<?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-3257468039842459739</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:35:30.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat's Cradle</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants and Raves of a Glad to be Mom of Three</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-5301980696135269950</id><published>2010-04-12T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:11:45.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/S8Pu80Lte9I/AAAAAAAAAig/4gkw3E0kMX8/s1600/kids18mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/S8Pu80Lte9I/AAAAAAAAAig/4gkw3E0kMX8/s400/kids18mo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459469901870496722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My littlest baby turned 18 months this weekend.  Whenever she hits a milestone I think its fun to compare my three kiddos at the same stage.  Here are their 18 month stats:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-5301980696135269950?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5301980696135269950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=5301980696135269950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5301980696135269950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5301980696135269950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/18-months.html' title='18 months'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/S8Pu80Lte9I/AAAAAAAAAig/4gkw3E0kMX8/s72-c/kids18mo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-8159905363109844446</id><published>2009-11-16T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:58:41.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365...almost done!</title><content type='html'>Ive been up late tonight editing and setting up my new photography blog:  http://www.cathynoblephotography.com/blog/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited about it!  I know Ive been neglecting this blog...but I intend t get back to it.  My project 365 is almost finished....and I will be back here, back to the original.  Next year I will not be doing my 365.  Instead I will keep more of a photo journal.  I love my 365, Im so glad I did it and Im sure I'll do it again, but Im taking 2010 off! heehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-8159905363109844446?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8159905363109844446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=8159905363109844446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8159905363109844446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8159905363109844446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/365almost-done.html' title='365...almost done!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-8143091930185166585</id><published>2009-07-10T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:24:44.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Slghl16R9BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SR7oMpXAlFE/s1600-h/DSC_0444-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Slghl16R9BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SR7oMpXAlFE/s400/DSC_0444-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357068690767606802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sweet baby girl is 9 months old today!&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn is such a sweet baby. She loves music and "dancing". She thinks her brother and sister are the most HILARIOUS people in the world. She still loves to cuddle. She gets excited about Grammy and Popa's house, yogurt snacks and being picked up or sung to. She can cry louder than any of my three babies and smiles the biggest of the three as well. I love her voice and hearing her "talk"...mama, more, working on dada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 month well check stats:&lt;br /&gt;Weight-17 lbs 8 oz&lt;br /&gt;Height- 26.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparison to her siblings:&lt;br /&gt;Cami: Weight- 15 lbs 2 oz Height- 25 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan: Weight- 20 lbs 12 oz Height 27 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlghY8R4v6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/ey57MvhqKzE/s1600-h/DSC_0539-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlghY8R4v6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/ey57MvhqKzE/s400/DSC_0539-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357068469138931618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlghQFNoiYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ngUr6FTerO8/s1600-h/DSC_0563-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlghQFNoiYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ngUr6FTerO8/s400/DSC_0563-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357068316918188418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlghIg1GueI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_UXOR52XeRI/s1600-h/DSC_0566-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlghIg1GueI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_UXOR52XeRI/s400/DSC_0566-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357068186892548578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Slgg_am55UI/AAAAAAAAAhU/uScYc6igdng/s1600-h/DSC_0554-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Slgg_am55UI/AAAAAAAAAhU/uScYc6igdng/s400/DSC_0554-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357068030603552066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Slgg2bv39tI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FVNh8eaurgo/s1600-h/DSC_0561-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Slgg2bv39tI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FVNh8eaurgo/s400/DSC_0561-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357067876290787026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlggqLmxb-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/rdpEPOj8A4Y/s1600-h/DSC_0562-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SlggqLmxb-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/rdpEPOj8A4Y/s400/DSC_0562-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357067665799213026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-8143091930185166585?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8143091930185166585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=8143091930185166585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8143091930185166585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8143091930185166585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Slghl16R9BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SR7oMpXAlFE/s72-c/DSC_0444-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-9161142590517848018</id><published>2009-04-11T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:00:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFLK4kiqGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jKG1rg_-7IU/s1600-h/DSC_0460-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFLK4kiqGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jKG1rg_-7IU/s400/DSC_0460-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323618884885063778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday Aislyn turned six months old and today Camryn turned six years old.  Camryn at six amazes me.  Shes smart, athletic, brave, kind, stubborn and beautiful...just to name a few of her traits.  Shes the kind of girl that could kick butt on the soccer field, show grace and control on a balance beam, make mud pies and dig in the dirt, or put on a dress and stand poised and lovely as any Disney princess.  She loves to write stories and lists and ideas.  She  says she wants to be a writer and a photographer when she grows up and though I know her goals will change over time I hope that these talents will always remain facets of who she is.  Shes an amazing big sister.  She and Aidan sometimes fight, but she will be the first to jump to his defense if anyone else messes with him.  She adores her baby sister and loves to play with her, talk to her and read to her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my dear sweet Camryn, when I first looked into your tiny face 6 short years ago I could have only imagined what you would be like...and you have far surpassed my expectations.  Your daddy and I were so in love with you from the moment you were born and count our blessings daily when we watch you, Aidan and Aislyn laugh, play, share and yes even fight and bicker.  I am so very lucky to be your mommy and to share in this wonderful journey with you.  I dont know what you wished tonight when you blew out those candles but I hope that wish and all your future wishes and dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spongebob Birthday Breakfast waffles...his syrup pants, ummm, leaked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFE-amB_2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/pXJb4tGequg/s1600-h/DSC_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFE-amB_2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/pXJb4tGequg/s400/DSC_0429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323612073610051426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for Grammy and Popa to help us blow out candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFEgj-_4UI/AAAAAAAAAgg/S608gydX4gs/s1600-h/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFEgj-_4UI/AAAAAAAAAgg/S608gydX4gs/s400/DSC_0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323611560734613826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFD7ejlQWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mpyPEXyj0Lk/s1600-h/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFD7ejlQWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mpyPEXyj0Lk/s400/DSC_0432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323610923622285666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make a Wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFCzpAwJPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zJBX2MzI9lE/s1600-h/DSC_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFCzpAwJPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zJBX2MzI9lE/s400/DSC_0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323609689478407410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFCJjaG0zI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7tV_LBfUkWc/s1600-h/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFCJjaG0zI/AAAAAAAAAgI/7tV_LBfUkWc/s400/DSC_0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323608966419632946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-9161142590517848018?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9161142590517848018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=9161142590517848018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/9161142590517848018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/9161142590517848018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-years-old.html' title='6 Years Old'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeFLK4kiqGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jKG1rg_-7IU/s72-c/DSC_0460-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-7543575310294277903</id><published>2009-04-10T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:25:32.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeAbnPAfTzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ubQohqzIbP8/s1600-h/DSC_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeAbnPAfTzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ubQohqzIbP8/s400/DSC_0376.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323285120409358130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aislyn is 6 months old today!!  My how time flies.  I cant believe how fast little bunny is growing.  Im so excited to watch her grow and reach her milestones...sitting up on her own, enjoying foods like carrots, peas and squash, playing more, laughing out loud...all of it so amazing.  Yet with each new milestone a tiny bit of sadness seeps in as I watch bits and pieces of her babyhood fall away.  I want to hold on to every last cuddle, every last coo, every last afternoon of rocking her in my arms and feeling her tiny hand reach to touch my face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aislyn my dear you are such a beautiful, sweet, content and patient little baby.  Your brother and sister adore you and are enjoying you more and more as you engage them with your playfulness.  You bring calm to our sometimes chaotic home.  You bring joy to those that gaze upon your sweet smile.  You are such a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn at 6 months:  24 inches and 13 pounds 8 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeAYczu6MVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/58ctoZ53zus/s1600-h/Cami+6+months-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeAYczu6MVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/58ctoZ53zus/s400/Cami+6+months-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323281642754290002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan at 6 months:  27 inches  and 18 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeAWDW6Nf0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Dy0hXMVLHz0/s1600-h/Aidan_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeAWDW6Nf0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Dy0hXMVLHz0/s400/Aidan_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323279006497079106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-7543575310294277903?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7543575310294277903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=7543575310294277903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7543575310294277903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7543575310294277903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SeAbnPAfTzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ubQohqzIbP8/s72-c/DSC_0376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-8774784427035381033</id><published>2009-04-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:13:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Fundraiser Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight was Camryn's school fundraiser.  The kids had the BEST time playing games, visiting with friends and hanging out together.  Aislyn loved watching all the action.  What a great evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first, Aidan needs a fish on his face "a blue one please".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbsAGncUwI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dofq1CS21pE/s1600-h/DSC_0323-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbsAGncUwI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dofq1CS21pE/s400/DSC_0323-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320699496305021698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Sdbr5CC5HSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lK48q47hL-w/s1600-h/DSC_0325-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Sdbr5CC5HSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lK48q47hL-w/s400/DSC_0325-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320699374818893090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn's Temporary Tattoos...she chose a snake wand the Woodcreek logo...binging out the inner rebel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbrhR-u3bI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/oYjVr-15AQo/s1600-h/DSC_0327-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbrhR-u3bI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/oYjVr-15AQo/s400/DSC_0327-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320698966779551154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan and Camryn await the results of the Cupcake Walk...they are both WINNERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbrQoycidI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nzOM3SJS9bw/s1600-h/DSC_0337-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbrQoycidI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nzOM3SJS9bw/s400/DSC_0337-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320698680844257746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan takes a crack at the beanbag toss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbrDy6hINI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lRu3SJ1bhkA/s1600-h/DSC_0349-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbrDy6hINI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lRu3SJ1bhkA/s400/DSC_0349-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320698460224168146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn, Aidan and Friends wait anxiously to see who wins the Matchbox Car Race.  The winner was Lane 1 (the girl on Cami's right).  I love the look on Aidan's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbqjAGChOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SdQMYdp6YyI/s1600-h/DSC_0350-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbqjAGChOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/SdQMYdp6YyI/s400/DSC_0350-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320697896826471650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn setting up the bowling pins for Aidan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbqWY-_mQI/AAAAAAAAAew/c7ZbrMZxQBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0357-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbqWY-_mQI/AAAAAAAAAew/c7ZbrMZxQBQ/s400/DSC_0357-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320697680169507074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan bowling.  He liked to throw the ball down and kick it.  Interesting.  I think hes invented his own sport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbppVfijEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/quk4z-iRhmU/s1600-h/DSC_0364-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbppVfijEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/quk4z-iRhmU/s400/DSC_0364-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320696906138160194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasnt quite close enough to hear what they were saying.  They were standing in line waiting to jump in the inflatable castle and this little boy kept tugging at her hair and making faces when she would turn around.  I asked her who he was and she said she didnt know, hes not in her class.  Boys can be so weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Sdboc4lWgKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WlbSWZQye4A/s1600-h/DSC_0388-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Sdboc4lWgKI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WlbSWZQye4A/s400/DSC_0388-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320695592707850402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! Check out my cool flashlight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdboAMPGUbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fUzsuZeQENw/s1600-h/DSC_0390-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdboAMPGUbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fUzsuZeQENw/s400/DSC_0390-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320695099767017906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, what do we do next??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbnzAABu3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Vesgz2CmM1A/s1600-h/DSC_0398-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbnzAABu3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Vesgz2CmM1A/s400/DSC_0398-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320694873144277874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn and her classmates discuss a plan of action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbneZ7t07I/AAAAAAAAAeI/NNtJho67ifM/s1600-h/DSC_0402-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbneZ7t07I/AAAAAAAAAeI/NNtJho67ifM/s400/DSC_0402-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320694519328265138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn rests after racing with her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbnQAQh8bI/AAAAAAAAAeA/A8cRzu36D0k/s1600-h/DSC_0412-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbnQAQh8bI/AAAAAAAAAeA/A8cRzu36D0k/s400/DSC_0412-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320694271918076338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Aislyn had a Great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbnB9o4woI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZJzO14AlMLo/s1600-h/DSC_0386_2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbnB9o4woI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZJzO14AlMLo/s400/DSC_0386_2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320694030696759938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-8774784427035381033?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8774784427035381033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=8774784427035381033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8774784427035381033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8774784427035381033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-fundraiser-fun.html' title='School Fundraiser Fun'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbsAGncUwI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dofq1CS21pE/s72-c/DSC_0323-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4520833630167224516</id><published>2009-04-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:47:13.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbmQW9ZbwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2Y6RnIZ7yM0/s1600-h/DSC_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbmQW9ZbwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2Y6RnIZ7yM0/s400/DSC_0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320693178500214530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got to post about last weekend because we were sooooooo busy!&lt;div&gt;It was my birthday, Aidan had a birthday party to go to and Cami performed in a gymnastics demonstration at La Centerra...oh!  and how could I forget, my sister Nicole was at La Centerra dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz for Katy Magazine!  BONUS My cousin Brittany was Glenda the Good Witch!  Check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4520833630167224516?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4520833630167224516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4520833630167224516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4520833630167224516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4520833630167224516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SdbmQW9ZbwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2Y6RnIZ7yM0/s72-c/DSC_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-9019851995296646551</id><published>2009-03-22T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:30:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/ScceUOOOZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/2ngW8212DVM/s1600-h/DSC_0234-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/ScceUOOOZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/2ngW8212DVM/s400/DSC_0234-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316251217898137538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aislyn,  a prayer for you on the day of your baptism:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O God, our heavenly Father, grant that as you grow in years, may you also grow in grace and in the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ, and that by the restraining and renewing influence of the Holy Spirit you may always be a true child of God, serving Him faithfully all your days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dearest family and friends came together today as we vowed to love, care for and counsel you as we lead you into a life of faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrating with you today were: Mommy, Daddy, Camryn, Aidan, Ashley Noble, Jennifer, Mike and Addison Porter, Grammy, Popa, Nicole, Todd, Grumpy, Nihar, Deepali, and Kartik Shah, and Chris, Rebecca, Cooper and Bailey Goodwin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Sccb_Iib_tI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IzvRFPNV6r0/s1600-h/DSC_0300-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/Sccb_Iib_tI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IzvRFPNV6r0/s400/DSC_0300-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316248656571793106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-9019851995296646551?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9019851995296646551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=9019851995296646551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/9019851995296646551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/9019851995296646551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-baptism.html' title='Holy Baptism'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/ScceUOOOZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/2ngW8212DVM/s72-c/DSC_0234-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-425832849236623701</id><published>2009-03-11T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:58:18.