<?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-6324928702724007594</id><updated>2012-02-20T17:27:14.243-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Jernigan) Project</title><subtitle type='html'>The (Jernigan) Project</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4732405198044862524</id><published>2012-02-20T12:47:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T12:51:56.858-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Depression</title><content type='html'>For 2 straight summers, Harper has rocked the bubble, AKA a romper.  She has pretty much had every kind ever made.  I am in love with babies and bubbles.  They are precious, they aren't just wearing a onesie and it just looks so comfy.  So, I figured she had one more year in her bubbles before she was probably too old for them.  I mean, I don't see many kindergartens rocking the bubbles.   I am starting to shop for her some cute spring items and to my shock and dismay apparently I am the only person that thinks rompers are for kids over the age of 24 months! They are nowhere to be found!  I mean, why can't a 2 year old still wear a romper! SIGH! Most 24 months bubbles I have seen "may" still fit Harper this summer but I am really not sure, it looks iffy.  I figure she will be a 2T this summer, maybe 24 months will be fine, but I don't want to buy it and she be a full 2T! I mean, seriously, this should not cause this much depression but it has.  Its a pretty big deal.  What is she suppose to wear all summer? Shorts and a T-Shirt?!?! That is so not Harper's style.  I understand that rompers and potty training may not be the best but we were going to push through that and figure it out.  Guess not though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, if that is my biggest problem of the day, I am doing okay.  Fixing to leave work, grab some dinner, grab my little girl and head to the house and play outside before any storms get here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4732405198044862524?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4732405198044862524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/bubble-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4732405198044862524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4732405198044862524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/bubble-depression.html' title='Bubble Depression'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5183159579025176801</id><published>2012-02-19T10:29:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T10:29:40.824-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/19/2140.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/19/s_2140.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/19/2143.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/19/s_2143.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves some pickles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just getting back from church. I just put Harper down for her nap and I came and crawled in bed. It's Shawn's Sunday to work but he is able to work those 1/2 Sunday's most of the time so he was able to take us to church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were lazy all day! Not Shawn, he cant make himself be lazy. He hasnt mastered it like Harper and I have on a cold, rainy Saturday! Finally around 4pm, we loaded up and got some ice cream and then to my parents house. Then we decided to run over to the cadillac grill and eat dinner. They have the best food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nap I'm headed to Fort Smith to eat with my best friend, Laura, and her family for her 30th birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-5183159579025176801?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5183159579025176801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/sunday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5183159579025176801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5183159579025176801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/sunday-love.html' title='Sunday Love'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-590255524198090559</id><published>2012-02-17T18:11:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T18:11:34.104-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, weekend.</title><content type='html'>What a crazy week. Work is a blur. I had Court everyday this week morning and afternoon some days. I'm not complaining but the slow days of December are long gone and it's tax return time. I love being busy but this is crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tax return, am I the only person that hates income tax filings. Geez, I dread it this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how bad my sinuses have been lately. Like cant breath, can't taste, you get the idea. I broke out the ol' neti pot this week and have been doing it 2x per day and I get relief for a few minutes then it's back. I'm on my 4th or 5th box of Kleenex cool touch. They are a must have if you have to blow your nose alot !  I need spring to get here, weirdly, my allergies usually are better then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Harper note - the other day Shawn did something, I think it was tell Harper no on some candy she was wanting. I jokingly said 'mean daddy'. I didn't think much of it but it stuck with Little Miss and now she's saying it ALL the time, even of I do something 'mean' as long as shawn 's in the room, it's daddy's mean or mean daddy. Needless to say daddy is not happy with mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super excited that Luke Bryan is coming to town in April! We were able to get seats right where we were for Eric Church and those were really good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no plans for this weekend! Just rest, relaxation and family time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am I the only one watching The River??? Oh my, it's so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my bedtime is fast approaching, I have not even been making it to 10pm on a lot of days! This, however, is making me wake up way too early!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-590255524198090559?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/590255524198090559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/590255524198090559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/590255524198090559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-weekend.html' title='Hello, weekend.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2985982052694633598</id><published>2012-02-16T10:13:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:27:06.026-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Love - 22 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRYMb9fOOPw/Tz1VcPVpVoI/AAAAAAAAH4M/roqd4oyOlxM/s1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRYMb9fOOPw/Tz1VcPVpVoI/AAAAAAAAH4M/roqd4oyOlxM/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709813846217676418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Harper Lynn you are 22 months old. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't growing a whole lot these days.  You are 34.75 inches tall and 27.0 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Size 5 diapers - We aren't having to use many these days.  When you are at home, you go about 75% of the time in the potty.  Some days better, some days worse.  About 1/2 the time you go, its because we tell you to go potty.  The other 1/2 you just go to the potty, sit down and do your business.  Nights there is no potty training going on.  You wake up with a full diaper.  Most naps you are waking up dry though.  At daycare you are using the potty a lot too.  I don't think  you will be potty trained in the next month or anything but so far this is easy. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't eating as much these days.  Actually getting fairly picky.  Veggies are still not great.  Fruit is good, bananas are your favorite.  You want one every morning.  When we are out in the morning I feel so bad!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have become borderline obsessed with Dora and Boots.  We don't watch a lot of cartoons but we are watching more b/c I give in to  you crying for DOOOORA!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are talking so well.  Lots of 3-4 word sentences.  It really is amazing.  A few days ago, PaPa through a ball and it hit your baby gate for the stairs and knocked it loose, it made a loud thump and you ran over to me and said "PaPa broke my gate" I died laughing!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are recognizing some of your colors but that is hit and miss.  You can count when you want to but stop at 3-4 most of the time.  You can do your alphabet for a few letters throughout the song.  A-B-C, P, etc. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love to do songs with hand motions, still.  You still always ask to do the spider song&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When we are just sitting around you will look at me and say, Hi Momma, and smile and it maybe the cutest thing. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Last month you started getting up early, like way earlier than normal, 6-6:45am.  I was not sure what was going on, but you are back on track, getting up around 7:30am.  Still in bed at 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Naps are from 1-3pm. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We have signed you up for a dance class that starts in a few weeks.  It is actually right in the middle of your nap time so I don't know how well its going to work out, I may start it and play it by ear and then start back up when you are a little older and can skip a nap easier.  I really do not know if you can skip a nap because we never do.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You got to play in the snow this week and really liked it.  