629654080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/01/charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6697633688629654080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6697633688629654080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2010/01/charlie.html' title='Charlie'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2CEj4EuRpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AB22cXYDYvM/s72-c/DSC00567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-8961446571998697188</id><published>2009-05-09T21:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:44:10.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/SgY9DVvSctI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULmexAteY-U/s1600-h/kids+cooking+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/SgY9DVvSctI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULmexAteY-U/s320/kids+cooking+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334017936251318994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/SgY8-7r-FJI/AAAAAAAAABI/S4_WTgkgrBY/s1600-h/kids+cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/SgY8-7r-FJI/AAAAAAAAABI/S4_WTgkgrBY/s320/kids+cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334017860538602642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    With Daddy's help Lauren and Walker made me my all time favorite birthday cake. Mexican Fudge cake, my Mom has made them for birthdays for years.  Now every birthday in our house, the kids want to make a fudge cake.  It was so yummy and best of all made with love. It has been a great birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-8961446571998697188?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/8961446571998697188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-cooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8961446571998697188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/8961446571998697188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-cooking.html' title='Kids cooking'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/SgY9DVvSctI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULmexAteY-U/s72-c/kids+cooking+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440210009166067162.post-6511977731550965639</id><published>2009-04-17T16:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:47:53.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/Sej3i7EMOfI/AAAAAAAAABA/88AJoG8dvoc/s1600-h/Daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/Sej3i7EMOfI/AAAAAAAAABA/88AJoG8dvoc/s200/Daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325778738708494834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/Sej3FcE6d0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjtW_v32WkM/s1600-h/Daisy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/Sej3FcE6d0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjtW_v32WkM/s200/Daisy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325778232173819714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/Sej2-MHnsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qAtaMLkrank/s1600-h/daisy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/Sej2-MHnsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qAtaMLkrank/s200/daisy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325778107631120546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.   I have moments when I think what have we done. I know that Charlie  would like us to send her back or just leave her on the street corner. Lots of people have said that its like having a newborn but the big difference is newborns can't move. Puppies are constant motion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are really enjoy having her around.  Except for when it's time to pick up the poop on the floor. But I do think every kid needs a pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a cutie and even though she can be a big pain in the rear. I guess we will keep her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440210009166067162-6511977731550965639?l=melindawheeley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/feeds/6511977731550965639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2009/04/daisy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6511977731550965639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440210009166067162/posts/default/6511977731550965639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melindawheeley.blogspot.com/2009/04/daisy-love.html' title='Daisy Love'/><author><name>mwheeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06886979938608062205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/S2EML9iDoSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UIRN3tRREIA/S220/2008_0223Image0012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5_SNM43V2Y/Sej3i7EMOfI/AAAAAAAAABA/88AJoG8dvoc/s72-c/Daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