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SbgXzQSoFdI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1SgFd8h5MTs/s1600-h/DSC_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SbgXzQSoFdI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1SgFd8h5MTs/s400/DSC_0656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312021929797359058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, Aislyn turned 5 months.  She is moving right along!  She loves to play, smile, babble and coo.  She also, thankfully, still loves to sleep!  She has the sweetest little personality.  She does this thing when shes really happy...kinda like a laugh but silent.  She opens her mouth and squints her eyes and kicks in delight...but no sound comes out.  She'll figure out the laughing thing soon enough.  Every now and then a squeal will escape and once but only once I got an actual "uh, huh, huh!"  Shes very observant.  She loves to watch her brother and sister play.  She gets so excited, you can just tell that shes eager to be a part of it.  Happy 5 months Aisy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camryn 5 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SbgT3-XDotI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/51tIQhAwsEk/s1600-h/Cami+5+mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SbgT3-XDotI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/51tIQhAwsEk/s400/Cami+5+mo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312017612836938450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aidan 5 month old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SbgTs90aWvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uod5zyLDDzM/s1600-h/Picture+046_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SbgTs90aWvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uod5zyLDDzM/s400/Picture+046_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312017423713065714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-425832849236623701?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/425832849236623701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=425832849236623701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/425832849236623701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/425832849236623701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SbgXzQSoFdI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1SgFd8h5MTs/s72-c/DSC_0656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1646235575837924614</id><published>2009-02-20T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:44:48.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-UmHdP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/J_vEyCzR1fs/s1600-h/DSC_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-UmHdP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/J_vEyCzR1fs/s400/DSC_0395.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305122268623398290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Aidan's third birthday!!  We've had such a busy day.  Aidan celebrated with his school friends this morning.  At his school when someone has a birthday the birthday child brings a poster to school with pictures from infant to present age and they share it with the class.  Aidan loved showing all of his pictures.  I think he really enjoyed having everyone's attention on him for his special day.  After the poster he shared some Transformer and Batman cupcakes with his friends and the class sang Happy Birthday.  After school we sat in the carpool line at Cami's school since she had early dismissal.  He ate his lunch from his Spiderman lunchbox and went on and on about being THREE and being a BIG BOY...how hes going to play soccer and wear big boy underpants and always listen to his teachers and mommy and daddy (all his idea of what being a big boy means).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, after picking Camryn up, we headed to see the pediatrician for Aidan's yearly well check. He was excited about being measured and weighed, but when the nurse took us to the exam room he stopped in the doorway and said "I dont want to do this part!" and turned to walk out of the office!  I assured him that there would be no shots and he agreed to go into the exam room.  Everything went well and he is perfect as perfect can be!  50th percentile for height and weight, healthy, smart and handsome =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the doctor, we did some errands and then all went out to dinner at Rainforest Cafe.  He had such a great time and lit up like a firecracker when they brought out the volcano cake with sparklers and a loud crowd of waitstaff singing Happy Birthday!  I have never seen a child so proud to be three.  Hes been glowing all day long...and the celebrations have only just begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-Q8NHmxcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DcIGdmb_KWM/s1600-h/DSC_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-Q8NHmxcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DcIGdmb_KWM/s400/DSC_0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305118250053846466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-Q04AvIeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fuhkT148RTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-Q04AvIeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fuhkT148RTQ/s400/DSC_0310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305118124128805346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-QX6e7AUI/AAAAAAAAAco/AhVbzTu-DI4/s1600-h/DSC_0351-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-QX6e7AUI/AAAAAAAAAco/AhVbzTu-DI4/s400/DSC_0351-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305117626576077122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan at 3 Years Old:  Height- 38 inches  Weight- 33 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-Pkli1uuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/m-sU26JdBIs/s1600-h/DSC_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-Pkli1uuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/m-sU26JdBIs/s400/DSC_0386.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305116744782035682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comparison Stats for Cami at 3 Years Old:  Height- 34 inches    Weight- 26 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-O2mgiXrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rlgvT4eBVQk/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-O2mgiXrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rlgvT4eBVQk/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305115954766831282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1646235575837924614?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1646235575837924614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1646235575837924614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1646235575837924614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1646235575837924614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-years-old.html' title='3 Years Old'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZ-UmHdP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/J_vEyCzR1fs/s72-c/DSC_0395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2017537105917492354</id><published>2009-02-11T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:36:23.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZOnJjvz3nI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OzzMd1849-E/s1600-h/DSC_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZOnJjvz3nI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OzzMd1849-E/s400/DSC_0243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301764969001639538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Aislyn's 4 month well check.  She doing beautifully and growing right on track.  We should be able to start some rice cereal this month.  She is such a smiley baby!  She has discovered her hands and constantly has them in her mouth.  She loves being in my lap and we spend our mornings cuddling, chatting and playing with her toys.  Shes growing so fast!  Check out how she compares to Camryn and Aidan at the same age, right in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan- 4 months old.  15 pounds 7 ounces.  25.75 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZOk_619v5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/gzyDI7d8HuE/s1600-h/2162700-R1-041-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZOk_619v5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/gzyDI7d8HuE/s400/2162700-R1-041-19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301762604379520914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn- 4 months old.  11 pounds 10 ounces 22.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZOkrJdfQOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hrC1JBAO7rY/s1600-h/cami4mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZOkrJdfQOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hrC1JBAO7rY/s400/cami4mo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301762247526138082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2017537105917492354?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2017537105917492354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2017537105917492354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2017537105917492354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2017537105917492354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SZOnJjvz3nI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OzzMd1849-E/s72-c/DSC_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1434861925991305570</id><published>2009-02-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:28:24.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison Julieann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5fYE8gdeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eJtPCdxFTSE/s1600-h/DSC_0013-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5fYE8gdeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eJtPCdxFTSE/s400/DSC_0013-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300278678710679010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5fRxEFbwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T6ZiqWd4n4c/s1600-h/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5fRxEFbwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/T6ZiqWd4n4c/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300278570294537986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The excitement all started Friday morning when I got word that Jenn was on her way to the hospital to have her 1st baby.  Unfortunately, though in active labor, they sent her home because she hadnt progressed enough.  We stayed in contact all day and then finally at about 11pm she and Mike headed back to the hospital.  Her labor progressed perfectly.  I joined her mom and dad at the hospital around 3am and Addison was born shortly after 5 am.  Jenn is doing well and baby Addison is absolutely perfect!  She is stunningly gorgeous.  Perfect skin, Jenn's nose, Mikes eyes (imo) and the cutest little dimples.  She is sweet and serene, going easy on her new mommy and daddy.  Congratulations Jenn and Mike!  Im so excited that after all of these years of incredible friendship, we can raise our baby girls together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5c7FuXc6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/I7HKPTHeuS0/s1600-h/DSC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5c7FuXc6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/I7HKPTHeuS0/s400/DSC_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300275981680341922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5czbDSr0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/j8te9bwx0SY/s1600-h/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5czbDSr0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/j8te9bwx0SY/s400/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300275849966300994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5ckYsrzWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_Tr3K0fC6rY/s1600-h/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5ckYsrzWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_Tr3K0fC6rY/s400/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300275591636569442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1434861925991305570?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1434861925991305570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1434861925991305570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1434861925991305570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1434861925991305570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/addison-julieann.html' title='Addison Julieann'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SY5fYE8gdeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eJtPCdxFTSE/s72-c/DSC_0013-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-618079096155864648</id><published>2009-02-05T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:45:42.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYuyTSCkN6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BKfts_Xa0YU/s1600-h/DSC_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYuyTSCkN6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BKfts_Xa0YU/s400/DSC_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299525430861379490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislyn had her first swim lesson today.  We started all of the kids young to avoid all of the anxiety about water.  They learn the rules about pools and safety early on and though I would NEVER leave them unattended, I know that if they get in a situation their odds of a positive outcome are increased.  This has already been proven when Cami fell in a pool his past summer fully clothed and caught off guard.  There were adults all around and a dear friend of ours even dove in to save her...but she had already saved herself.  &lt;div&gt;Anyway, Aislyn had a wonderful time.  She loves the sensation of warm water and often closes her eyes and starts to doze during baths.  We call bath time "spa time" at our house because she finds it so relaxing.  It was the same in the pool.  The water was warm and as soon as she laid back (in the float position) she was calm and relaxed.  She didnt even mind putting her face in the water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-618079096155864648?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/618079096155864648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=618079096155864648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/618079096155864648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/618079096155864648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-baby.html' title='Water Baby'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYuyTSCkN6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BKfts_Xa0YU/s72-c/DSC_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-5925901477264966979</id><published>2009-01-31T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:29:52.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYUzE0ubYpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YkXyPtWiH5o/s1600-h/DSC_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYUzE0ubYpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YkXyPtWiH5o/s400/DSC_0722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297696694637126290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn, you have been such a big helper lately.  Without ever being asked,  you jump right in to keep your baby sister content with your smiles, laughter and playfulness so that I have a minute to make a bottle, handle your brother or just grab a moments peace.  You help diffuse your brother in the midst of a melt down, telling him "Its ok buddy!" or strategically distracting him from his distress with an offer to play.  You have been my second pair of hands these last couple of days.  You have always been so kind hearted, giving and willing to pitch in.  My big girl, I dont ever want you to feel "pressure" to be responsible for your siblings, but at the same time I appreciate that you take your baby brother and sister under your wing and are helping to show them the way.  You amaze me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYUxN3UUH_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/xclhDDl76Os/s1600-h/DSC_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYUxN3UUH_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/xclhDDl76Os/s400/DSC_0551.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694650928472050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-5925901477264966979?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5925901477264966979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=5925901477264966979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5925901477264966979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5925901477264966979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-girl.html' title='Big Girl'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SYUzE0ubYpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YkXyPtWiH5o/s72-c/DSC_0722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-3445996264319470684</id><published>2009-01-18T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:09:19.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not long now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SXPu1CvUk7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/QhM8N3Ncenk/s1600-h/DSC_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SXPu1CvUk7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/QhM8N3Ncenk/s400/DSC_0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292836582126293938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Deepali and I hosted a baby shower for our dear friend Jennifer.  She is due February 10 and looks absolutely fabulous...I dont think she will have any problem getting all the way to her due date.  It is going to be so exciting for Deepali,  Jen and me to all raise our babies together.  We have been friends since our first year teaching together in 1999 and now Kartik,  Aislyn and baby girl Porter will all get to be friends as well.&lt;div&gt;Jenn, I am so over the moon happy for you and Mike.  You will be amazing parents and your baby girl will be so very blessed with all of the love and happiness that your family has to offer.  I know how long you have waited for this very special gift and the day is fast approaching when you will hold her in your arms, look into her beautiful eyes and be filled with amazement at the tiny human being you and Mike have brought into this World.  Cherish every moment, they go by so fast.  Hold her and snuggle, because before you know it she will be ready to spring from your lap and explore all the wonders that surround her.  Finally remember always that you have within you all it takes to be a phenomenal mom... there are no instruction manuals because all you need to know is already there in your heart and in your instincts.  You are going to be GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-3445996264319470684?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3445996264319470684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=3445996264319470684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3445996264319470684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3445996264319470684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-long-now.html' title='Not long now!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SXPu1CvUk7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/QhM8N3Ncenk/s72-c/DSC_0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-502094697431616505</id><published>2009-01-12T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:09:37.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWtqOVMiYSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XqeyFmRxs-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWtqOVMiYSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XqeyFmRxs-Y/s400/DSC_0908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290438981717221666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday Aislyn turned three months old.  Though I had time to take her picture as I do every month on the 10th, I didnt have a moment to blog.  She is growing up so fast.  Shes full of smiles, sprinkled with a little "fuss 'n cling".  Shes still a great sleeper.  She sleeps all night and we have to wake her in the morning to get the day started.  Many days she would much rather stay snuggled in bed (just like me!)  She looks so much like her brother and sister!  I decided that every month I would post a photo comparison to reflect on all three at the same age.  I wish I had lengths and weights, but there are no doctor visits until next month so we will just have to wait to see how they all compare.  Oh little Aisy, we love you so very much.  You are like the cherry on top of our family sundae.  We just wouldnt be the same without you.  With you our family feels complete :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just noticed shes the only one of the three not smiling in her three month picture.  I think its because Cami's was taken in July and Aidan's in May both when it was warm outside...Im sure all Aislyn was thinking was "put that camera down and put some clothes on me...its cooooooold!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWtoHOhXYQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mvUGLMr_3K0/s1600-h/Aidan3mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWtoHOhXYQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/mvUGLMr_3K0/s400/Aidan3mo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290436660643193090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan 3 months.  He had the darkest and longest hair of the three.  Lovingly nicknamed "the Donald Trump Combover"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWtnsbn-oOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JeUxih0tGkU/s1600-h/Cami3mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWtnsbn-oOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JeUxih0tGkU/s400/Cami3mo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290436200304124130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camryn 3 months old.  She looks the biggest of the three but was actually the smallest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-502094697431616505?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/502094697431616505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=502094697431616505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/502094697431616505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/502094697431616505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-months-old.html' title='3 Months Old'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWtqOVMiYSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XqeyFmRxs-Y/s72-c/DSC_0908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1404698509160131399</id><published>2009-01-03T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:24:38.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischief Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWBH_rsgTJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ihcCZ8m16CY/s1600-h/DSC_0514_2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWBH_rsgTJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ihcCZ8m16CY/s400/DSC_0514_2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287305121919683730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he's whined a little, complained a little, argued a little, told me outright "NO!", colored on the floor and fought with his sister!  So how is it that one little smile, hearing him say "Mommy, I love you" and a hug as tight as he can manage makes it all melt away...must be the power of a son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1404698509160131399?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1404698509160131399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1404698509160131399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1404698509160131399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1404698509160131399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/mischief-maker.html' title='Mischief Maker'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SWBH_rsgTJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ihcCZ8m16CY/s72-c/DSC_0514_2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-552228269872819727</id><published>2009-01-03T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:39:24.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! (a few days late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SV8kAXjCawI/AAAAAAAAAZw/phf6WC-YhzM/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SV8kAXjCawI/AAAAAAAAAZw/phf6WC-YhzM/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286984076295826178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian's 34th birthday was Dec. 31.  This year for his birthday he celebrated by taking the kids out for some one on one daddy time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sunday before his birthday Ian and Aidan went to a Houst vs. Iowa State basketball game.  