You kept saying COOOLD!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You miss playing outside all the time, we still go but haven't been staying out that long because of the cold weather.  Hopefully it will be all over with soon.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have not been sick in months, like MONTHS.  I can't remember the last time, it may be getting close to a year.  I can't believe it and I am so happy that you do not appear to get sick much.  I pray every night that you stay healthy. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You still have your 12 teeth.  No eye teeth yet and I don't feel them close to coming in yet either.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You think your daddy is really special.  You scream when you see his truck coming up the driveway when he gets off work. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you will be 2 in 2 months.  We love you so much, Harper Lynn.&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/6324928702724007594-2985982052694633598?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2985982052694633598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/growing-love-22-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2985982052694633598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2985982052694633598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/growing-love-22-months.html' title='Growing Love - 22 months'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRYMb9fOOPw/Tz1VcPVpVoI/AAAAAAAAH4M/roqd4oyOlxM/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7628629224117620019</id><published>2012-02-07T06:12:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T06:21:24.014-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend over...</title><content type='html'>Another no picture post! My iphone is maxed out on pictures and I have not uploaded any from my camera in a long time.  I have plugged my phone in to my computer to transfer a few times here lately but then something always comes up and I have to stop it.  1300 pictures is taking forever to transfer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we woke up Saturday morning and Shawn's poor mouth was still hurting but we had been talking all week about IHOP.  Crazily, Shawn had never been and he thought pancakes would be easy to eat.  We went there had some yummy food! Small confession, I ordered a non-breakfast food at 10:45am AND ordered a kids meal with pancakes! I tried to play it off like it was two kids meals for Harper.  Nice!  Afterwards we ran to Dick's sporting goods.  We had not been yet.  Then to Target to pick up a baby shower gift.  This was only Shawn's 2nd time there.  The first was to register for Harper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home in time to watch the Razorback's play.  Harper and I quickly started our nap.(I ain't gonna lie).  Not a bad choice since we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for dinner, I made 2 different types of enchiladas and all the works for Shawn's mom and brother and my dad.   My mom had went to Little Rock for the day.   It was really good, I must say so myself.  Both were beef, but one was just regular and the other was sour cream enchiladas.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left - we watched a Movie - Drive.  Looked good but was actually pretty horrible - then bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn had to work Sunday morning so Dad, Harper and I went to Church, picked up some Taco Bell on the way home, ate it, Harper and I took a nap(see a pattern), woke up and got ready for the super bowl! That is a lie, we were in our pjs.  I made some spaghetti and Shawn got home, we watched the super bowl and that was it.  Harper painted and colored and watched Dora on her DVD player during the super bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn was off yesterday and so was I, we ran  down to Little Rock.  We got to see my best friend, Laura, which is always exciting.  Got a great in between lunch and dinner meal and was back in town by 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after taking almost 4 days off, I am in the hole! Time to get back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7628629224117620019?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7628629224117620019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/long-weekend-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7628629224117620019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7628629224117620019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/long-weekend-over.html' title='Long weekend over...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8008937457575353736</id><published>2012-01-31T12:25:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:40:29.384-09:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains....</title><content type='html'>It pours.  This saying has been spot on this week.  Shawn got a filling in his tooth a few weeks ago, my understanding was that it was pretty routine, nothing major.  Ever since then he has been saying his tooth hurts, I have been blowing it off.  Well, this week it has gotten worse.  Last night it was so bad it was making him sick to his stomach and he was throwing up.  He barely slept at all.  By 5am he was getting me up, saying he didn't know if he could make it until 8am to call the doctor.  I didn't want to wake up Harper for an ER trip so he suffered through it and went to the dentist.  They made the appointment at 11am and I called back and said you do not understand, I am either taking him to the ER now or bringing him in.  Something is bad wrong.  So, they got him in.  Low and behold, he had a huge infection where they had put the filling.  It was really bad.  Options Root Canal vs. Extract the Tooth - clearly I was not going to have them pull his permanent tooth, even though a back tooth, no way!  Root canal done, he has to go back in next week and maybe get it cleaned out again.  He is on an antibiotics and recovering at home.  I am a little confused by it all and hate that he had a small cavity that wasn't even hurting him to begin with and now its turned into all this.  Bleck!  Doctor said he will have to have  crown after all this.  Arg! What a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8008937457575353736?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8008937457575353736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-it-rains.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8008937457575353736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8008937457575353736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4579070430239370754</id><published>2012-01-30T09:45:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:53:50.799-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Since last time...</title><content type='html'>What a few days.  My Aunt is doing really bad.  We could be down to days not weeks.  Chemo is not going to happen, its not looking like.  She was bad but the doctors did a surgery to remove fluid from her lungs and all I can grasp from them is that her lungs were so bad that it trashed them even worse.  She is off the vent and was able to talk with us.  She is so scared.  My heart is broken for her.  The doctor said that if she can't get up and around over the next few days, she won't make it.  The fluid has to get off her lungs.  Her lungs are barely operational at this point.  She is only able to get oxygen b/c of the oxygen they are pumping in her.  How did this happen from Thursday - getting diagnosed from barely making it through the weekend?  She has been having some trouble breathing and a cough but when you smoke alot, you just think I cough is normal I guess.  Needless to say, we are in shock.  Things are just a blur and if this is the end for my sweet Aunt, I pray that as soon as she takes her last breath, God is holding her hand.  I know he will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about happy now.  My little angel is doing great!  Besides for bedtime and naps she was pretty much diaper free all weekend.  I am anxious to hear how she does at school today.  She was doing pretty good at school last week but I don't figure she will do as good as she does at home because I have just been leaving her naked and have the heat turned way up and constantly say, do you need to go to the potty?  What really has surprised me is the fact that about 1/2 the time she just walks over and goes.  My friend suggested moving her little potty into the living room and that is where it sits.  Wow, life changes with kids!  I can't believe that every day she has even went numbero 2 in the potty! Yippy! I haven't and I won't do it, but now I so see why people put things on facebook about their child's potty training progress.  I don't do a lot of status updates but if I did, I would probably be shouting this from the rooftops! Except, EXCEPT its fairly exhausting.  Its much easier to just have them go in their diaper.  Its much more convenient and far less work.  I am sure wants she really gets the hang of it that it will be easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not checking for grammatical errors.  I am in a hurry.  All morning spent in Court and have another all afternoon hearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of it, say a quick prayer for my Aunt. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4579070430239370754?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4579070430239370754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/since-last-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4579070430239370754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4579070430239370754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/since-last-time.html' title='Since last time...