Aidan was over the moon about going to the game with his dad and has not stopped talking about it since.  He loved the basketball, the players and the food...the only hing he didnt like was Shasta (the Houston mascot) getting too close!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Wednesday, Ian and Cami headed out bright and early (4am to be exact) to Ft Worth for the Armed Forces Bowl.  A great time had by all including excellent seats, pictures with Shasta, and the first Bowl win in just about forever for our Houston Cougars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Ian and Cami at the game, Aidan made sure he did his part by baking cupcakes that were ready just in time for daddy's return. (*Note I dropped the ball on getting his favorite cake ordered from Amy...oops!)  Happy birthday honey!  We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SV8hnG9MhdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1NayVbCN4rw/s1600-h/HPIM0886_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SV8hnG9MhdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1NayVbCN4rw/s400/HPIM0886_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286981443322152402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SV8hbhpHNpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mNka_LN02_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SV8hbhpHNpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mNka_LN02_Q/s400/DSC_0184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286981244327245458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-552228269872819727?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/552228269872819727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=552228269872819727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/552228269872819727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/552228269872819727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-few-days-late.html' title='Happy Birthday! (a few days late)'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SV8kAXjCawI/AAAAAAAAAZw/phf6WC-YhzM/s72-c/DSC_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-829955109965125704</id><published>2008-12-25T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:39:02.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SVR72y8cfeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Arzu3b9t0Uc/s1600-h/DSC_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SVR72y8cfeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Arzu3b9t0Uc/s400/DSC_1082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283984444130885090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SVR5MMC4c-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CQRJQF7MXy0/s1600-h/DSC_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SVR5MMC4c-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CQRJQF7MXy0/s400/DSC_1203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283981513111139298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SVR0X9fhLdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VDKM7c8NQSA/s1600-h/DSC_0079-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SVR0X9fhLdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VDKM7c8NQSA/s400/DSC_0079-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283976217805008338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long and beautiful 48 hours.  Yesterday we started the day by baking and decorating our Santa cookies.   The kids were so cute standing around the island in their PJs working so hard to make just the right cookie for Santa.  Once we finished and clean up was done we dressed and headed to the children's service at St Lukes.  We watched the pageant, sang carols and listened to Dr Pace talk about graciousness and giving.  All three kids were very well behaved, sitting patiently and singing along the best they could.  As we sat waiting for the service to start Aidan started to belt out "Happy Birthday" to Jesus...super cute, melted my heart.  When it was over we headed to my mom's for dinner and then home to put on PJs and look at lights.  We went to Pecan Grove in search of  THAT HOUSE on Mistyvale, and it didnt disappoint.  The neighborhood does a beautiful light display, the kids absolutely LOVED it.  By the time we got home it was late, we settled in, put out a snack for Santa and sprinkled Magic Reindeer Dust (thanks Kathy!!!) up the front walk to ensure that Santa's sleigh would find its way to our house...the smell of oats and the glitter in the moonlight must have worked because it wasnt long before santa made his stop.&lt;div&gt;Cami was the first to wake and came straight to our room to deliver the news that Santa had indeed visited our home.  She then ran to Aidan's room, flipped on the light and yelled "SANTA WAS HERE AIDAN!" to which he responded by pulling the covers up and saying "no....SLEEP!".  So Camryn pulled out the big guns and yelled "He brought you a BIG DINOSAUR!".  By then, covers wer flipped off and he bounded his way out of bed and bolted to the living room, where they checked out their stockings and then proceeded to tear through the rest of their goods.  Finally, we headed to Grammy and Popa's for lunch and MORE presents.  Its been wonderfully exhausting...a truly AMAZING Christmas filled with fun, family, faith and blessings.  &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/3257468039842459739-829955109965125704?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/829955109965125704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=829955109965125704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/829955109965125704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/829955109965125704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SVR72y8cfeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Arzu3b9t0Uc/s72-c/DSC_1082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-6851724512170712931</id><published>2008-12-21T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:45:21.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan's First Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7-58XYC2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mvqWju7reVQ/s1600-h/DSC_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7-58XYC2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mvqWju7reVQ/s400/DSC_1025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439684362341218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7-yGhE_6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/yzKvA7JyZ9A/s1600-h/DSC_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7-yGhE_6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/yzKvA7JyZ9A/s400/DSC_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439549648437154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7-p-GzygI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9WT3HUjL5U8/s1600-h/DSC_1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7-p-GzygI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9WT3HUjL5U8/s400/DSC_1034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439409951820290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;MMMMMMM...Hot Chocolate, yet another delightful holiday tradition.  Nothing goes better with cold weather than a warm cozy cup of hot chocolate.  A dark, sweet mug of rich creamy goodness topped with a layer of softly melting marshmallows...theres just nothing else like it.  The smell alone conjures thoughts of warm snuggles and fuzzy blankets- all around comfort for the body and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Aidan enjoyed his first cup of hot cocoa.  We have been talking about it all week.  This past week was just too warm to truely enjoy it as it should be enjoyed.  Luckily, last night a front blew in bringing the cold weather, making us all feel a little more "Christmassy".  So tonight was the night.  After dinner, we warmed a cup of cocoa for Camryn and Aidan.  They carefully, one by one dropped their marshmallows on top and blew on their mugs until it was just cool enough to take a first sip.  They giggled and smiled and slurped until every last drop was gone.  Never have I seen two messier, happier content little children as tonight after their little cup of indulgence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During these weeks of hustle and bustle we should all make a point to take a break and enjoy the little wonders that the season brings.  When we see our children having a cup of cocoa, looking in awe at homes lit with strings of lights, singing their Christmas carols in their school performances... we get that indescribable feeling of joy, in that moment all is right with the World.  I can only imagine that that feeling is the very feeling that warmed the hearts of those that stood around the manger that very first Christmas night. That joy is the purpose of the season.  So have a cup of cocoa and count your every blessing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU71Pz0y4oI/AAAAAAAAAXg/taIf92l2j7g/s1600-h/DSC_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU71Pz0y4oI/AAAAAAAAAXg/taIf92l2j7g/s400/DSC_1066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429064910660226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7y5GNNARI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ISAv5_NMO6s/s1600-h/DSC_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7y5GNNARI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ISAv5_NMO6s/s400/DSC_1060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282426475684626706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-6851724512170712931?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6851724512170712931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=6851724512170712931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6851724512170712931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6851724512170712931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/aidans-first-hot-chocolate.html' title='Aidan&apos;s First Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU7-58XYC2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mvqWju7reVQ/s72-c/DSC_1025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1653480692104781852</id><published>2008-12-20T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:02:36.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1cgQBd7XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_QAGVR_pWHc/s1600-h/DSC_0957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1cgQBd7XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_QAGVR_pWHc/s400/DSC_0957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281979647102152050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1bv10nPgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jXrxBMBjQKw/s1600-h/DSC_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1bv10nPgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jXrxBMBjQKw/s400/DSC_0952.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281978815435193858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 17, Ian gave me a charm bracelet for Christmas with a Nutcracker on it.  That was the first year that we saw The Nutcracker together.  When Camryn was two we took her to her first Nutcracker performance and a tradition was born.  This year was her third annual Nutcracker.  We headed downtown for dinner at 17 and then made our way to The Wortham.  I always imagine what it must look like through her eyes- the lights and sounds of downtown, going up the long escalators to the performance hall, the enormous Christmas tree and all the decorations.  Im always in awe and imagine that it must be nothing short of magical to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sense her anticipation as the conductor comes out- she always watches the orchestra pit waiting for that moment that signals the start of the show.  Then there she sits leaning forward against the rail of the box, entranced as she watches the dancers twirl and leap across the stage.  This year at intermission, she bravely approached one of the mice for a picture and an autograph.  She usually looks for the soldiers and wants nothing to do with the mice (she did after all just watch them attack Clara on stage!), but this year she was determined to change it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1ZKPpfh3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/H95FjbNyFL4/s1600-h/DSC_0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1ZKPpfh3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/H95FjbNyFL4/s400/DSC_0995.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281975970509588338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ballet, we headed home- tired, but not too tired for dessert.  We took a little side trip to 59 Diner and shared a banana split...the perfect sweet end to a perfect sweet evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1Yh3V6kwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xhlAdIXCXxw/s1600-h/DSC_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1Yh3V6kwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xhlAdIXCXxw/s400/DSC_1008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281975276790256386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for next year when Aidan will go with us for the first time and then again when the day comes that Aislyn comes along as well.  This is one of our very favorite Christmas traditions.  Ian and I hope that our children (and then someday our grandchildren) will enjoy it and look forward to it in the many years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1V2hhCvQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UoyT-pJd0-A/s1600-h/DSC_0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1V2hhCvQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UoyT-pJd0-A/s400/DSC_0977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281972333173718274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cami and the Gingerbread house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1U70ED2MI/AAAAAAAAAWo/o6AeQCv0Voc/s1600-h/DSC_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1U70ED2MI/AAAAAAAAAWo/o6AeQCv0Voc/s400/DSC_0990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281971324540147906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                        Ian and Cami in front of the Wortham Christmas tree.                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1Ue3l1fwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/byjo_tSkz9w/s1600-h/DSC_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1Ue3l1fwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/byjo_tSkz9w/s400/DSC_0935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281970827270913794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cami and I at home before we left for the Nutcracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1653480692104781852?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1653480692104781852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1653480692104781852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1653480692104781852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1653480692104781852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html' title='The Nutcracker'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SU1cgQBd7XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_QAGVR_pWHc/s72-c/DSC_0957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2877538054457764348</id><published>2008-12-12T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:09:53.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SULEVnhGBYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZLGexUd5hjM/s1600-h/DSC_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SULEVnhGBYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZLGexUd5hjM/s400/DSC_0902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278997588895729026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where oh where does the time go!?  Two months already!  You had your two month check up this past Wednesday December 10.  Daddy took you to this one because mommy was sick sick sick!  Dr. Knoebel says you look absolutely perfect!  You weigh 10 pounds even now!  I cant believe how big you are getting.  You are still a wonderful sleeper at night, but during the day you love to be cuddled and snuggled...which is ok with me!  You have started spitting up a bit.  You used to never spit up but its becoming a habit these days.  Dr. Knoebel says that it doesnt seem to be affecting  your growth or your mood so not to worry.  The Gripe Water Marlene gave us is really coming in handy...you absolutely LOVE the stuff and it kicks in right away when you seem to have a bubbly tummy, helps with the spitting up a bit too.  Now for the bad news...FIVE shots and one oral vaccine!  You were not happy about this at all and it ruined the rest of your day and night.  However you were back to your sweet self the very next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, Cami and Aidan have stopped constantly "bothering" you.  They still love to look at you and hold you, but its not a daily wrestling match to see who can get to you first.  Cami likes to draw pictures of you and for you and Aidan likes to sing "Hush Little Baby" to you.  Mommy and Daddy just wish we could freeze time and keep you little for just a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SUK9GiudDdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m9zVblmFjcs/s1600-h/DSC_0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SUK9GiudDdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m9zVblmFjcs/s400/DSC_0864.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278989633330154962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2877538054457764348?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2877538054457764348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2877538054457764348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2877538054457764348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2877538054457764348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-months-old.html' title='Two Months Old'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SULEVnhGBYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZLGexUd5hjM/s72-c/DSC_0902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1444694661300027992</id><published>2008-12-06T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:49:57.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtxoiFQV-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/aKTHRFthEQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtxoiFQV-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/aKTHRFthEQ0/s400/DSC_0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276936329552222178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little man...you are so darn CUTE!  For weeks you have been practicing your snowman songs and tonight you took your little two year old self on stage and sang your heart out in front of a school cafeteria FULL of people.    You stood up there so confident and sweet.  We all (Mommy, Daddy, Grammy, Popa, and Cami) all beamed with pride as we watched you stand up there with your class.  Great job buddy!  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1444694661300027992?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1444694661300027992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1444694661300027992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1444694661300027992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1444694661300027992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowman.html' title='Snowman'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtxoiFQV-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/aKTHRFthEQ0/s72-c/DSC_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-5854290291711213737</id><published>2008-12-06T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:38:46.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtvWXlbywI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5MDW6GJZEtg/s1600-h/DSC_0595-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtvWXlbywI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5MDW6GJZEtg/s400/DSC_0595-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276933818473499394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtu3EV3r5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/KJTrmLt3A7s/s1600-h/DSC_0632-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtu3EV3r5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/KJTrmLt3A7s/s320/DSC_0632-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276933280732000146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtulrrNNHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RLBION-CYDc/s1600-h/DSC_0635-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtulrrNNHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RLBION-CYDc/s320/DSC_0635-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276932982052828274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Cami's Mini Olympics.  This is sort of a mock meet for pre-competition girls.  They learn routines on each of the 4 apparatus and go through each rotation in front of an audience.  Camryn did an AMAZING job!  She remembered all of her routines and performed beautifully.  I am constantly amazed at how talented and physically strong she is.  She had such a great time and was so proud of herself.  Her favorite event is the bars and she NAILED it!  I am so very proud of her for all of her hard work at practice twice a week, for her courage to go out in front of so many people and do what she does without a care for anything except the task at hand and for going through all the highs and lows of learning new skills without ever giving up.  You are AWESOME baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-5854290291711213737?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5854290291711213737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=5854290291711213737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5854290291711213737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5854290291711213737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/mini-olympics.html' title='Mini Olympics'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STtvWXlbywI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5MDW6GJZEtg/s72-c/DSC_0595-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-7386590545019948661</id><published>2008-12-05T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:42:27.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STn0MvKS0aI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kXFt7BB7mhY/s1600-h/Memorial_20081205_000565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STn0MvKS0aI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kXFt7BB7mhY/s400/Memorial_20081205_000565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276516938096497058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we bundled up and put on our festive faces for a visit with Santa.  It went absolutely flawlessly!  First of all, traffic was light on the way to Memorial City.  Then we easily found a parking place near the Santa entrance.  When we walked up to the Santa display, miracles continued to abound...there was absolutely NO LINE!  Finally, just when I thought it couldnt get any better, the kids all happily piled onto Santas lap and NO ONE CRIED!  Perfect right!  Until, Ian and I listened as Cami and Aidan spilled forth their hearts desire for Santa...the gift of all gifts, their greatest Christmas wish:  Aidan- A Big Dinosaur and Cami- A Princess Doll.  Well this is all fine EXCEPT we happen to know that Santa went a totally different direction that didnt include dinosaurs or princesses.  Looks like Santa will be headed back to ye olde workbench to fulfill last minute wishes...just when santa thought he could kick back with his cocoa.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-7386590545019948661?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7386590545019948661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=7386590545019948661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7386590545019948661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7386590545019948661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-miracle.html' title='Christmas Miracle'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/STn0MvKS0aI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kXFt7BB7mhY/s72-c/Memorial_20081205_000565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-6993445741076550007</id><published>2008-11-25T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:55:18.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade and Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzySuSn4aI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nghSWhZTNhk/s1600-h/DSC_0316_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzySuSn4aI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nghSWhZTNhk/s400/DSC_0316_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272855667221717410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzyDKbb3VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ja99mf-1rQw/s1600-h/DSC_0150_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzyDKbb3VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ja99mf-1rQw/s400/DSC_0150_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272855399896964434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cami's turkey day festivities started last Friday with her Turkey Parade.  She made a turkey using a potato and a float to display him on.  I made sure that she completed the majority of it herself...it was like torture trying to keep my hands out of it, but I was satisfied working the glue gun and letting her do the rest.  She ended up with a pretty simple display since most of her ideas about what she wanted to do were a little out there and I wasn't really sure how she could pull them off.  As she was coloring her turkey parts she said "Hey, mom!  I know!  What if we have like an arch and we can tie some beans to strings and hang them from the arch like its raining on the turkey!"  My response..."Ummmmm?"  Next time I promise I'll find a way to help her make it happen.  Ian, Aidan, Aislyn and I all headed up to her school to watch her drag her creation around the gym to the tune of a recorded marching band.  She was so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to her school for her Thanksgiving party.  It was great to see some of her new friends and watch her interact with her classmates.  They ate, played games and made a craft...bonus, she got to leave school early with me when I left :)  What a fun day we had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzvbqjpreI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sMKYzD-G6Fs/s1600-h/DSC_0284_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzvbqjpreI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sMKYzD-G6Fs/s400/DSC_0284_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272852522303335906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzuMwHOexI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JCjsKMkbCXI/s1600-h/DSC_0296_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzuMwHOexI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JCjsKMkbCXI/s400/DSC_0296_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272851166585060114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSztvMa16dI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kH3d8OlZZN8/s1600-h/DSC_0218_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSztvMa16dI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kH3d8OlZZN8/s400/DSC_0218_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272850658787453394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan's Thanksgiving party was also today.  The kids were sooooo cute!  They made the most adorable vests and feather headbands.  When I got there, Aidan turned around with the biggest smile on his face and called out"My mommy's here!".  I was so glad to finally get to come and do something with him in his classroom.  It seems that since he started pre-school, I have either been too busy being pregnant or volunteering at Cami's school to really put in good quality time at his school.  But now that Aislyn is here and the routine at Cami's school is a little more comfortable I can look forward to spending more time with him at his school functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan and his classmates were all so sweet and polite.  They had an absolute FEAST and all of them had good manners, remembering their pleases and thank yous, waiting patiently for the moms and teachers to help them and cleaning up after themselves.  Aidan had a great time and left with a smile and a full tummy.  I left with a smile and a full heart, thankful for Aidan's teachers, his sweet friends and time spent with my little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzqsPEb2UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iCZOAltgqLU/s1600-h/DSC_0211_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzqsPEb2UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iCZOAltgqLU/s400/DSC_0211_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272847309424286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzqGnVMrRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9pQtWPhEkxs/s1600-h/DSC_0214-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzqGnVMrRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9pQtWPhEkxs/s400/DSC_0214-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272846663102016786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-6993445741076550007?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6993445741076550007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=6993445741076550007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6993445741076550007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6993445741076550007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/parade-and-parties.html' title='Parade and Parties'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSzySuSn4aI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nghSWhZTNhk/s72-c/DSC_0316_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4081123227538567076</id><published>2008-11-24T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:46:45.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSraIx0yh2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/34_1bGfOWeM/s1600-h/DSC_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSraIx0yh2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/34_1bGfOWeM/s400/DSC_0173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272266158139148130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camryn...my dear sweet beautiful first born baby girl.  You are growing up so incredibly fast.  The things that you say and do have me laughing or amazed most of the time.  You are so smart.  I watch you read and do your puzzles, take care of your brother and sister and play with your friends and I cant believe how grown up you are.  You are a talented artist and gymnast.  You draw and paint the most gorgeous creations and you love to give them away.  Gymnastics is going so well for you.  You love going to practice and I cant tell you how proud of you I feel when I see you on the bars and the beam...so fearless able and mature.  You are bright and creative, always coming up with ideas and plans, drawing maps to imaginary treasures and writing pages upon pages of words just for the sake of writing.  Seems like just yesterday that you were Aislyn's size and now more than ever I see your own individual personality blossoming...adding still another layer to the wonderful person I see you growing up to be.  You and I sometimes clash.  We both have strong wills and are alike in so many ways, but at the end of the day I know that you have learned from me and me from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSrWUS6wfOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h0UEoZd8QXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSrWUS6wfOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h0UEoZd8QXQ/s400/DSC_0186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272261957954600162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4081123227538567076?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4081123227538567076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4081123227538567076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4081123227538567076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4081123227538567076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSraIx0yh2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/34_1bGfOWeM/s72-c/DSC_0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4967274544253429615</id><published>2008-11-19T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:43:42.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSTc5GCjbII/AAAAAAAAATw/VKvjY408FAI/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSTc5GCjbII/AAAAAAAAATw/VKvjY408FAI/s400/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580337362300034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSTcuHVgGJI/AAAAAAAAATo/wsZIsLaM_CY/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSTcuHVgGJI/AAAAAAAAATo/wsZIsLaM_CY/s400/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580148731648146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSTciUrS_XI/AAAAAAAAATg/v9621_z9cfA/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSTciUrS_XI/AAAAAAAAATg/v9621_z9cfA/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579946154294642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan has had a major case of the "mood swings" lately.  One moment he's smiling from ear to ear screaming "Im Happy!" and the next minute hes on the floor wailing over something silly like not getting to pick out his own cup.  He absolutely adores his baby sister and his big sister but at times I think he really does feel the middle child blues...not old enough to do everything Cami can do and not the baby anymore either.  Top that off with potty training frustrations and we have the perfect storm.  Well this morning as we headed off to school he sat quietly in the backseat and then suddenly piped up "Im happy today!"  "Im a big boy!"  So before we got to school I pulled over at the park and we got out to play for a little while.  As sour as his mood has been, I couldn't bear to miss out on this bright and likely fleeting moment of happiness.  It was a beautiful day and though I knew he had to get to school (which he LOVES) I realized how much I miss our "just me and him mornings".  I miss taking him to music and the library and to play with his friends.  Im excited to be able to do all of those things with Aislyn, but theres just something different and special about hanging out with Aidan.  Hes the coolest boy I know.  I love you little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4967274544253429615?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4967274544253429615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4967274544253429615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4967274544253429615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4967274544253429615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-happy.html' title='So Happy!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSTc5GCjbII/AAAAAAAAATw/VKvjY408FAI/s72-c/DSC_0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-8235085193779044488</id><published>2008-11-18T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:14:36.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSOSei2LKBI/AAAAAAAAATY/T8t0a0kMgLE/s1600-h/DSC_0435-2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSOSei2LKBI/AAAAAAAAATY/T8t0a0kMgLE/s400/DSC_0435-2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270217042401372178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aislyn has been spending alot more of her day wide eyed, awake and wanting to be held.  She is such a cuddler!  Shes got the biggest dark blue eyes.  Shes constantly looking around so interested in everything around her. She especially loves to watch her brother and sister...and they love to watch her.  If Ian and I hold her facing away from us, she cranes her neck around to see the source of our voices.  Shes so aware and alert, just taking it all in.  She makes the funniest faces too.  I wish I could see what she sees... judging from her expression sometimes, the World must be a pretty spectacular place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSOQ7Kea_NI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GI53sa5_6zU/s1600-h/DSC_0455_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSOQ7Kea_NI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GI53sa5_6zU/s400/DSC_0455_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270215335052246226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-8235085193779044488?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8235085193779044488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=8235085193779044488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8235085193779044488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/8235085193779044488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/wide-awake.html' title='Wide Awake'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSOSei2LKBI/AAAAAAAAATY/T8t0a0kMgLE/s72-c/DSC_0435-2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-5518303275659276238</id><published>2008-11-17T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:58:47.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Little Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJZARMeBII/AAAAAAAAATI/VpEFk9ZrIhk/s1600-h/DSC_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJZARMeBII/AAAAAAAAATI/VpEFk9ZrIhk/s400/DSC_0353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269872375127475330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJYgUOMfrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lAvzUfrK4Ek/s1600-h/DSC_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJYgUOMfrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lAvzUfrK4Ek/s400/DSC_0366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269871826184208050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJYV-JH0AI/AAAAAAAAASw/vQeiv8-IUpw/s1600-h/DSC_0370-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJYV-JH0AI/AAAAAAAAASw/vQeiv8-IUpw/s400/DSC_0370-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269871648458657794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJUJzCodTI/AAAAAAAAASo/L4hPnE5WWUs/s1600-h/DSC_0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJUJzCodTI/AAAAAAAAASo/L4hPnE5WWUs/s400/DSC_0391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269867041273705778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Eliza recently posted a beautiful new picture of her three kiddos on her Facebook page and it got me thinking that since Aislyn was born I havent really photographed all three together.  The main reason I havent is because Im totally intimidated...like I told Eliza, photographing more than 2 children is like herding cats.  One is always going off some crazy direction and by the time you get that one under control another has gone crazy on you.  Its enough to make a girl with a camera break a sweat.  I finally decided "OH WELL!"  They are who they are...it just makes the photo that much more special.  You capture that moment as it is for better or worse and you find later that the memory of the chaos that ensued from trying to take a perfect picture can be priceless.  Some day when my children are grown and are able to sit pretty and "pose" I'll long for those days when they were just themselves- laughing, bickering, crying and goofing off with total disregard for who would see and what others would think.  Thats why I love Eliza's work- she captures her subjects as they are and no matter the expression on their face all you see is perfection.&lt;div&gt;So although I will never give up on the perfect all smiles image of my 3 little monkeys, I will treasure all those in between moments of blissful imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3257468039842459739-5518303275659276238?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5518303275659276238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=5518303275659276238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5518303275659276238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5518303275659276238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-little-monkeys.html' title='3 Little Monkeys'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSJZARMeBII/AAAAAAAAATI/VpEFk9ZrIhk/s72-c/DSC_0353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-6167080470957843089</id><published>2008-11-17T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:37:10.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSIAGaQxuVI/AAAAAAAAASg/bslH9rik8JU/s1600-h/HPIM0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSIAGaQxuVI/AAAAAAAAASg/bslH9rik8JU/s320/HPIM0857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269774624105806162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSH_-y80FUI/AAAAAAAAASY/c9ypwZGJ8MI/s1600-h/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSH_-y80FUI/AAAAAAAAASY/c9ypwZGJ8MI/s320/DSC_0393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269774493294007618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday night Ian and I headed out to Minute Maid Park to see Madonna.  The Sticky and Sweet tour was our 4th Madonna "experience".  We saw the Drowned Tour in 2001 in Vegas, Reinvention in 2004 in Atlanta and Confessions in 2006 in Hartford.  This time around she stopped through Texas FINALLY..the first time she has been here since Blonde Ambition back in the 90's.  And a good thing it was here in Houston, because with the new baby traveling for Madonna was not in the cards this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to the big review...of the 4 shows we've seen, probably the weakest BUT STILL GREAT NONE THE LESS!  However, my opinion my have been soured by factors outside of the performance itself.  Lets start with the "ladies" (and I do use that term loosely) that sat next to us.  They arrived stinking drunk...and I do mean STINKING...sat down and immediately started chatting.  They spoke of things that made no sense and asked me to take about 1000 pictures of them with their phone (all of which were blurry because they couldnt hold steady if their life depended on it).  As if sitting next to Drunk and Drunker wasnt bad enough...Madonna was 2 hours, yes I said it TWO HOURS late!  Totally unforgivable.  The show itself was super great.  Definitely not as flashy and theatrical as in the past, but still well done and worth every penny.  Wonderful set list, beautiful video backdrops and as always, fabulous dancers...just on a much smaller scale.  The updated version of Like a Prayer was worth the price of admission alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSH5hnYVfZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HYyL_lsn9uQ/s1600-h/HPIM0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSH5hnYVfZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HYyL_lsn9uQ/s320/HPIM0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269767394902244754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-6167080470957843089?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6167080470957843089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=6167080470957843089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6167080470957843089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6167080470957843089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-night-ian-and-i-headed-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SSIAGaQxuVI/AAAAAAAAASg/bslH9rik8JU/s72-c/HPIM0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2164408947245015067</id><published>2008-11-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:48:47.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's 1st Bows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRzY8-WXH8I/AAAAAAAAASI/QiNekFAMJMI/s1600-h/DSC_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRzY8-WXH8I/AAAAAAAAASI/QiNekFAMJMI/s400/DSC_0341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268324206157176770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jessica makes the most beautiful bows (headbands, tutus, ribbon boards...she does it all!).  So this morning we went over to her house to pick out some new ones just for Aislyn...I would hate for Cami to have to share her stash.  She had gorgeous stuff in every color I could imagine.  I got a pretty good collection going but really wish I could have had one of everything!  Its so great to have such talented friends!  I cant wait for her to get her website up!  Thanks Jessica :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2164408947245015067?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2164408947245015067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2164408947245015067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2164408947245015067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2164408947245015067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/babys-1st-bows.html' title='Baby&apos;s 1st Bows'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRzY8-WXH8I/AAAAAAAAASI/QiNekFAMJMI/s72-c/DSC_0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-3923952186688049380</id><published>2008-11-11T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:36:10.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-E-C-K!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRneoGgC-GI/AAAAAAAAASA/MCuplbu5TnI/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRneoGgC-GI/AAAAAAAAASA/MCuplbu5TnI/s400/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267486019707664482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRneb97LXqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/41gRWqfsdZ0/s1600-h/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRneb97LXqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/41gRWqfsdZ0/s400/DSC_0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267485811247111842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRneOmAsXZI/AAAAAAAAARw/SV5BLw-6FHY/s1600-h/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRneOmAsXZI/AAAAAAAAARw/SV5BLw-6FHY/s400/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267485581489495442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday the 8th grade cheerleaders from Beck Junior High came out to take their casual team pictures.  These girls were so very sweet, kind and patient.  They happily sat through about 200 team and buddy shots.  They were so much fun.  Their energy was absolutely contagious.  I left feeling carefree, young and energized.  What a great group of girls.  I hope that they will cherish these days and their friendships with each other for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-3923952186688049380?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3923952186688049380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=3923952186688049380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3923952186688049380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3923952186688049380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-e-c-k.html' title='B-E-C-K!!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRneoGgC-GI/AAAAAAAAASA/MCuplbu5TnI/s72-c/DSC_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-6649505746642583883</id><published>2008-11-11T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:35:14.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRm0OYFayqI/AAAAAAAAARo/mZ8FmeAXJac/s1600-h/HPIM08341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRm0OYFayqI/AAAAAAAAARo/mZ8FmeAXJac/s400/HPIM08341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267439398262852258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its in the unwritten manual of mommyhood.  &lt;div&gt;Section 5 Article 2: As a mom you are hereby contractually obligated to fulfill all requests, both anticipated and unanticipated, set forth  by your child's school until said child reaches the age at which he/she can responsibly fulfill such requests independently (which may be never).  These requests may come in the form of a written note home or in some cases through the vague undetailed words of the child herself/himself.  In the latter situation the child may choose to express such requests at the last minute (i.e. 8:00 pm the night before it is needed).  In such cases, that person occupying the title of mom must immediately get her ass in gear and make said request happen come hell or high water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and this is exactly what happened last night.  The evening was winding down.  Dinner was in the final stages of preparation and backpacks were being sorted through and organized or the next day.  I gathered a baggy of 50 googly eyes for Cami's 50th day of school.  Thats when I heard it...the sing songy voice of my 5 year old "Oh! and  mom, we are supposed to dress in 50s clothes for the 50th day of school!  You know, like a poodle skirt!"  ACK!  My mind started to race...where did she think I was going to get a poodle skirt?  Was I just supposed to whip it out of some magical Mary Poppins bag?  I quickly started thinking of alternatives but could only imagine her disappointment if her poodle skirt dreams were not realized.  So after dinner we (yep the whole family) made a mad dash for the fabric store.  I came home armed with felt, elastic and a handful of shiny this and thats.  I measured her and sent her to bed.  Then, with a Christmas tree skirt to use as a "pattern", I blew the dust off the old sewing machine and set to work.  By 10:30 we had a poodle skirt!  I rewarded myself with a bowl of Rocky Road, fed the baby and went to bed feeling like mom of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-6649505746642583883?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6649505746642583883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=6649505746642583883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6649505746642583883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6649505746642583883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look What I Did!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRm0OYFayqI/AAAAAAAAARo/mZ8FmeAXJac/s72-c/HPIM08341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4005748303785363540</id><published>2008-11-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:20:27.