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4480628099770082511</id><published>2012-01-27T10:51:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:51:13.879-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Home day</title><content type='html'>After the rough day yesterday, Harper and I decided to stay home. We will head to Little Rock tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/27/1776.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/27/s_1776.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had this whole my husband is the best post but it got sidelined. He's just always so considerate. He loves his girls. He left this for us a few days ago, we had cinammon rolls waiting on us. He has been cleaning the house, like the whole house and even my laundry. He knows this month is a crazy work month. He even went and got Harper and I some subway today for lunch. Since H has been getting up earlier than normal the past few weeks he almost always gets her before me and let's me sleep. Just the little things! Now H and I are enjoying nap time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4480628099770082511?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4480628099770082511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4480628099770082511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4480628099770082511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-day.html' title='Home day'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2054445951958035727</id><published>2012-01-26T17:08:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:08:29.283-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers needed</title><content type='html'>Not a good day. My Aunt found out today that she has an inoperable lung tumor that is taking up almost one whole lung. The doctors say its bad. No treatment 2-6 weeks to live. Chemo may stretch it out to 3-6 months but the quality of life will be very bad. This is all so fresh we are hoping this is just all wrong but the doctors seem pretty certain. Please pray for her and my family. We are needing strength, healing and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2054445951958035727?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2054445951958035727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayers-needed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2054445951958035727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2054445951958035727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers needed'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2061674436824812607</id><published>2012-01-25T11:50:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:50:39.872-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My cheerleader</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/2061.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_2061.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed up in our Airedale spirit outfit and went to watch Uncle Bryan coach some basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/2062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_2062.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how much fun she had! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/2063.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_2063.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She danced and danced and danced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/2066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_2066.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when they would huddle she would go over there like she was part of the team! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/2067.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_2067.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleader or basketball player? Or both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/2069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_2069.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this whole potty deal, she is using that thing all the time! She even used the potty at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2061674436824812607?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2061674436824812607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-cheerleader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2061674436824812607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2061674436824812607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-cheerleader.html' title='My cheerleader'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4982091501224526534</id><published>2012-01-23T17:27:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:27:38.547-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night and twin showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/23/3279.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/23/s_3279.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night a few of us girls went up to Fayetteville to eat and have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/23/3280.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/23/s_3280.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to JJs. It was a country bar/grill. The food was so good and the band was pretty good too! My dinner was chicken stuffed with cream cheese and jalapeños and wrapped in bacon with rice and these awesome cheesy potatoes and the best Mac and Cheese. I have been wanting to drive up there to eat it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/23/3281.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/23/s_3281.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. My outfit was much cuter than this pic depicts it out to be! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Casey's shower. I've waited for months for this thing. If anyone deserved a blessing of kids, it's her. I remember sitting at my shower and Casey sitting there so excited watching me unwrap my gifts and my heart was breaking for her thinking she's been wanting this for years. It was so sweet to sit and finally watch her open presents this time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, open presents is what she did! For 2 straight hours! Not sure how she did that with twins in that belly! We had well over 100 people there. Great day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Harper note, this girl has been all about the potty the past few days! She peed this morning and twice tonight in the potty. The craziest thing is its unprompted. If you sit her on the potty, nothing. But when she goes and sits on it, magic happens! We are far from potty trained but over the past few weeks she has really decided she wants to start the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4982091501224526534?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4982091501224526534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/girls-night-and-twin-showers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4982091501224526534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4982091501224526534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/girls-night-and-twin-showers.html' title='Girls night and twin showers'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6613064886825393652</id><published>2012-01-20T12:32:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:32:17.569-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/20/1894.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/20/s_1894.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Wendy, Sara, and I, with our better halves, went to the Brantley Gilbert and Eric Church concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went and had dinner at La Huerta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/20/1895.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/20/s_1895.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the concert! It was an awesome concert. Both put on a great concert! I was really impressed. We had pretty good seats too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/20/1896.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/20/s_1896.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad our area is starting to get some good concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very busy weekend planned - dinner with friends, Casey's shower and lots of fun with my family. I am battling a sinus infection so that is really yucky and Shawn is having to work this Sunday so that makes me sad. That also means H will be heading to Casey's shower with me to set up, during nap time! Eeek! Should be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6613064886825393652?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6613064886825393652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/concert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6613064886825393652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6613064886825393652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/concert.html' title='Concert!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-629654014396167788</id><published>2012-01-16T04:39:00.011-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:33:13.444-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Love - 21 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMhtCbaWqfI/TxQspgOZ7sI/AAAAAAAAH3U/W5voCrYuCPY/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698228520067133122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMhtCbaWqfI/TxQspgOZ7sI/AAAAAAAAH3U/W5voCrYuCPY/s400/jan%2B2012%2B188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper Lynn you are 21 months(and 2 days) old&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You weigh 26.8 lbs and are 34.75 inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We ran out of size 4 and so I bought size 5 diapers.  They seem big on you but the 4s seem small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are still rear facing.  Daddy is turning his around.  You do not ride in his truck much, mainly just to the daycare and back.  I am undecided if I will change this month.  I am hoping to make it to 2 years old but I think 22 months is sounding pretty good.  