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRiykFDRnDI/AAAAAAAAARg/QQZZs4UY1oA/s1600-h/DSC_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRiykFDRnDI/AAAAAAAAARg/QQZZs4UY1oA/s400/DSC_0337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267156097110744114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRiybm8peRI/AAAAAAAAARY/8fge9olAx-I/s1600-h/DSC_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRiybm8peRI/AAAAAAAAARY/8fge9olAx-I/s400/DSC_0317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267155951590930706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so hard to believe that my baby girl is 1 month old today!  If she were born on her due date we would probably just now be on our way back from the hospital.  Instead, today I took Aislyn for her 1 month well check.  Aislyn is growing like a weed.  She is now 7 lbs. 10 oz. and 20.25 inches.  She is eating like a champ...still nursing and bottle feeding.  She sleeps 7 to 8 hours at night and is very laid back.  She's not bothered by our noisy household or her brother and sister who cant seem to get enough of her.  She's soooo easy going.  She REALLY likes to be held, so my Moby Wrap has been a life saver.  I can wrap her up and "wear" her and still do everything that I wold normally do.  She is such a sweet addition to our family and I cant imagine us without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4005748303785363540?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4005748303785363540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4005748303785363540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4005748303785363540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4005748303785363540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-month-old.html' title='1 Month Old!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SRiykFDRnDI/AAAAAAAAARg/QQZZs4UY1oA/s72-c/DSC_0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4915964643152324150</id><published>2008-11-02T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:16:59.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3ScgQLfBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CTZILHSsbWE/s1600-h/DSC_0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3ScgQLfBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CTZILHSsbWE/s400/DSC_0847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264094926601944082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pumpkins and costumes and candy OH MY!  We had such a fun Halloween this year!  Aidan was a Pirate, Cami was a Ballerina and Aislyn (see below) was a Cheerleader.  We started the week by decorating our porch with painted pumpkins.  Cami and Aidan got out the paint and got a little messy making their SCARY creations.  Cami even took hers to school to mark the end of their Pumpkin Week...they have been exploring pumpkins and parts of the pumpkin for their Kindergarten science unit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday we went to a Halloween party and celebrated with friends.  The kids all wore their costumes, had pizza and treats and played until they were exhausted.  The parents all got some time to hang out and visit- a GREAT time had by all!  Thanks Marlene and Rebecca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday we met up with our dear friends so that Cami and Aidan could Trick or treat with Cooper and Bailey.  We had so much fun watching the Trick or Treaters go by, handing out candy, chatting and laughing.  When the kids were finished gathering a healthy stash of treats, they picked through and ate some favorites and played for a while until it was time to go.  They were completely exhausted from all the fun and totally crashed after enjoying a brief sugar high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Highlights of Halloween this year included having Aislyn here for her first of many spooky nights out, seeing Cami and Aidan enjoy time with friends, and of course Ian and I enjoying our big family of five and happy times shared with friends of our own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3O8wJGLeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yCyPq_xbOZo/s1600-h/DSC_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3O8wJGLeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yCyPq_xbOZo/s320/DSC_0648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264091082576506338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3OyG-U-VI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xqEJzGdHZRE/s1600-h/DSC_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3OyG-U-VI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xqEJzGdHZRE/s320/DSC_0652.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090899726793042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3OlGzHtPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zCNfhRN4Epk/s1600-h/DSC_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3OlGzHtPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zCNfhRN4Epk/s320/DSC_0670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090676341486834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3Oal1s4QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WK5uEOyKfec/s1600-h/DSC_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3Oal1s4QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WK5uEOyKfec/s320/DSC_0677.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090495695249666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3OM4-Pf4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/x19DLmRQ3Qw/s1600-h/DSC_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3OM4-Pf4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/x19DLmRQ3Qw/s320/DSC_0681.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090260313177986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3N-RjKi3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7H5n-VunyNo/s1600-h/DSC_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3N-RjKi3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7H5n-VunyNo/s320/DSC_0691.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090009212455794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4915964643152324150?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4915964643152324150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4915964643152324150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4915964643152324150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4915964643152324150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQ3ScgQLfBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CTZILHSsbWE/s72-c/DSC_0847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2418794600049696544</id><published>2008-10-28T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:25:27.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQflDY3XDvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/l44f72Vs-3c/s1600-h/DSC_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQflDY3XDvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/l44f72Vs-3c/s400/DSC_0722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262426535982730994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfkb0D8_uI/AAAAAAAAAP4/trY3wwHnJzs/s1600-h/DSC_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfkb0D8_uI/AAAAAAAAAP4/trY3wwHnJzs/s400/DSC_0724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262425856088538850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a big day for my little guy.  He took his first school pictures and had his first appointment with the dentist.  The night before, Aidan helped pick out his own clothes for his picture.  He brushed his teeth with a little extra enthusiasm and practiced his smile in the mirror.  He was so excited about going to Big Boy School and taking his pictures, but even MORE excited about the dentist!  Cami has been talking it up quite a bit (she ADORES the dentist).  She told him all about Miss Kim the hygenist and how she makes your teeth shiny.  She also told him about the goody bag he would get and the treasure chest filled with stickers and color books and little ceramics to paint.  She really did make it sound like Disney World and Aidan was so excited about it you would have thought thats where we were going!  He did so good.  He let Miss Kim count polish and rinse his teeth.  He was a little apprehensive about the flouride but other than that was absolutely perfect...he really enjoyed it!  When we left he chatted with all the front desk ladies and politely said "I'll see you later".  He couldnt wait to get home and show off his brand new smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfhuPU5jAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qaAeGZBnVOY/s1600-h/DSC_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfhuPU5jAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qaAeGZBnVOY/s400/DSC_0720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262422874110135298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfhZoQ3G_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/mcOwcQeaRtw/s1600-h/DSC_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfhZoQ3G_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/mcOwcQeaRtw/s400/DSC_0725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262422520026831858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2418794600049696544?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2418794600049696544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2418794600049696544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2418794600049696544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2418794600049696544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/smile.html' title='SMILE!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQflDY3XDvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/l44f72Vs-3c/s72-c/DSC_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-6360700107543090135</id><published>2008-10-28T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:02:25.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Brooke Shields and Her Silly Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfbe3UpfQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Jlw0pmUwpzo/s1600-h/DSC_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfbe3UpfQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Jlw0pmUwpzo/s400/DSC_0727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416012898827522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it was inevitable...as much as I resisted and REALLY did try not to give in to the last badge of mommyhood, there was just no way I was going to cram three car seats into my beloved Jetta.  So yesterday, kicking and screaming (almost literally), I drove my last drive in my little car straight to the dealership.  It was time to put on my big girl britches and face the fact that I just needed something bigger to haul my brood.  With each passing mile I thought of all the words and phrases that would describe my new ride- mommymobile, grocery getter, VAN!  Ugh!  Nothing fun or cool about any of it.  I saw my life flash before me as I parked my little Jetta and walked into West Houston VW...I just knew that my days of carefree youth were gone with this final transition from compact car to MINIVAN!  Then I saw her...the 2009 VW Routan SEL.  So many cool features, gorgeous interior, sumptuous leather, that new car smell...ahhh!  All that and it drives like a dream.  A few signatures and a handshake and she was all mine!  As we walked out to my brand new vehicle (with only 30 little miles on it), my old car was parked right behind her.  It was sad to say good bye and Im not ashamed to say that actual tears were shed, but we both new that greater things were in store for us.  Im sure my little Jetta will soon belong to a new driver that will take her on many wonderous adventures.  As for me...look out Katy Texas because Im behind the wheel of the most bad ass mini van on the road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-6360700107543090135?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6360700107543090135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=6360700107543090135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6360700107543090135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6360700107543090135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/darn-brooke-shields-and-her-silly.html' title='Darn Brooke Shields and Her Silly Commercials'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQfbe3UpfQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Jlw0pmUwpzo/s72-c/DSC_0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4882903835666748419</id><published>2008-10-28T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:49:50.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Week Check Up and Getting Ready for Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQds1M5KITI/AAAAAAAAAPY/D5GNBSBL07k/s1600-h/DSC_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQds1M5KITI/AAAAAAAAAPY/D5GNBSBL07k/s400/DSC_0759.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262294350855545138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday was Aislyn's two week check up.  She is in the 5th percentile and growing steadily on her curve.  She is now 19.75 inches and 6 lbs. 10 oz.  She's growing so fast!  Even with all the growth we were still having issues finding a Halloween costume.  One of the KLP moms suggested that I try one of the "outfits" from Build-A-Bear.  Ashley had given me a cheerleader BAB when I was coaching cheer years ago.  So I tried it and IT FITS!!!  Its Perfect.  I cant wait to take her out with Cami and Aidan for her first Trick or Treat.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4882903835666748419?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4882903835666748419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4882903835666748419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4882903835666748419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4882903835666748419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-week-check-up-and-getting-ready-for.html' title='2 Week Check Up and Getting Ready for Halloween!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQds1M5KITI/AAAAAAAAAPY/D5GNBSBL07k/s72-c/DSC_0759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4168516953362268016</id><published>2008-10-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:12:52.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOLy74P14I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SGz8vt_ebIo/s1600-h/DSC_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOLy74P14I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SGz8vt_ebIo/s400/DSC_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261202496882202498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan has been loving his new role as a big brother!  Big Brother=Big Boy=Big Helper.  He loves helping around the house.  He helps with the dishwasher, picks up his toys and is the Master Pacifier Retriever.  He is so proud of himself when he helps.  I cant believe how much my baby boy has grown up.  Hes so big and kind and sensitive.  Whenever someone is feeling bad he shows so much concern and is moved to help comfort them.  When he hears Aislyn cry he immediately heads for the anti bacterial pump to wash his hands and then runs over to find her paci, puts it in her mouth, kisses her head and tells her "its ok Aislyn!"  He offers hugs when Cami is in a bad mood and a smile and kiss when I've had a particularly hard day.  I love that even though hes all boy- rough and tumble, loud, boisterous, and a total dare devil- he also has a soft side.  Now if we could just conquer potty training...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOJZnc2MSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/f43flv0Iohs/s1600-h/DSC_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOJZnc2MSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/f43flv0Iohs/s400/DSC_0646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261199862878581026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOJFKp7ZCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F-zRLWlL2mU/s1600-h/DSC_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOJFKp7ZCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F-zRLWlL2mU/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261199511551435810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOH8yFw0hI/AAAAAAAAAO4/E4287nEjGHc/s1600-h/DSC_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOH8yFw0hI/AAAAAAAAAO4/E4287nEjGHc/s400/DSC_0636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261198268006715922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4168516953362268016?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4168516953362268016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4168516953362268016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4168516953362268016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4168516953362268016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-helper.html' title='Big Helper'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQOLy74P14I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SGz8vt_ebIo/s72-c/DSC_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-445939545596686340</id><published>2008-10-24T08:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:37:32.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHoraSS5FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_UVkANYsjCw/s1600-h/DSC_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHoraSS5FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_UVkANYsjCw/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741672233526354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So heres my two week old sleepy little cupcake.  She always looks so happy and content when she sleeps.  I sometimes just sit and watch her with her random smiles, soft little sighs and her eyes moving under her eyelids and I wonder "what is she dreaming about?"  Her world is so simple right now.  She wakes up to eat and get a diaper change or just to look around for an hour or so before slipping back into quiet content sleep.  So what is going on behind those eyelids??  Does she dream of her brother's kisses?  Her sister's songs?  Her daddy's touch?  Her mommy's snuggles?  Gramma's laugh?  As much as I cant wait for her to be more awake and expressive, I also want it to go by slow.  These moments pass too fast...but I know I'll have glimpses back to these days when I watch her sleep like her 2 year old brother and 5 year old sister.  It doesn't matter how much they grow, they all have that same expression of quiet comfort when they sleep.  At the end of the day, when you see them so peaceful, all seems right with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-445939545596686340?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/445939545596686340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=445939545596686340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/445939545596686340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/445939545596686340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHoraSS5FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_UVkANYsjCw/s72-c/DSC_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1828499898340127644</id><published>2008-10-24T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:23:06.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHoU-tcEUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/N1VrKUIq67A/s1600-h/HPIM0822_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHoU-tcEUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/N1VrKUIq67A/s400/HPIM0822_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741286874059074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHmvoOBOMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/H1WptumTRsI/s1600-h/HPIM0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHmvoOBOMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/H1WptumTRsI/s400/HPIM0830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260739545669908674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Cami's first public school field trip...she was sooooo excited!  She was up early, ate breakfast and dressed in record time.  Im still not cleared to drive, so daddy went on the field trip while I stayed home and thought of all the fun I was missing with Cami...guess when you have three kiddos you have to get used to dividing your time.  Im sure Ian often thinks about all the fun Im having with the baby all to myself throughout the morning, or at playdates and activities with Cami and Aidan.  Im so glad that he is flexible with his work schedule and gets plenty of time to be a part of all the milestones and activities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of all the excitement of Dewberry Farm itself, Cami also got to ride the BIG YELLOW BUS for the first time ever.  I asked her if it was as great as she thought it would be and she said "um, not really...the other kids kept leaning on me to see out the window.  BUT I still wanna ride the bus to school because I dont mind kids leaning on me so much."   Hmmmm...bottom line, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still not ready for my baby to ride the bus on a regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all they had a great time.  Ian had 4 kids assigned to him and the trip was very well organized...only one little mishap.  At one point, Ian was gathering the kids to move on to the next activity.  They were just waiting on Cami to come down the "fireman's pole" on a playfort.  Somehow she missed the pole and ended up free falling about 6 feet from the second level of the fort landing on a wooden deck below.  Ian said it looked really scary and he thought for sure there would be a broken bone involved (she fell on her hip).  However, she only cried for a moment and spent the next 20 minutes jumping on an inflatable bubble, confirming that all was well.  I think Ian was counting his lucky stars that of all the kids to have anything go wrong it was our kid and he was there to comfort her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at the end of the day we had one exhausted kindergartener who was in bed by 7:45!  God Bless Field Trips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHh00b3fZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0mxY2utBSPA/s1600-h/HPIM0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHh00b3fZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0mxY2utBSPA/s400/HPIM0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260734137290423698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1828499898340127644?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1828499898340127644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1828499898340127644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1828499898340127644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1828499898340127644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/kindergarten-field-trip.html' title='Kindergarten Field Trip'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SQHoU-tcEUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/N1VrKUIq67A/s72-c/HPIM0822_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-7924068232606796794</id><published>2008-10-17T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:51:42.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlN_vhJZ9I/AAAAAAAAANs/xRWe-1T55Go/s1600-h/DSC_0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlN_vhJZ9I/AAAAAAAAANs/xRWe-1T55Go/s400/DSC_0593.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258319797414356946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlLICoNXZI/AAAAAAAAANk/kUfrXAvVcew/s1600-h/DSC_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlLICoNXZI/AAAAAAAAANk/kUfrXAvVcew/s400/DSC_0571.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258316641448320402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a week this has been!  The first seven days have gone by so fast!  Aislyn is proving to be a perfect name for our newest little sweetheart.  The name is Irish for "dream like"  and she is exactly that...a dream baby!  She is nursing like a pro and taking a bottle with no problem switching from one to the other.  At her appointment on Wednesday she was back up to 6 pounds even!  She sleeps for 5-6 hour stretches at night and is blending in perfectly with our household routines.  Nothing seems to bother her which is a good thing since our home is filled with noise and activity most of the time.  Cami and Aidan love being "helpers"...going to get burp cloths, throwing away diapers, helping with feedings and retrieving pacifiers.  My mom has been so amazing this past week, running the kids to and from school, gymnastics and swim, making them feel special and important and making sure that Ian and I are getting plenty of rest, time to organize and time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;Aidan adores Aislyn, she is the first thing he looks for in the morning.  He wants to constantly be looking at her and touching her.  However, we have noticed some behaviors from him that we hope will pass.  He needs our attention and wen he doesn't immediately have it, will mis-behave to get it.  He is also doing things like constantly putting his hands in his mouth, he tried to put on Aislyn's cap, sit in her car seat and the other day he came around the corner with Aislyn's paci in his mouth (he hasn't used a pacifier since his 1st birthday).  I know all of this is to be expected, but its still a little frustrating.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlIMUAm6uI/AAAAAAAAANU/eJZyilfYbaE/s1600-h/DSC_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlIMUAm6uI/AAAAAAAAANU/eJZyilfYbaE/s400/DSC_0595.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258313416298654434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlH0TDHfDI/AAAAAAAAANM/TWhg0oWAa2o/s1600-h/DSC_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlH0TDHfDI/AAAAAAAAANM/TWhg0oWAa2o/s400/DSC_0611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258313003723881522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a conference with Cami's teacher today and she reassured us that all was well with Camryn at school.  She is meeting and exceeding all academic expectations, has a good attitude and is making friends.  Ms. Havard says that Cami seems to be handling the new arrival well, that she is excited about her sister and enjoys writing and talking about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all things are going well.  Our family is all falling into place.  I cant believe how fortunate we are.  Ian and I are more in love with each other every day.  Our children are healthy and happy.  Our lives are so full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlBUnJPmWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kc6CtkGRiwE/s1600-h/DSC_0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlBUnJPmWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kc6CtkGRiwE/s400/DSC_0613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258305862292707682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-7924068232606796794?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7924068232606796794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=7924068232606796794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7924068232606796794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7924068232606796794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-week-old.html' title='1 Week Old!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPlN_vhJZ9I/AAAAAAAAANs/xRWe-1T55Go/s72-c/DSC_0593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-3106931449991676428</id><published>2008-10-13T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:09:32.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPPHFfOEAXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jTah5D1su0E/s1600-h/DSC_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPPHFfOEAXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jTah5D1su0E/s400/DSC_0540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256764087165256050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aislyn Heath Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Born 10/10/08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5:55 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6 lbs. 3 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18.25 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are so happy to finally have you home with us!  Born at 36 weeks, you came much earlier than we expected but you are perfect and healthy...proving that only you knew when the "right" time was.  You are such a great little sleeper, so peaceful and content.  When we brought you home today you were 5 lbs 10 oz at your last weigh in, but you are eating well and will grow bigger and stronger every day.  You look so much like your brother and sister did.  We are all so completely in love with you!  Cami came home from school today and made a beeline for you! She stood and held your little hand for about 15 minutes...never saying a word just held your hand and smiled down at you.  Aidan came in when he woke up from his nap and stood peeking over the edge of the cradle next to Cami saying "shes sleepy!" and "shes cute!"  Daddy and I are still in awe of all three of our little ones...so strong, beautiful, happy and amazing.  Each of you a special gift.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family:verdana;"&gt;So with you we are now a great big family of five and I cant imagine being a part of anything greater than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-3106931449991676428?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3106931449991676428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=3106931449991676428' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3106931449991676428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3106931449991676428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SPPHFfOEAXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jTah5D1su0E/s72-c/DSC_0540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1354762865852400964</id><published>2008-09-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:47:48.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces with names</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNkPccrfSlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/J7zSkQ9nm9g/s1600-h/DSC_0374-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNkPccrfSlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/J7zSkQ9nm9g/s400/DSC_0374-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249243822086376018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends have heard me talk about my family, but have never had the chance to meet them all in person- so this is my opportunity to put some faces with names!  This past February they moved back to the Houston area...and even better, across the street from us!  Cami and Aidan can walk over anytime they feel like it, which is pretty often!  They love to go over and play with Gramma's buckets of toys, sit in Papa's chair and raid the pantry.  They would be over there every day if I let them!&lt;div&gt;My brother Todd is 12 and in the 7th grade.  He loves to skateboard and we get to see him daily playing in the cul-de-sac with his buddies.  Aidan adores him, looks up to him and wants to do everything like him.  I can convince Aidan of pretty much anything if I tell him its Uncle Todd's idea.  My sister Nicole is 16 and a Junior in High School.  Shes got a pretty busy social calendar so we dont see as much of her as we do everyone else.  She does pop over occasionally for help on her homework or to "borrow" a flat iron, bag or some other necessity...and sometimes just to say "hey".  She's getting her license in December so this is fair warning to the rest of you Katyites...coming soon to a roadway near you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really have enjoyed having them all so close.  They moved out of the Houston area just after I graduated from college- heading first to Arizona then to San Antonio.  It seems perfect timing for them to be back near us now with Aislyn on the way.  What a blessing to be able to have the children grow up with close family near by, hopefully they will stay put for a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...now if only we could convince my sister and her family in Minnesota that Texas would be a good fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1354762865852400964?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1354762865852400964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1354762865852400964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1354762865852400964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1354762865852400964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/faces-with-names.html' title='Faces with names'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNkPccrfSlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/J7zSkQ9nm9g/s72-c/DSC_0374-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-6365192625694421126</id><published>2008-09-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:20:20.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAORpE9eyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hwQUzL6wlfg/s1600-h/DSC_0305-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAORpE9eyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hwQUzL6wlfg/s400/DSC_0305-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246709262133852962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know that my out of town friends want all the gory Ike details about how we weathered the storm...so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; my official IKE POST!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very lucky in the grand scheme of all the devastation that the Houston area has suffered.  We never had a loss of power, cable or water services.  We had no damage to our home or property.  We have pretty much come out on the other side of Ike unscathed suffering only a few minor inconveniences.  Schools have been closed since Friday (scheduled to reopen here in Katy next Monday 22).  Because of this the children have come down with some pretty severe cases of cabin fever!  Even though we have power and cable TV still in tact, Cami has found other things to busy herself.  She has constructed every puzzle in our possession, our floors and tables at various points over the last couple of days have been littered with completed puzzles that she refused to deconstruct (although Aidan has no problem with deconstruction much to her dismay!).  She has roamed the house with a clip board and pencil copying every bit of print within her eye line of site...accumulating pages and pages of lists of random words.  She has played babies, barbies, pet shop and potato head, made a trip a day to Gramma's house and ridden her bike in circles inside and outside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAM1HKVmJI/AAAAAAAAAME/w_NV5FZ6cso/s1600-h/DSC_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAM1HKVmJI/AAAAAAAAAME/w_NV5FZ6cso/s400/DSC_0352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246707672481634450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAMh_cvvzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Up2mKviGZQM/s1600-h/DSC_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAMh_cvvzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Up2mKviGZQM/s400/DSC_0319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246707343993847602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan on the other hand is much more content to watch TV, lounge and wait for an invitation to play from Cami.  He too has looked forward to his daily visit with Gramma...shes more fun, has better toys and better snacks :)  In all of the madness he has also taken to securing his valuables.  He has a bag and a box that he has been carrying around from room to room...even toted "his stuff" across the street to Gramma's house.  The bag is full of underpants and the box has his Spiderman lunchbox (with tech decks and random toys inside), his pirate halloween costume, his bunny and his blankie...you know, the necessities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAL7jllJiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mMCgOrql1Hk/s1600-h/DSC_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAL7jllJiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mMCgOrql1Hk/s400/DSC_0328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246706683679680034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNALqtB1zXI/AAAAAAAAALs/95eEx9J03Mc/s1600-h/DSC_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNALqtB1zXI/AAAAAAAAALs/95eEx9J03Mc/s400/DSC_0344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246706394156354930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Ian and I, our main challenge has been gathering those basic things that we need on a daily basis for ourselves and the kids.  Prior to the storm we consumed most of our refrigerated and frozen foods in case we lost power and refrigeration.  Local stores are slowly reopening, but most are poorly stocked as far as dairy, produce and meats.  The kids are big milk drinkers and fruit eaters so this has been particularly difficult. However, round of applause to my super hunter gatherer of a husband who managed to track down two half gallons of organic milk, a dozen eggs, strawberries and bananas keeping his promise to never let his family go without!  Gas is the next challenge.  Fuel stations have also been reopening, but the long lines are a bit of a chore.  The good news is that the more Im out and about, the more it seems that Katy is on its way to quickly getting back to normal.  I predict that by this weekend, with the exception of some cleanup and debris around our town, we will be back to (or close to) business as usual.  We really do have wonderful neighbors, friends and community that are all looking out for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAI05Q1mJI/AAAAAAAAALM/0Wd6xaSY7GM/s1600-h/DSC_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAI05Q1mJI/AAAAAAAAALM/0Wd6xaSY7GM/s400/DSC_0311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246703270704289938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that when things are uncertain and thrown out of whack we look to the things that are constant in our lives for comfort- for those "constants" I am thankful.  Im especially thankful for my husband who always makes sure we are number one on his list, my parents who have been such a part of ours and the children's lives since the day the moved down here and my dear friends for the sanity saving play dates and girl time.  You are all my treasures and Id be up a creek without a paddle without you!  &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/3257468039842459739-6365192625694421126?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6365192625694421126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=6365192625694421126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6365192625694421126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6365192625694421126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike.html' title='IKE'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SNAORpE9eyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hwQUzL6wlfg/s72-c/DSC_0305-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4891515602652007850</id><published>2008-09-08T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:58:26.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SMV1xU6EP3I/AAAAAAAAALE/L4Inyhlaqzc/s1600-h/DSC_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SMV1xU6EP3I/AAAAAAAAALE/L4Inyhlaqzc/s400/DSC_0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243726831429107570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SMV1g7SrFMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V_UgHqExRcM/s1600-h/DSC_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SMV1g7SrFMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V_UgHqExRcM/s400/DSC_0303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243726549675087042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my last visit, my doctor noticed that my blood pressure was elevated.  This little setback landed me on modified bed rest for the next week.  To me that means take it easy and slow down...to Ian that means sit around and do nothing.  So I've been trying to find a happy medium.  There is so much still to be done!  Washing and putting away clothes, going through lists of what still needs to be bought, packing my bag for the hospital and decorating the nursery...not to mention keeping up with Cami and Aidan, regular laundry and general household stuff.  Too much to do and not enough time!&lt;div&gt;One of the things I enjoy most on my long list of "to-dos" is going through all of Aislyn's tiny little things.  Today I took some time to photograph some of her little shoes, clothes and parts of her nursery...instant relaxation!  Its hard to believe that she will be here so soon!  By the time Cami and Aidan are putting on their costumes and getting ready to go on a Halloween candy binge, our baby girl will be here!  Whether her room is ready or the clothes are all hung or everything is washed or the house is clean- shes coming!  So now we just have to let go of all the lists and enjoy these last few weeks with Aislyn safely tucked away.  This is our last baby and our last chance to experience all the little kicks and rolls and aches and pains that go along with this miracle growing inside.  So I guess bed rest is a blessing...its Gods way of saying slow down and enjoy life before you miss it all together.  Pregancy is not always fun and its easy to wish away these moments, but soon they will be gone and we will be longing to have them back.  So Im off to enjoy a nap with my little one nestled safe and sound.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4891515602652007850?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4891515602652007850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4891515602652007850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4891515602652007850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4891515602652007850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/sugar-and-spice.html' title='Sugar and Spice'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SMV1xU6EP3I/AAAAAAAAALE/L4Inyhlaqzc/s72-c/DSC_0297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-5868456912199363104</id><published>2008-08-25T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:27:10.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLzuabAobI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sXfC6xSZ0Fg/s1600-h/DSC_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238517295277449650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLzuabAobI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sXfC6xSZ0Fg/s400/DSC_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLzbwX0NYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9p6uyXT4Ikg/s1600-h/DSC_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516974752118146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLzbwX0NYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9p6uyXT4Ikg/s400/DSC_0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLzGpZLabI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M-s_YnC4S20/s1600-h/DSC_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516612101532082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLzGpZLabI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M-s_YnC4S20/s400/DSC_0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLy0GDMk7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6JXJQ-ROYmg/s1600-h/DSC_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516293376447410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLy0GDMk7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6JXJQ-ROYmg/s400/DSC_0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a big day for my baby girl (and for me).  We started preparing for today last night...laid out a new outfit, packed up Cami's pink backpack with all the papers that needed to be returned from "meet the teacher" night, packed lunches and went to bed early.  This morning Ian made Cami's favorite homemade chocolate chip waffles and a side of strawberries for breakfast and the day started off without a hitch!  Everyone was in a good mood and Cami was so excited and ready to head off to her first day in Kindergarten.  Our morning was filled with the usual hustle and bustle.  I took Cami outside for the traditional first day of school photos and was a little disappointed that the humidity was causing my lens to fog...but oh well such is life here in Texas.  So off we went, the whole family, to see Cami to her classroom and issue our hugs and goodbyes.  We got to the school, parked and walked to the building.  As we got closer, Cami said "I know where my class is!  Wanna see me walk by myself?"  I of course told her yes and she let go of my hand.  I followed behind watching my baby girl lead the way.  She knew exactly where she was going and what to do.  I marveled at her confidence as she walked ahead of me with her head held high looking for the big "K" on the wall that marked the hallway where she was to turn.  She occasionally looked back at me and would say "Its this way, follow me!"...and I did.  When we arrived in her room her teacher greeted her with the biggest warmest smile, the kind that we remember our first teachers by, and Cami greeted her back with equal warmth and excitement.  She quickly found her seat and began the desk work that the teacher had set out for the children.  I took a couple more photos and knelt by her desk to give her one last hug and kiss.  She hugged me back and said "I'll see you at the car rider line" (we rehearsed this procedure along with many others the night before).  As I left the classroom I turned to look back one last time at my little girl sitting among all of the other children in her new classroom... sitting straight in her chair with such confidence flowing through her and I was thankful.  I was thankful for all of her pre-school teachers that taught her to love school, thankful for all of her friends who have taught her to treat people with kindness and thankful that she was ours and that we would get the privilege of sharing in many moments like these with her.  That was when the first tear hit my cheek.  I wasn't sad that my child was going off without me, I was glad that we have done something right in raising this beautiful young lady to believe in herself and her ability to do for herself.  I know now that she doesn't always need to follow me...she is capable of leading the way, but her daddy and I will always be there not far behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-5868456912199363104?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5868456912199363104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=5868456912199363104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5868456912199363104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5868456912199363104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SLLzuabAobI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sXfC6xSZ0Fg/s72-c/DSC_0258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-5591352420937678575</id><published>2008-08-22T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:13:06.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2021!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK99-GEXehI/AAAAAAAAAKU/woOBz8XYrVo/s1600-h/DSC_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK99-GEXehI/AAAAAAAAAKU/woOBz8XYrVo/s400/DSC_0170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237543397389466130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK99qShFI_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7SctYq3dMhs/s1600-h/DSC_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK99qShFI_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7SctYq3dMhs/s320/DSC_0204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237543057133741042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK99bBnT_RI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ho5rHZTs4hs/s1600-h/DSC_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK99bBnT_RI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ho5rHZTs4hs/s320/DSC_0225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237542794898439442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we joined our friends for a special play date to celebrate our Kindergartners to be.  There were friends a plenty, cake, pizza...even diplomas and Pomp and Circumstance.  Most importantly of all though were our guests of honor.  Asha, Cami, Cooper, Saylor and Jolie are all headed off to begin one of many educational milestones, the Big K!  All of us proud mommies stood beaming as we watched our babies (for most of us our first born) walk across the living room and accept their diploma...their ticket to the next step.  As much time as we have spent preparing our children and ourselves for this big day, I know there will be many a tear shed as our little ones march off into the beginning of their 13 year public school journey on Monday morning.  I know that when we leave them on that first day all of us will have thoughts of how much they have grown and how far they have come in such a short time.  We will think back to those days when they were so tiny and helpless and marvel at how bright, independent and able they are.  It is yet another reminder of how quickly time goes by.  I have so many hopes and wishes for Cami and her friends.  I wish them wisdom, patience and endurance to conquer the challenges they may face; grace in their success and the ability to dream and set goals to make their dreams come true.  I hope that their friendships with each other endure and that new friendships formed are as strong and positive as those that they carry with them today.  As for the mommies, Im sending up a prayer that we all get through Monday and all of the other big moments to come leaving our kiddos with warm hugs, proud smiles and a sense of secure knowledge that we will be there for them through it all.  I cant wait to hear everyone's "Tales From The First Day".  