We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_sYU1bDcR0/TxQsIue4vVI/AAAAAAAAH3I/oT8ayflb8ak/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698227956958674258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_sYU1bDcR0/TxQsIue4vVI/AAAAAAAAH3I/oT8ayflb8ak/s400/jan%2B2012%2B162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has changed this month.  First and foremost, you went from saying one word and some 2 word sentences to talking in sentences.  30 days might as well been 3 months with your language skills.  You can say, Harper wants _____, Daddy at work? Momma's car, Harper's jacket? more ______, Harper loves you, etc.  Every day there is something new you are saying.  Its so funny that when you wake up, I go and get you and we lay in bed, well you use to say Daddy? with your hands up like you were asking a question and I would say Daddy's at work, so now if its a day Shawn is not there and we lay in bed, she says Daddy's at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqgBj1vDyPU/TxQriDSYXGI/AAAAAAAAH28/zZDeFc8XAS0/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698227292528467042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqgBj1vDyPU/TxQriDSYXGI/AAAAAAAAH28/zZDeFc8XAS0/s400/jan%2B2012%2B138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done nothing with potty training until last night.  You just don't act ready at all.  You don't even tell me when you have poo in there anymore! You just keep on playing.  Back to last night, I had you naked and we were getting ready for bath and you said poopoo.   I look down thinking there was going to be poo poo on the floor and there wasn't.  You then run to your potty saying poo poo.  So I put you on and sure enough you poo'd right there in the potty.  I stood with my mouth open.  Yelled at Shawn of course and we did a little dance.  I think that was just a rare occurrence though b/c you didn't seem to mind when you poo'd in your diaper this morning.  I figure around your 2nd birthday we will maybe look into starting potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4olAyYPRnds/TxQq6ULKu-I/AAAAAAAAH2w/Nt_VUe4_GWI/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698226609866849250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4olAyYPRnds/TxQq6ULKu-I/AAAAAAAAH2w/Nt_VUe4_GWI/s400/jan%2B2012%2B125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 weeks of the month you slept until 8am every day.  This made your momma late getting around most mornings since you are my alarm clock.  The past week has taken an ugly turn and you have gotten up the past few days the earliest you have ever gotten up in your life.  One day was 6am and the other was 630am.  I think your ears may be bothering you a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bv1sHC20l18/TxQp5Nhm9SI/AAAAAAAAH2k/cYoHCt5UgfA/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698225491390428450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bv1sHC20l18/TxQp5Nhm9SI/AAAAAAAAH2k/cYoHCt5UgfA/s400/jan%2B2012%2B122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a daddy's girl and love him so much.  I need to record you screaming DadddDEEEE.  You love riding on the tractor with him and you go feed the deer with him almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5YcAhbj1Q8/TxQpeiiT5kI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/2xVecr_vaEc/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698225033174050370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5YcAhbj1Q8/TxQpeiiT5kI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/2xVecr_vaEc/s400/jan%2B2012%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love love love to sign and to the hand motions with the songs - Jesus Loves Me, The Wheels on the bus, If you are happy and you know it, The Bumble Bee Song, The Itsy Bitsy Spider, and I could keep going&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can count - you can do really good 1-5 and then you begin skipping a few numbers but you do know it.  Its just getting you to focus.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are learning your shapes and colors and are doing so good at it.  Circle and Pink are your favorites.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles, Puzzles and more Puzzles.  You love puzzles.  You will do the same puzzle over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Books - you love all books.  You love pop up books and books that have pull outs.  The Foot Book is your favorite book right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnoMeBNnHUE/TxQpFXhv1eI/AAAAAAAAH2M/xqraWv81Tm4/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698224600722167266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnoMeBNnHUE/TxQpFXhv1eI/AAAAAAAAH2M/xqraWv81Tm4/s400/jan%2B2012%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture because it shows your gorgeous eyes.  They are just like your daddy's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have 12 teeth and we brush them twice a day.  They are looking great so far and you let us get them really good so you do not have any cavities.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You only take 1 nap a day and it is usually a 2 hour nap from 1-3pm.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mac and cheese is still your ultimate favorite.  You love bread too.  Veggies are still not your friend.  You love fruit and eat and eat bananas.  You love milk too.  Milk and water.  You don't love juices.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are happy, energetic, fun and so sweet.  We are starting to plan the big 2 birthday.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the below post if you missed it, I did these post close together.  I love sweet pictures of Daddy and little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6324928702724007594-629654014396167788?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/629654014396167788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/growing-love-21-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/629654014396167788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/629654014396167788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/growing-love-21-months.html' title='Growing Love - 21 months'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMhtCbaWqfI/TxQspgOZ7sI/AAAAAAAAH3U/W5voCrYuCPY/s72-c/jan%2B2012%2B188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6857195362881013962</id><published>2012-01-15T18:45:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:45:56.547-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/15/3624.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/15/s_3624.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love without end, Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper has been blessed with the best daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend. We've all 3 hung out around the house, took naps, played outside, roasted marshmallows and hot dogs, watch some football, had a great sermon, lunch with my family, dinner at Outback, and just lots of fun in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this weather to end! It's been so awesome for January. Tomorrow is suppose to be 70 degrees so looks like I'll be having to take off early to go get some outside time before this all ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6857195362881013962?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6857195362881013962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-love-without-end-amen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6857195362881013962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6857195362881013962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-love-without-end-amen.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-563971805231944618</id><published>2012-01-13T17:52:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:52:01.884-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/13/2609.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/13/s_2609.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I love more than laying in bed with a sleep angel. She's my whole world!  You will always be my little girl no matter how big you get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-563971805231944618?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/563971805231944618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/563971805231944618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/563971805231944618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping-love.html' title='Sleeping love'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5719324027154970653</id><published>2012-01-08T18:33:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:57:57.787-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWoVqA3jnMA/TwpiF2-GhRI/AAAAAAAAH2A/D4R7fthMgnc/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695472531558270226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWoVqA3jnMA/TwpiF2-GhRI/AAAAAAAAH2A/D4R7fthMgnc/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More practice with my camera before Church today.   I only had about 5 minutes so I didn't get to take very many and I didn't get to change my settings like I wanted to so I messed the lighting up in a lot of them, but I can still tell a huge difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTp8oW12wek/TwphuI0urBI/AAAAAAAAH10/MtNIMgO5Fqo/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695472124033936402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTp8oW12wek/TwphuI0urBI/AAAAAAAAH10/MtNIMgO5Fqo/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those blonde/white eyebrows crack me up! Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NS8jANuUkvs/TwphXA0bRfI/AAAAAAAAH1o/6npjMzGHbBU/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695471726748190194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NS8jANuUkvs/TwphXA0bRfI/AAAAAAAAH1o/6npjMzGHbBU/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I say SMILE or CHEESE this is what she does.  