Im so glad that I have such wonderful friends to share these moments with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK91gsH8ZiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vcHCRotWLoA/s1600-h/DSC_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK91gsH8ZiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vcHCRotWLoA/s400/DSC_0205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534096115918370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-5591352420937678575?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5591352420937678575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=5591352420937678575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5591352420937678575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5591352420937678575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/class-of-2020.html' title='Class of 2021!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SK99-GEXehI/AAAAAAAAAKU/woOBz8XYrVo/s72-c/DSC_0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4876170176371573064</id><published>2008-08-15T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:46:27.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aislyn Revealed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYwhMqMW2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/B6-9WPjWiCI/s1600-h/BABY+GIRL_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYwhMqMW2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/B6-9WPjWiCI/s400/BABY+GIRL_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234924963756792674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Relaxing with her hand under her chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYwEqWbdfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xSuFVj8pRJo/s1600-h/BABY+GIRL_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYwEqWbdfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xSuFVj8pRJo/s400/BABY+GIRL_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234924473510753778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index finger pointing at her foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYuTTBcEUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VJYODrpxHY4/s1600-h/BABY+GIRL_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYuTTBcEUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VJYODrpxHY4/s400/BABY+GIRL_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234922525923479874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is she doing crunches???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYuIxhnBMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cRZUg181U2c/s1600-h/BABY+GIRL_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYuIxhnBMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cRZUg181U2c/s400/BABY+GIRL_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234922345132917954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rubbing the top of her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYuAM_VoVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nPxtoVE49oU/s1600-h/BABY+GIRL_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYuAM_VoVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nPxtoVE49oU/s400/BABY+GIRL_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234922197886542162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her feet and her profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYtzKr31EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CIXoVMeQ5To/s1600-h/BABY+GIRL_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYtzKr31EI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CIXoVMeQ5To/s400/BABY+GIRL_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234921973929727042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Finally she shows her face!!!  We got to see it all in live motion so we were able to get an idea of her expressions and such.  Cami was so excited watching her move and stretch and kick.  Ian and I think that so far she appears to be a really good mix of Cami and Aidan.  She seems to have Aidan's nose and cheeks and Cami's mouth and chin.  She is so very active!  So much so that most of her still shots are blurred because there wasn't a moment that she was still.  She seems to be in constant motion doing her own version of baby water ballet.  Every part of her is moving and stretching from her fingertips to her sweet little toes.  Shes definitely a busy bee!  We cant wait to finally meet her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4876170176371573064?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4876170176371573064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4876170176371573064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4876170176371573064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4876170176371573064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/aislyn-revealed.html' title='Aislyn Revealed!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKYwhMqMW2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/B6-9WPjWiCI/s72-c/BABY+GIRL_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2912326874129027509</id><published>2008-08-14T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:24:57.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaaat???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKTZ6zBFZaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zUYFzW9yHW0/s1600-h/DSC_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKTZ6zBFZaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zUYFzW9yHW0/s400/DSC_0160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234548271061755298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all kids play dress up.  I've seen Cami dressed as a princess, a doctor, a fashion queen even a skunk...but this was a new one altogether.  Shes been putting together the wildest get-ups the past few days.  I've seen everything from the leotard/cape/boot combo to having on enough necklaces to put Mr. T to shame.  Im not sure where the inspiration for tonight's ensemble comes from and rather than question it I just chose to laugh along with her and make sure I got a picture for her senior yearbook.  Children are so incredibly funny.  What I wouldn't give to spend just an hour or so in the mind of my children.  To truely see the World through their eyes would be such an amazing experience.  We should all make sure to take time to be silly, make a mess and really see things the way our children do...even if it is through upside down Speedo goggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2912326874129027509?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2912326874129027509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2912326874129027509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2912326874129027509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2912326874129027509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/whaaaat.html' title='Whaaaat???'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKTZ6zBFZaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zUYFzW9yHW0/s72-c/DSC_0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1537871761877858539</id><published>2008-08-11T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:19:23.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elbows and Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKCsVJ0zaMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/898-nXbShMU/s1600-h/4D_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKCsVJ0zaMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/898-nXbShMU/s400/4D_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233372246419138754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leg, foot and arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKCsMRZQUiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CwKOpgqtwXs/s1600-h/4D_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKCsMRZQUiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CwKOpgqtwXs/s400/4D_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233372093832253986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elbows, knees and a foot&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Ian, Cami and I went in for Aislyn's long awaited 4D ultrasound.  Aidan stayed at Grammy's knowing that his patience couldn't withstand this glorious event.  We were all so eager to see our little one's face...does she look like Cami, like Aidan, like neither???  Alas, all she would give us was elbows and knees- stinker.  As soon as the US tech put the wand on my belly she said "Oh these pictures will be GREAT!!!  The fluid looks so good we're going to get some really good pictures!"  Right then it was as though our little girl, already with a mind of her own, could hear the tech's words.  She turned over to face my spine and HIDE her face!!!!  For about 40 minutes we tried to turn her.  We nudged her, I laid on my side, then the other side, then the other side again...nothing.  So the tech gave me some cold water and a jolly rancher to try to get her stimulated...and it worked!!  But now she was moving so much and so fast, turning sommersaults, kicking and waving it was impossible to get a good still shot...not to mention she was still hiding her face.  So we finally called it a day.  We will try again this Friday to see if we can get a look at her face, but for now her elbows and knees will have to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1537871761877858539?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1537871761877858539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1537871761877858539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1537871761877858539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1537871761877858539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/elbows-and-knees.html' title='Elbows and Knees'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SKCsVJ0zaMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/898-nXbShMU/s72-c/4D_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-9209813082833960074</id><published>2008-07-31T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:57:48.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SJJplcIA5fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WQ6yuW8NOZg/s1600-h/DSC_0187_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SJJplcIA5fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WQ6yuW8NOZg/s400/DSC_0187_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229358209256449522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I attended their wedding almost two years ago I thought to myself  "This couple is blessed!"  So many friends and family, so much love and happiness.  From the start you could tell that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deepali&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nihar&lt;/span&gt; were meant for one another.  They are true best friends who can easily laugh with each other and have in such a short time built a strong and beautiful life and home together.  Well today at 11 this morning they were blessed with the ultimate gift that a couple in love can receive, a beautiful and healthy baby boy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kartik&lt;/span&gt;.  We are so excited for them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; excited for little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kartik&lt;/span&gt; who will  grow up with such wonderful smart and loving parents.  They have an abundance of love to provide this child as do all of those many friends and family members that witnessed in person and in spirit the uniting of these amazing people only a couple of years ago.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kartik&lt;/span&gt;, your arrival is long anticipated!  Welcome to the World little guy!  We look forward to watching you grow up in the many years to come!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- Isnt that the most gorgeous Mehndi?  See if you can find Nihar's name in the design.  So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-9209813082833960074?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9209813082833960074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=9209813082833960074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/9209813082833960074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/9209813082833960074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SJJplcIA5fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WQ6yuW8NOZg/s72-c/DSC_0187_2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2965881335331832057</id><published>2008-07-31T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:07:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpse of Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SJHSsr0JB8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Mt-5nL7PLhA/s1600-h/IMG_1551_3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SJHSsr0JB8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Mt-5nL7PLhA/s400/IMG_1551_3979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192307471353794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Eliza has been hard at work cultivating her natural talent as a photographer.  Yesterday I was honored to have her photograph Cami in one of her portfolio shoots.  As usual Cami started off a little shy but Eliza had her chatting and acting like her REAL self in no time!  Cami had so much fun walking and talking with Miss Eliza about everything from Kindergarten to Cooper's birthday.  She ate up the attention AND the GIANT lollipop Eliza had for her.  On the ride home she said "I had so much fun I think my head will explode!"...In the language of 5 year olds Im pretty sure that translates to a good time.  Thank you Eliza!  &lt;div&gt;Check out Eliza's blogsite to see more of her beautiful work!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.glimpseofsoulphoto.com/blog/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2965881335331832057?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2965881335331832057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2965881335331832057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2965881335331832057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2965881335331832057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/glimpse-of-soul.html' title='Glimpse of Soul'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SJHSsr0JB8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Mt-5nL7PLhA/s72-c/IMG_1551_3979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4110172372410924291</id><published>2008-07-28T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:48:27.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Off He Goes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI4rz5KiWJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WMfPRyQpnwM/s1600-h/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228164387942062226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI4rz5KiWJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WMfPRyQpnwM/s400/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI4rha55piI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SZA1McXNZHs/s1600-h/DSC_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228164070581577250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI4rha55piI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SZA1McXNZHs/s320/DSC_0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI4qpKj6EPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EtJSOerx0Tc/s1600-h/DSC_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228163104121688306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI4qpKj6EPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EtJSOerx0Tc/s320/DSC_0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Aidan's first day of school!  He was so excited this morning, putting on his back pack and riding to school.  When we pulled in the parking lot he about jumped out of his skin giggling and clapping.  He hopped out of the car and grabbed Cami's hand as he walked from the parking lot to the sidewalk.  The first person he saw was Mrs. Pace standing in the carpool lane.  He had seen her the night before in the ice cream section at HEB so he recognized her right away.  He turned around and waved at her and said "I goin to school Pace!"  then off he marched holding Cami's hand.  When he walked in Miss. Jenny and Miss. Gauri were at the front desk.  They said "Good morning Aidan" and he said "I go to big boy school!" and off he marched down the hall to his classroom.  Then the skip in his step came to  a screeching halt as he stood in front of the classroom door.  Miss Linda came out and said "Good morning!"...Aidan hid behind my leg.  After trying to gently coax him into the room I finally gave up and picked him up and carried him in.  Once inside he seemed to calm down...seems that crossing the threshhold was a huge source of anxiety but the classroom itself he found to be quite friendly and inviting.  So I put him down... and he let go.  He let go and took the teachers hand and off he went to new adventures all his own.  He took a seat at a table nearby and chose a puzzle.  I watched as my little boy sat in his chair smiling and ready for school.  Two little girls came and sat down next to him and he never looked back.   &lt;div&gt;When I went to pick him up he was sitting in the line ready to walk outside to the carpool.  He looked a little sad and when I asked if he was ready to go he stuck his bottom lip out and said "NO!"  I was a little upset but then he said "Lunch!"  The kids that were staying for a longer day were having lunch at the tables and Aidan was afraid he was missing out.  I reminded him that I had lunch waiting for him in his Spider Man lunch box and that seemed to do the trick.  He happily said goodbye to Miss Linda and Miss Sophia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher said that he had a great day playing with friends, playing in the sand box, doing puzzles and playing legos.  She said that he was well behaved and followed directions.  Aidan reports that he ate bananas, played with friends and that he "Loves Miss. Linda and Miss. Sophia."  He had a great day and I feel much better knowing that he is at a school where he is happy for the three and a half hours that we are apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4110172372410924291?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4110172372410924291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4110172372410924291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4110172372410924291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4110172372410924291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-off-he-goes.html' title='And Off He Goes!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI4rz5KiWJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WMfPRyQpnwM/s72-c/DSC_0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-3684965939240406137</id><published>2008-07-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:49:50.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI1TTImeIDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Mhc2U8pqh7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0030_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI1TTImeIDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Mhc2U8pqh7Q/s400/DSC_0030_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227926330638475314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI1SnEIk-BI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hhBRnXTyseI/s1600-h/DSC_0060_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI1SnEIk-BI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hhBRnXTyseI/s400/DSC_0060_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227925573525108754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs, snails and pink puppy dog tails...thats what my little girl is made of!  Cami is not your typical girly girl.  Sure she loves to play with babies and barbies but she definitely holds her own as a T-Rex on the playground.  She loves covering herself in faux jewels and sporting more than her fair share of lipgloss, but I always joke that she's the girl carrying the pink fuzzy purse stuffed with rocks, plastic bugs and a couple of Lip Smackers.  &lt;div&gt;Late this afternoon, she and I took a walk around the lake.  We attended church earlier in the day and low and behold she wore that dress all day long.  It was so much fun to see her spin and twirl and release the girly girl within, but true to form she was barefoot in the dirt all the while.  I love that she is so strong willed and sure of herself and at the same time can be soft, sweet, caring and kind...she really is the best of all things that I wish for her.  I hope that she will always carry herself with grace and confidence and know that she can hold her own under any circumstance.  I admire that she is true to herself and unafraid to be a little different.  Although I will admit that her willfulness and stubborn streak can be trying at times, I hope that with time these facets of her personality can be fine tuned to serve her well in life and help her to achieve all that she dreams of achieving.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-3684965939240406137?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3684965939240406137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=3684965939240406137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3684965939240406137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3684965939240406137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SI1TTImeIDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Mhc2U8pqh7Q/s72-c/DSC_0030_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-3997859590827363862</id><published>2008-07-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:43:14.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Very Own Gold Medal Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SIoQplXs65I/AAAAAAAAAF4/B9jgvUOv8ao/s1600-h/DSC_0228-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SIoQplXs65I/AAAAAAAAAF4/B9jgvUOv8ao/s400/DSC_0228-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227008624109087634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SIoQdGNcNfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/a8BT3EOu4vI/s1600-h/DSC_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SIoQdGNcNfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/a8BT3EOu4vI/s200/DSC_0237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227008409586120178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy has been "swimming" for a while now.  He loves the water and is quite the little fish.  He gets super excited when he sees the swim bag come out and he gets to go and pick a "swimmin soup" out of his drawer...he knows its time to swim with Mr.Rudy.  Its so funny to watch him walk into Swim Club with such big boy purpose and ready himself for major feats of toddler athleticism.  Some days he does so well that I can almost flash forward and see how these 30 minute sessions of row-rows, water glides and ring dives will someday transform this little 3 foot person into and tall broad shouldered water athlete...or not.  Whatever the case may be and wherever his talents, natural or acquired, may lead he will always be my little super star.  And for now a chocolate Dum Dum after a hard day at the pool is as coveted as a gold medal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-3997859590827363862?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3997859590827363862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=3997859590827363862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3997859590827363862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/3997859590827363862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-very-own-gold-medal-moments.html' title='Our Very Own Gold Medal Moments'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SIoQplXs65I/AAAAAAAAAF4/B9jgvUOv8ao/s72-c/DSC_0228-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2484236098498354608</id><published>2008-07-21T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:54:30.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far We've Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SISxLK6xIMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLDP_Nv7Rb8/s1600-h/old+photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SISxLK6xIMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLDP_Nv7Rb8/s400/old+photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225496273124139202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was putting Cami's piercing earrings away I came across these old photo booth pictures in the bottom of a jewelry box.  Ian and I took these in a photo booth at Astroworld in the summer of 1990...18 years ago!  As completely "in love" as I was then...as much as a 15 year old girl can be in love...I never in a million years could have imagined the flash forward to today.  We have grown up together, built a life together and will grow old together and through it all have remained each others best friend.  I know that we are rare among love stories and I sometimes envy those that lived a hundred lives before settling down with that one special someone. However, I count myself as one of the lucky ones that didn't have to kiss all those frogs to find her prince.  It is so wonderfully exciting to share past memories and milestone moments with my husband because he shares the same memories and moments from his own perspective...its as though we have the blessing of remembering our past in a multidimensional high definition crispness...where he fills in the blanks for me and I for him to create this detailed tapestry of life that we have woven together.  So even though the photos may fade as these have our memories are as vivid as the day they were made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2484236098498354608?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2484236098498354608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2484236098498354608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2484236098498354608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2484236098498354608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-far-weve-come.html' title='How Far We&apos;ve Come'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SISxLK6xIMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FLDP_Nv7Rb8/s72-c/old+photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-7087034947297637338</id><published>2008-07-11T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:00:44.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SHfw65vpS5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YrfDhU8GtMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SHfw65vpS5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YrfDhU8GtMQ/s400/DSC_0160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221907187683117970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I really think that the crib is to the nursery what the wedding gown is to the wedding...it completely sets the tone!  For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aislyn&lt;/span&gt; we were originally going to go with white delicate frilly furniture...but then we saw this crib and just fell in love.  We've decided on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Espresso&lt;/span&gt; colored furniture and pink and chocolate bedding (yet to arrive, but coming soon).  All three of the kids have very different furniture going on!  Cami had the light wood girly crib with lots of curves, scrolls and swirls, Aidan's crib was heavy and dark with clean elegant lines.  Aislyn's crib is somewhere in between...clean lined but curvey,  strong but still feminine.  Now that its here, and sitting in an otherwise empty room,  Im so ready to get the rest of it going!  The next big decision is paint- it needs to be pink but not too pink!  My friend Carol's daughter has the perfect shade...I think she said it was Sherwin Williams Satin Slipper at 75%...but I need to get her to write that down to be sure!  Oh and we are still on the prowl for dressers and book cases...I often find that traditional nursery furniture is too small and I really want something that will last, be solid and a good size...so the hunt continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-7087034947297637338?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7087034947297637338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=7087034947297637338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7087034947297637338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7087034947297637338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/crib.html' title='The Crib'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SHfw65vpS5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YrfDhU8GtMQ/s72-c/DSC_0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-2461394721945252138</id><published>2008-07-08T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:26:42.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Perfect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SHP1lpcCN_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/RiowshUPsvM/s1600-h/ultrasound+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SHP1lpcCN_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/RiowshUPsvM/s400/ultrasound+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220786420179941362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So heres the update!  Everything looks GREAT!!!  The placenta has moved away from my cervix and my c-section scar.  It is of course still anterior but very near the top and out of harms way YAY!  Aislyn is looking good too.  She is measuring about 1 lb and is right on target growth wise.  She was all stretched out today (head up and feet down) pushing and kicking throughout our ultrasound exam.  She is VERY active and despite the anterior placenta I can feel every kick and flip.  The kids are both so excited.  Cami has been talking about all of the things she will show and teach Aislyn and Aidan just likes to hug my belly and say that Aislyn is sleeping or "playing with toys in mommy's tummy".  &lt;div&gt;Ian picked up the crib today...a beautiful little piece of furniture made by Baby Appleseed.  Im so excited about the nursery and will post pictures of its progress over the next few weeks as furniture and bedding slowly arrives.  Stay Tuned!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-2461394721945252138?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2461394721945252138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=2461394721945252138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2461394721945252138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/2461394721945252138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-perfect.html' title='She&apos;s Perfect!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SHP1lpcCN_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/RiowshUPsvM/s72-c/ultrasound+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4898159226018403941</id><published>2008-07-02T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:05:28.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying a Cold One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGwz3u288ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oV6nB--247s/s1600-h/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGwz3u288ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oV6nB--247s/s400/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218603100779901330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGwud2DK7aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKZqvp1C_6U/s1600-h/DSC_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGwud2DK7aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKZqvp1C_6U/s400/DSC_0101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218597158475460002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGwmQWxIv1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xlkUct7GUeM/s1600-h/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGwmQWxIv1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xlkUct7GUeM/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218588130646998866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just about 60 miles west of us lies a little patch of Heaven where sweet dreams are made by the half gallon 5 days a week at The Little Creamery in Brenham.  We took a short ride out to Blue Bell today to see where and how the magic happens and it was glorious!  The tour started with a short movie about Blue Bell's beginnings followed by a walking tour of the factory.  We saw where the fresh cream is stored and then mixed with other yummy ingredients to create the wide array of flavors that BB has to offer.  Some are produced year round, such as #1 seller Homemade Vanilla.  Others are produced quarterly, like this summer's hit Southern Blackberry Cobbler.  Only about six flavors are produced on the line daily, as well as ice cream sandwiches and other frozen novelties.  Just past the storage and mixing tanks lie a maze of pipes that deliver the ice cream to the famous half gallon buckets that spin and fill about 50 half gallons per minute, all hand inspected and packaged.  Then on the conveyor belt and out tho the refrigerated trucks they go to be delivered to your favorite store.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well thats all fine and great...we learned a little something today!  The best part, however was the end of the tour where we were ushered into a little ice cream cubby to enjoy some of the freshest Blue Bell Ice Cream to ever swim across my taste buds!  Aidan went "classic" opting for Dutch Chocolate, Cami and I went "neo classic" with Cookies and Cream and Ian went wild with Carmel Turtle Fudge.  MMMMM...today was definitely one to add to our little treasure box of everyday moments to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4898159226018403941?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4898159226018403941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4898159226018403941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4898159226018403941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4898159226018403941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/enjoying-cold-one.html' title='Enjoying a Cold One!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGwz3u288ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oV6nB--247s/s72-c/DSC_0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-5867718618683070164</id><published>2008-06-30T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:00:10.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGmdMTvdkRI/AAAAAAAAADg/gcOODI6Fjso/s1600-h/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGmdMTvdkRI/AAAAAAAAADg/gcOODI6Fjso/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217874478068764946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday Ian and I spent all day working on Aidan's Big Boy Room.  The plan is that Cami and baby Aislyn will have the two rooms that are together and share a bathroom and Aidan will have his own suite with his own bathroom, where he wont have to worry about dodging perfume, 5 types of shampoo, or other things that girls tend to accumulate in the bathroom as they grow.&lt;div&gt;So we started early!  His mattress was due for delivery between 12 and 3 so it was a mad dash to convert his crib to a full size bed frame.  Once all of the furniture was in place, mattress was delivered and items were transferred, we put on the freshly washed Spider Man sheets, new quilt and shams and Aidan was ECSTATIC!!!  He was just giddy going around his room looking at everything as if it were all bran new.  He had the biggest smile on his face and could not stop talking about his new Big Boy Room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were worried that he would have a hard time falling asleep without the familiar surroundings of his old room or the security of his crib, but he did beautifully.  Cami slept the first night with him (more her choice than his...she thought the new room was pretty cool too!) He asked for his music and a book and after about 15 minutes they were both fast asleep.  This morning they stayed in bed looking at books until I came in, they were still grinning from ear to ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby boy is getting so big.  Im trying to be better about really living in the moment, because I know that it only takes a moment and its all different or gone all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-5867718618683070164?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5867718618683070164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=5867718618683070164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5867718618683070164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/5867718618683070164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SGmdMTvdkRI/AAAAAAAAADg/gcOODI6Fjso/s72-c/DSC_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-7776681190889672372</id><published>2008-06-23T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:43:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Roll All Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6r0hFvCI/AAAAAAAAACY/8NbKw_hqQgc/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215162524257074210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6r0hFvCI/AAAAAAAAACY/8NbKw_hqQgc/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6sD8LhVI/AAAAAAAAACg/r6OZ7xBaGCc/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215162528397231442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6sD8LhVI/AAAAAAAAACg/r6OZ7xBaGCc/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6svEV5wI/AAAAAAAAACo/EkZk4ALgySA/s1600-h/DSC_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215162539974190850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6svEV5wI/AAAAAAAAACo/EkZk4ALgySA/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6s6My1zI/AAAAAAAAACw/Mk0JMrnpMZo/s1600-h/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215162542962431794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6s6My1zI/AAAAAAAAACw/Mk0JMrnpMZo/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6tW29e4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eeYda6taZ5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215162550655482754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6tW29e4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eeYda6taZ5Q/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us remember the days that seem like a lifetime ago.   Our summers were spent riding barefoot to the beach on a tank filled with $.99 gas.  Or, for those that grew up in Houston, wearing out our season passes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Astroworld&lt;/span&gt; wasting away our days and nights on rides that would make me sick just looking at them today, eating expensive crappy junk food, and hauling around obnoxious stuffed animals in clothes soaked from riding Thunder River one too many times.  And who could forget outdoor summer festivals?!  The heat was completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irrelevant...we were young and thin with nothing between us and the sun but a strappy tank top, short shorts, and a layer of Banana Boat Deep Tanning lotion (spf whaaaat??).  Ah the crowds, the smell of smoked herb wafting through the air, music on multiple stages (usually a bunch of obscure unheard of bands) and who needed food if you were old enough (or could find someone old enough) to buy beer.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Well those days are long gone my friends.  Today Im opting for air conditioned venues that I dont have to put $60 worth of gas in my tank to get to and Im slathering on the highest spf known to man on the barely visible patches of skin that show just past where my capri pants end.  Crowds are not my thing anymore and the only "herbs" wafting past my nose are from the dashes of Oregano in the spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove.  Then theres the music...this weekend we enjoyed a private show from our very own up and coming talent.  The sound was still obscure and wildly untamed, but unlike bands of days gone by these little artists were much cuter, fresh faced and unjaded, they performed their little hearts out and were in bed by 8:30.  Yes these days its those quiet (and sometimes not so quiet) moments with my "up and comings" that far outshine those times gone by when I thought that life couldn't get much better...and this is just the beginning, so rock on my little monkeys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-7776681190889672372?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7776681190889672372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=7776681190889672372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7776681190889672372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7776681190889672372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/rock-and-roll-all-night.html' title='Rock and Roll All Night!'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SF_6r0hFvCI/AAAAAAAAACY/8NbKw_hqQgc/s72-c/DSC_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-7652798951131813322</id><published>2008-06-19T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:08:00.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFsC4-mXtdI/AAAAAAAAABc/mqj9eR4W-5o/s1600-h/DSC_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFsC4-mXtdI/AAAAAAAAABc/mqj9eR4W-5o/s320/DSC_0547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213764171511346642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to take pictures, but RARELY do I allow my picture to be taken.  At Amber's shower on Wednesday the topic of "belly pictures" came up.  When Kristina was pregnant with Hudson, Lisa Mangos did some gorgeous maternity portraits of her, Tracie and Amber are both having them done as well.  So I started thinking...I never did this when I was pregnant with Cami or Aidan and its NOT likely that I could get up the nerve or the courage to do it this time around.  What a shame to not have a record of one of the most amazing times in ones life.  Well I may not have the courage to stand and bare it all in front of a someone else's camera, but why not my own??  Sooooo this afternoon, with EVERYONE out of the house, I stepped on the other side of my lens with nothing but some natural light,  a black backdrop,  and a timed release on my camera.  So now I've done it and I know my prego profile is not NEARLY as perfect as many that I've seen but its a record of me and my child at I time when we are one and what could be more amazing than that.&lt;div&gt;Oh and for someone so camera shy you may ask how I could post such a revealing photo...notice my face is not in the shot...hmmm that one may require some psychoanalysis :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-7652798951131813322?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7652798951131813322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=7652798951131813322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7652798951131813322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/7652798951131813322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/self-portrait.html' title='Self Portrait'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFsC4-mXtdI/AAAAAAAAABc/mqj9eR4W-5o/s72-c/DSC_0547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-4891954270637227109</id><published>2008-06-18T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:23:39.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilting Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFkoWaqwbgI/AAAAAAAAABU/zxrCAOjXZTM/s1600-h/DSC_0080_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFkoWaqwbgI/AAAAAAAAABU/zxrCAOjXZTM/s320/DSC_0080_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213242409238949378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have these lovely Magnolia trees along the side of our house and they create the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; blossoms.  Its been do dang HOT lately though!!!  These poor flowers always look so bright and beautiful in the morning and by the end of the day they are a brown wilted mess!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; of how I have felt lately...I start out the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, ya know get all dressed, make-up, hair brushed and neat, smelling nice and feeling pretty good.  BUT the moment I break the seal between my constant 73 degree dry indoor environment and expose myself to the hell that is a Houston Summer, its all down hill.  We start our day fairly early and, though Cami is at school, Aidan and I are out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt;, or music.  By the time I pick Cami up at noon, I am so DONE!  My mood has changed, my hair is frizzy, my make-up has melted and I carry a thin film of dried sweat on my skin...all this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amplified&lt;/span&gt; by hormones and what feels like a human incubator wrapped around my body.  So here I sit at 20 weeks (almost 21) wondering how in the world Im gonna make it through the rest of this summer.  That mid-pregnancy burst of energy HAS to kick in soon!  Til then Im praying for rain and a breeze...and for those of you that have the misfortune of crossing my overly emotional path,  bear with me this too shall pass and we will have a beautiful baby girl to show for it!&lt;div&gt;Posting a picture of one of our Magnolias in full bloom, so when you see one all brown and wilted know that she was once fresh and lovely and Im sure thats how she would want you to think of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-4891954270637227109?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4891954270637227109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=4891954270637227109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4891954270637227109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/4891954270637227109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/wilting-flower.html' title='Wilting Flower'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFkoWaqwbgI/AAAAAAAAABU/zxrCAOjXZTM/s72-c/DSC_0080_2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-1353418885320000601</id><published>2008-06-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:18:03.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFXbUVYcnZI/AAAAAAAAABE/eVeXO0t9Pno/s1600-h/DSC_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFXbUVYcnZI/AAAAAAAAABE/eVeXO0t9Pno/s320/DSC_0482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212313286134766994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFXbU0SnOfI/AAAAAAAAABM/71ehYAp293c/s1600-h/DSC_0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFXbU0SnOfI/AAAAAAAAABM/71ehYAp293c/s320/DSC_0515.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212313294431795698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to my amazing husband!  Ian, you blow me away as a father- our children are so blessed.  &lt;div&gt;Today was amazing!  The kids slept in which means we did too.  Ian took the kids to see Kung Fu Panda after breakfast THEY HAD A BLAST (and mommy had quiet time).  When Ian and the kids got home, he surprised us all with gifts.  Yes you heard that right...he gave US gifts on HIS day :)  Moon Sand for Cami, Tech Decks for Aidan and a Spa Certificate for me plus beautifully written cards for each of us.  The kids and I gave Ian a Waffle Iron...yes I know it seems strange but breakfast is a special time for Ian and the kids.  They have breakfast together every morning.  Ian loves to make smiley faces on their plates using mini pancakes and fruit...lets see what he can do with a waffle!  During breakfast he and the kids chat or he reads to them from their favorite books.  We also got him the latest Dean Koontz book because he loves to read horror suspense novels.  Finally, we went out to lunch and then spent a lazy afternoon together before heading to my parents house for an evening visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im posting some pictures that I took of Ian with the kids a few days ago. I see the most genuine joy on his face when he is with our children, it melts my heart.  Im on top of the world today and hope he feels the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-1353418885320000601?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1353418885320000601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=1353418885320000601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1353418885320000601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/1353418885320000601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day...'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SFXbUVYcnZI/AAAAAAAAABE/eVeXO0t9Pno/s72-c/DSC_0482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257468039842459739.post-6103928230047297650</id><published>2008-06-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:55:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;this is going to be an interesting endeavor for me as I am techno-challenged and typically a private person.  But I see it this way- Its a way for me to let go of my frustrations and share in my joys, seeing as how my days are often filled with both in the extreme and ordinary sense.  There are so many topics that Im sure to include in this "blog world" of mine...my children, my husband, my family and friends will surely all fall victim to the keypad.  I can only hope that they will see these posts as a window to my world and enjoy the journey for better or worse.  &lt;div&gt;Oh and a big thanks to Kelli for encouraging an outlet.  I admire you girlie!  You truely do inspire greatness in those that have the pleasure of knowing you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257468039842459739-6103928230047297650?l=thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6103928230047297650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257468039842459739&amp;postID=6103928230047297650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6103928230047297650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257468039842459739/posts/default/6103928230047297650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesememoriesofmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogging.html' title='Blogging???'/><author><name>Cathy Noble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16463949975102765779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zpbc8JhUcNM/SwJWTd89OhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/g7guOzmm_pQ/S220/DSC_0090-4-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