It really cracks me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1xf1cCtaNQ/Twpg9TeQ_hI/AAAAAAAAH1c/F-9_9ycrLfQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695471285078916626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1xf1cCtaNQ/Twpg9TeQ_hI/AAAAAAAAH1c/F-9_9ycrLfQ/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dress makes my heart smile.  My neighbor made it for her daughter that is over 20 years old but didn't finish it and it was sitting in a box with the extra fabric.  When she found out I was having a girl she finished it and gave it to me.  I love love love it! When H out grows it, I will be giving it back to her for her grandaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFRH4vTfFvI/TwpgiCH6HkI/AAAAAAAAH1Q/SeQjTuSCmNc/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695470816565272130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFRH4vTfFvI/TwpgiCH6HkI/AAAAAAAAH1Q/SeQjTuSCmNc/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today - Harper and I went and picked up PaPa(my dad is now not Grandpa b/c Avery and Harper call him PaPa and its sticking and we all love it) and met Grammy at Church.  Great service on contentment.  I probably needed that.  I do have that always need more personality.  Not as much with my family but work, house, etc.  I need one of those Be Still pictures.  Sometimes I just need to chill.  So that is one of the many things I will be trying to focus on.  I feel like the past 2 weeks God has really been working on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that is in the works and I will be praying real hard for is Shawn and his Sunday workings.  Shawn has always worked 7pm-7am every other Sunday.  Now he works 7a-7p every other Sunday.  I hate it, he hates it.  It helps that I have been off on Fridays so we always get at least 2 days together but Sundays are a day of God and family and it weighs heavy on Shawn being the head of the household and knows as a man of God you take your family to Church so we have been throwing around the idea of him not working those Sundays.  I think it breaks his heart when he talks to me while we are on our way to Church in the mornings.   Sundays are double time so they are great money, like those 2 days equals over 1 whole week of work.  Its been so heavy on my heart too that we are going to start the process of him giving those up.  There is only 1 guy that does his job to so we are banking on him jumping on making all that money.  I feel surely he will be able to work them most of the time.  Shawn has already given him a few over the past couple months so I am hoping he is all for it.   At least 7am-1pm.  That would give us enough time to go to church and him go to work if the other guy could not work all the day.  I feel like God is saying that we will be rewarded in many other ways if we do this.  So that is that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-5719324027154970653?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5719324027154970653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5719324027154970653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5719324027154970653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-love.html' title='Sunday Love'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWoVqA3jnMA/TwpiF2-GhRI/AAAAAAAAH2A/D4R7fthMgnc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6724685699465829354</id><published>2012-01-06T17:49:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:06:50.480-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and wonderful photographer, Wendy White, website &lt;a href="http://http://www.wendylwhitephotography.com/frontpage.php"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;(check her out) spent a couple hours with me and my friend, Sara today.  She taught us about our cameras, lighting, all sorts of fancy terms.  I learned so much! I feel like a professional! I am completely kidding.  Out of 200 pictures, I got about 40 that weren't 1/2 bad.  I got some really bad ones though.  Working w/o auto is tricky, you are constantly having to change things and look at lighting and all that funny stuff.  At the very end I jumped on the bed with Harper and Sara grabbed my camera and took a few.  Wendy took some too and I can't wait to see some of those too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love love love my new lens too.  After one day I can say it will end up being well worth the money for it.  I really want a new camera now too.  My favorite thing of the day is learning how to make the background fuzzy and Harper in focus.  I'll be using that alot.  Tomorrow I am going to practicing with my outside pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2663.jpg" width="187" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excused me and my way grown out ombré  highlights(which now just look like loads of root highlights) but this picture makes me want to cry! She is so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2664.jpg" width="187" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not going to lie, she was a wild woman today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was our muse and so we all 3 took so many pictures of her and she was so over it by the end.  I kept giving her gummy bears to keep her going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2665.jpg" width="281" height="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2666.jpg" width="281" height="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few black and white and cropped them but on here they turn out blurry.  I don't know why my instagram makes things blurry on my blog but they are really good in person, you'll just have to trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will post lots more over the coming days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2651.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2653.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2654.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/06/2655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5px;" border="0" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/06/s_2655.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6724685699465829354?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6724685699465829354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6724685699465829354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6724685699465829354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/photography-class.html' title='Photography class'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6923078504484694402</id><published>2012-01-05T18:25:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:25:45.483-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/05/3019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/05/s_3019.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/05/3022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/05/s_3022.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty sleep or sleeping beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Alaska - the wild frontier. Great show on discovery. I'm becoming very obsessed with Alaska. 2 other shows on discovery I'm in love with is Gold Rush and Flying Wild Alaska. Friday nights, those are our shows! We rarely watch the 4 network channels. I pretty much hate everything on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy. I knew it would be. I don't need to be off but I was able to manage it so my photographer friend Wendy can teach me a few things about my camera. Harper is going to be our muse. This should be interesting! I'm excited to learn and hopefully will get round 2 soon! Stay tuned for my masterpieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you noticed my new design! I was on hold forever today and got the hankering to finally make some changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6923078504484694402?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6923078504484694402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6923078504484694402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6923078504484694402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping beauty'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6585335256333496319</id><published>2012-01-04T18:09:00.019-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:25:10.603-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar City....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc05zvfdWOE/TwUWEfMhWjI/AAAAAAAAHy0/5I57UTiQ2Gs/s1600/409115_10151056405525082_537220081_22146528_554581538_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 181px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693981570229164594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc05zvfdWOE/TwUWEfMhWjI/AAAAAAAAHy0/5I57UTiQ2Gs/s400/409115_10151056405525082_537220081_22146528_554581538_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to our weekend before Christmas Branson trip. On Saturday we went to Silver Dollar City.  This picture above is Avery and Harper putting their letters that they wrote to Santa in his mailbox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had one of the best days I have had as a momma.  It was perfect.  Avery and Harper experiencing SDC together.  They were beside themselves.  They loved it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrZPxtQD-Hc/TwUV_s3AWxI/AAAAAAAAHyo/nWQOv8_oOZ0/s1600/409489_10151056404815082_537220081_22146526_2021951769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693981487997672210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrZPxtQD-Hc/TwUV_s3AWxI/AAAAAAAAHyo/nWQOv8_oOZ0/s400/409489_10151056404815082_537220081_22146526_2021951769_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves the rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmVeShy-_2M/TwUV3v6H6YI/AAAAAAAAHyc/kHkBw1pitO0/s1600/402616_10151056405195082_537220081_22146527_1234088913_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693981351377103234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmVeShy-_2M/TwUV3v6H6YI/AAAAAAAAHyc/kHkBw1pitO0/s400/402616_10151056405195082_537220081_22146527_1234088913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting on the train with Aunt Lou Lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hg00qG8KkSc/TwUVyXF0yZI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/W1O2g-Uv-QQ/s1600/402616_10151056405195082_537220081_22146527_1234088913_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693981258815949202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hg00qG8KkSc/TwUVyXF0yZI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/W1O2g-Uv-QQ/s400/402616_10151056405195082_537220081_22146527_1234088913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaKGBP5DBOE/TwUVsTeXXXI/AAAAAAAAHyE/o7NUI0r3UWw/s1600/402025_10151056395955082_537220081_22146480_1108782289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693981154765921650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaKGBP5DBOE/TwUVsTeXXXI/AAAAAAAAHyE/o7NUI0r3UWw/s400/402025_10151056395955082_537220081_22146480_1108782289_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the beautiful old church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gmVo0eEtnus/TwUVm27GUjI/AAAAAAAAHx4/weqAgjDa95E/s1600/401676_10151056397465082_537220081_22146485_1278999562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693981061202465330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gmVo0eEtnus/TwUVm27GUjI/AAAAAAAAHx4/weqAgjDa95E/s400/401676_10151056397465082_537220081_22146485_1278999562_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting with Grammy waiting on food.  We got some much food for lunch.  We all wanted to try different things.  It was delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn_13odiOgU/TwUVhpQTrrI/AAAAAAAAHxs/eBtZE8ty2es/s1600/394857_10151056404225082_537220081_22146522_2110881902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 312px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980971633979058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn_13odiOgU/TwUVhpQTrrI/AAAAAAAAHxs/eBtZE8ty2es/s400/394857_10151056404225082_537220081_22146522_2110881902_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rides with Grammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LvlXtu6O0I/TwUVc1n7TNI/AAAAAAAAHxg/KSqceV5W8-A/s1600/394497_10151056400940082_537220081_22146504_731302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980889054923986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LvlXtu6O0I/TwUVc1n7TNI/AAAAAAAAHxg/KSqceV5W8-A/s400/394497_10151056400940082_537220081_22146504_731302_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had this huge ball room and the kids could not get enough of it.  I finally drug Harper had screaming.  It was getting later in the afternoon and we had lots more to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJxO7iMtmqA/TwUVYGjc9WI/AAAAAAAAHxU/ZcGaT7PYjTQ/s1600/394497_10151056400940082_537220081_22146504_731302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980807700215138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJxO7iMtmqA/TwUVYGjc9WI/AAAAAAAAHxU/ZcGaT7PYjTQ/s400/394497_10151056400940082_537220081_22146504_731302_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXalNc_GfJc/TwUVTIAh6eI/AAAAAAAAHxI/870Hcr5U8wk/s1600/393512_10151056398555082_537220081_22146491_225275401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980722191264226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXalNc_GfJc/TwUVTIAh6eI/AAAAAAAAHxI/870Hcr5U8wk/s400/393512_10151056398555082_537220081_22146491_225275401_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Gingerbread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYDqfeuEKGU/TwUVOvF7qWI/AAAAAAAAHw8/BTBf1RCdd_4/s1600/387920_10151056399455082_537220081_22146494_648257908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980646783560034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYDqfeuEKGU/TwUVOvF7qWI/AAAAAAAAHw8/BTBf1RCdd_4/s400/387920_10151056399455082_537220081_22146494_648257908_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Writing their letters to Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hL_ABVRUBBc/TwUVJesu2VI/AAAAAAAAHww/20ImvPN5xHE/s1600/378501_10151056403045082_537220081_22146515_916571599_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980556483549522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hL_ABVRUBBc/TwUVJesu2VI/AAAAAAAAHww/20ImvPN5xHE/s400/378501_10151056403045082_537220081_22146515_916571599_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves her Uncle Dave and Aunt Steph so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbVZF4sai7Y/TwUVFKKvHoI/AAAAAAAAHwk/1rYlBdLoMCg/s1600/379038_10151056396430082_537220081_22146481_815688125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980482252775042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbVZF4sai7Y/TwUVFKKvHoI/AAAAAAAAHwk/1rYlBdLoMCg/s400/379038_10151056396430082_537220081_22146481_815688125_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking out at the animal petting zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DuXexsvOKMg/TwUVAtZl2pI/AAAAAAAAHwY/wGyuhZMTpAA/s1600/381119_10151056403465082_537220081_22146519_1099545350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980405810977426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DuXexsvOKMg/TwUVAtZl2pI/AAAAAAAAHwY/wGyuhZMTpAA/s400/381119_10151056403465082_537220081_22146519_1099545350_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting in line to ride some rides.  This was getting really close to dark but before that the weather could not have been more perfect.  We didn't even have jackets on.  Couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dyxa0Prr84/TwUU8A2XO9I/AAAAAAAAHwM/A7737yLH2Zc/s1600/381261_10151056404510082_537220081_22146524_1998896723_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980325132581842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dyxa0Prr84/TwUU8A2XO9I/AAAAAAAAHwM/A7737yLH2Zc/s400/381261_10151056404510082_537220081_22146524_1998896723_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM1W52NhhKA/TwUU33Ye7HI/AAAAAAAAHwA/usEKXymV39Y/s1600/381774_10151056400445082_537220081_22146500_1729747958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980253871860850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM1W52NhhKA/TwUU33Ye7HI/AAAAAAAAHwA/usEKXymV39Y/s400/381774_10151056400445082_537220081_22146500_1729747958_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAHncY6WYMM/TwUUzpI1-FI/AAAAAAAAHv0/hRfhwuIqTeg/s1600/385096_10151056401270082_537220081_22146505_155409087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980181328689234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAHncY6WYMM/TwUUzpI1-FI/AAAAAAAAHv0/hRfhwuIqTeg/s400/385096_10151056401270082_537220081_22146505_155409087_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHKnkW1QqZs/TwUUuBD_XtI/AAAAAAAAHvo/5ELteVrEg_c/s1600/386146_10151056403880082_537220081_22146520_833184858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693980084671569618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHKnkW1QqZs/TwUUuBD_XtI/AAAAAAAAHvo/5ELteVrEg_c/s400/386146_10151056403880082_537220081_22146520_833184858_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azDi0qgROcE/TwUUm01rJXI/AAAAAAAAHvc/0NgypaKdWAE/s1600/387726_10151056396920082_537220081_22146483_1523544848_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693979961131214194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-azDi0qgROcE/TwUUm01rJXI/AAAAAAAAHvc/0NgypaKdWAE/s400/387726_10151056396920082_537220081_22146483_1523544848_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sad we were leaving!  After SDC, we went back to the Landing and ate at Macaroni Grill.  That was my first trip there and it was so good! Then we walked around the Landing and the kids were so tired they were deliriuosly happy and started running around the Landing screaming and laughing so hard.  It was the cutest thing ever.  All in all it was a great day and great trip.  We are planning another trip for summertime so we can do the water park and SDC again. &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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6585335256333496319?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6585335256333496319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/silver-dollar-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6585335256333496319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6585335256333496319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/silver-dollar-city.html' title='Silver Dollar City....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc05zvfdWOE/TwUWEfMhWjI/AAAAAAAAHy0/5I57UTiQ2Gs/s72-c/409115_10151056405525082_537220081_22146528_554581538_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4788631498272937687</id><published>2012-01-03T09:48:00.010-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:46:18.137-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzzwSIosCGM/TwNOjh5IK4I/AAAAAAAAHvQ/Jcrdr-2aHEc/s1600/fam6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzzwSIosCGM/TwNOjh5IK4I/AAAAAAAAHvQ/Jcrdr-2aHEc/s400/fam6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480726226807682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember which pictures I have posted so here are a few more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B60avATc23A/TwNOd6TEsKI/AAAAAAAAHvE/vLw4g4JqbWU/s1600/fam8.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/-B60avATc23A/TwNOd6TEsKI/AAAAAAAAHvE/vLw4g4JqbWU/s400/fam8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480629698867362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe we will be gearing up for a 2 year photo shoot before I know it! And I have a winter photo shoot idea that I am dying for but winter has to give me a little something, something so that can happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVMT8DmJBoU/TwNOZfgljoI/AAAAAAAAHu4/ttvewukwexE/s1600/fam7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVMT8DmJBoU/TwNOZfgljoI/AAAAAAAAHu4/ttvewukwexE/s400/fam7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480553788313218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to resolutions...I know lots of people hate doing them but I love them.  Its a perfect time to make some new goals for yourself.  So maybe resolution is the wrong term and I have a few goals for the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMrnfUrvvjk/TwNOVSX-quI/AAAAAAAAHus/DnBodyl7qg0/s1600/fam.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/-bMrnfUrvvjk/TwNOVSX-quI/AAAAAAAAHus/DnBodyl7qg0/s400/fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480481543072482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, it is to get closer in my relationship with God.  I fall so short of the glory I know he wants in my life by not giving him my all.  Over the past few years I have come a long way but am still so far away.  Shawn and I are loyal church goers, aka Sunday morning.  We don't do Sunday nights, bible studies, Wednesday nights and we both want to get more involved.  We have a child now that is going to start realizing and if she sees us there once a week than I suspect she will have a once a week relationship with God.  So, its get more involved, get closer, read scripture more, read devotionals more,  talk to God more, do couples devotionals....you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNX062tnpmQ/TwNOTMC1HnI/AAAAAAAAHug/oLavF8QnQWY/s1600/fam5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNX062tnpmQ/TwNOTMC1HnI/AAAAAAAAHug/oLavF8QnQWY/s400/fam5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480445484015218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better wife, mom, daughter, sister, aunt, and friend.  Just try to grow my relationships even more with the people I hold dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gguGnyd58wc/TwNOOyA9zaI/AAAAAAAAHuU/lbHyfs1P2ro/s1600/fam8.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/-gguGnyd58wc/TwNOOyA9zaI/AAAAAAAAHuU/lbHyfs1P2ro/s400/fam8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480369777397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save more.  Save more. Save more. Anyone who knows me well, knows this will always be a goal of mine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cook more, cook better, cook healthier, cook different things, cook more fresh veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1wYztuV-Vk/TwNOKtSTxLI/AAAAAAAAHuI/HeZVC4tmA8Q/s1600/fam4.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/-u1wYztuV-Vk/TwNOKtSTxLI/AAAAAAAAHuI/HeZVC4tmA8Q/s400/fam4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480299788485810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tone up a bit.  I do not want to lose any weight, I don't want to gain any weight.  I just want to make the arms and little more tone, the stomach a little more rigid, the gross place behind my legs smoother, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No tanning all year.  No outside without sunscreen for me and my little princess.  I am looking into buying a spray tan machine! ha! Not for HL, just for me.  I am not going to go all Toddlers and Tiaras.  No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Rg3jSa-rXE/TwNOHz-4QJI/AAAAAAAAHt8/bzGz3VSDVrw/s1600/fam3.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/-3Rg3jSa-rXE/TwNOHz-4QJI/AAAAAAAAHt8/bzGz3VSDVrw/s400/fam3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480250046431378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6vBWkVQY4U/TwNOE4niIhI/AAAAAAAAHtw/eU73GtjqJzQ/s1600/fam2.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/-F6vBWkVQY4U/TwNOE4niIhI/AAAAAAAAHtw/eU73GtjqJzQ/s400/fam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693480199751082514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I the only one who does these anymore?&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/6324928702724007594-4788631498272937687?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4788631498272937687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures-and-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4788631498272937687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4788631498272937687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures-and-resolutions.html' title='Pictures and Resolutions...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzzwSIosCGM/TwNOjh5IK4I/AAAAAAAAHvQ/Jcrdr-2aHEc/s72-c/fam6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2928831325492405765</id><published>2012-01-02T18:41:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:41:10.282-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of vacation</title><content type='html'>Well, it's back to work tomorrow. I've been in 1 time in 11 days! That makes me so proud of myself. Most courts, judges, attorneys take off the last 2 weeks of the year and I'll definitely do this every year now that I have a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3054.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3054.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was getting ready and running from room to room and stopped when I saw HL like this. She acted so comfy just hanging out barely on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3055.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed like this until I got her to get dressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3056.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a trip to chuckee cheese. Is that how you spell that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3057.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3057.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Avery and I in the slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3058.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3058.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves this thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3059.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3059.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jail time. So I love CC too bc they have the best BBQ Chicken pizza. Dominos has the exact same pizza too and it's just delightful! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3060.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3060.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then home were after 2 hours and 45 minutes I finally woke her up! Then we headed to my friend, Casey's. I've talked about her a ton on here and her struggles with fertility and now her pregnancy with twins. Well, her blood pressure is high and she's been put on house arrest. She's almost 27 weeks so she's got a long way to go. So H and I are going to try to visit her often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/02/3061.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/02/s_3061.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H wore her new Dora pjs from Wendy tonight. They make her look like a big girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2928831325492405765?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2928831325492405765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-day-of-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2928831325492405765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2928831325492405765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-day-of-vacation.html' title='Last day of vacation'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2397838601704526322</id><published>2011-12-30T17:16:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:16:39.874-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2772.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2772.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was to pretty not to get outside! 65 degrees at the end of December! It's a Christmas miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2773.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2773.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take a trip to the local zoo today. And of course I forgot my camera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2774.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2774.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pigs were Harper Lynn's favorite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2776.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2776.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves her some birds too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2777.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2777.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2778.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2778.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pigs. The monkeys are so awesome and creepy too! And the stinky sloth too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2779.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2779.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2780.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2780.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cousins ran around like crazy kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2781.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2781.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fed the kangaroos lettuce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2782.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2782.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road lions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2783.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2783.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2786.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2786.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big snakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2787.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2787.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinky buffaloes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2788.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2788.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2789.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2789.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2790.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2790.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/30/2791.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/30/s_2791.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some hilarious videos too. We ate some corn dogs. Saw so many cool animals. I will definitely be taken H there at least once a year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to swing by Wendy's to see baby Bria and Brady and exchange some Christmas presents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day! H was asleep by 730. Tomorrow is suppose to be 70 degrees so we'll be having lots more fun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2397838601704526322?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2397838601704526322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-at-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2397838601704526322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2397838601704526322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-at-zoo.html' title='Day at the zoo'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6769317225248685755</id><published>2011-12-27T18:02:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:02:17.222-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/27/2801.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/27/s_2801.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is way to much to update on my phone. I have not loaded any pics so I figured I would post a few more of our family pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is me in my mom's wedding dress. In April my parents will be celebrating their 40th anniversary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/27/2804.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/27/s_2804.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has been fantastic this year. I wish I could relive the past few days over some more. I took off this week, excluding Thursday. That will be 1 day of work in 10 days! I have not done that since having HL. It's been wonderful. Shawn's been off too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/27/2807.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/27/s_2807.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day figuring out what to do with all the new toys, the old toys and the Christmas decor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/27/2808.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/27/s_2808.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my sis, my mom and myself are going shopping in Northwest Arkansas tomorrow. Should be lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6769317225248685755?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6769317225248685755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/family-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6769317225248685755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6769317225248685755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/family-pics.html' title='Family pics'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4687757456039970068</id><published>2011-12-25T12:40:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T12:40:02.598-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Jernigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/25/2399.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/25/s_2399.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from our home to yours. I pray everyone has a home and heart filled with the love and peace of Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4687757456039970068?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4687757456039970068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-from-jernigans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4687757456039970068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4687757456039970068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-from-jernigans.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Jernigans'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7693090600962201957</id><published>2011-12-23T18:11:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:23:36.364-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzfkVguMi-o/TvVDE3fW2pI/AAAAAAAAHtk/Uf_vzf0nWME/s1600/insta5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 204px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689527455146498706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzfkVguMi-o/TvVDE3fW2pI/AAAAAAAAHtk/Uf_vzf0nWME/s400/insta5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same sweet girl, same pink tree....one year later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is still watching out of Santa to get here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't believe that skirt still fit her! Right before this the tree came tumbling down.  She sort of tackled the tree and then looked back at us and just pointed at the tree.  It was pretty cute.  That is why the tree is missing the star and a few other ornaments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawn and I were both off today so we just enjoyed a lazy fun day around the house.  We slept in a bit, ate some breakfast, watched cartoons, took naps, went to the neighbors to see their new house, went to another neighbors to deliver gifts, came home and my parents came over and brought pizza.   Very good day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even describe how excited I am about the next 2 days, I can't wait for Harper to see her presents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been talking to her alot about the what Christmas means, does she understand, probably not, but I want to plant seeds.  When we are putting her to bed each night we say a family prayer and she has gotten so good at it.  She sits in her rocking chair and says, prayer, and crosses her hands and closes her eyes and her daddy prays.  I always peak at her and she is peaking at me.  Then when we get down she yells, AYE-MAN! Its indescribably precious.  Another little proud moment I had, was at Silver Dollar City last weekend, we walked in this little old church from the 1800s.  There were pews and bibles sitting on the pews.  Harper walks up to the pew and grabs the bible and says "Bible".  I am sorry, but my heart just melted.  I know she doesn't understand yet, but I hope the seed is getting planted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night our friends, Lance and Sara, came over and I made some enchiladas and corn caserole(another pinterest recipe).  It was really good!  Sara got Harper an apron with her initial embrodiered on it.  Its adorable.  And she gave me a fancy cupcake pan b/c I didn't have a good one! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7693090600962201957?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7693090600962201957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-year-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7693090600962201957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7693090600962201957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-year-later.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzfkVguMi-o/TvVDE3fW2pI/AAAAAAAAHtk/Uf_vzf0nWME/s72-c/insta5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-721330568234533794</id><published>2011-12-21T07:49:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T08:01:19.958-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Branson Part 2.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Friday was Harper's Christmas Party at GoKids so I did not want her to miss that.  So, Shawn and I started off the morning by taking her there.  She looked so cute carrying in her Christmas presents.  She knew that she was giving them to other people and she went and handed them to her teachers.  It was adorable!  They ate their cookies and punch and then it was time for them to walk up and pick their present.  Of course, H picks the big, pink bag.  She got a My Lil' Pony and is in love with it! Its hair is going to fall out from all the brushing it has endured.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We get back to the car, only to realize the new set of keys Shawn had made didn't work so we were stranded.  Angela took us back to our house to get another set.  Its always something right!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Shawn took H and I to my parents were mom, my sister, Harper and I took off for H's first trip to Branson.  We got there about noon and we were staying at the Landing but it was too soon to check in so we went straight to the delicious mexican restaraunt they have.  It was soooo good.  They make the guacamole right there at the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/21/1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/21/s_1517.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw this clown that made all sorts of balloons.  Harper saw it and ran to him.  Even though he was quite scary.  We asked what she wanted and she said deer.  That was pretty dang precious.  So he made her Rudolph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/21/1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/21/s_1518.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She stood there in a trance watching him!  She carried that balloon around all weekend! She cried everytime we took it away.  Looks like her daddy needs to learn how to make balloon animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/21/1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/21/s_1519.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then some shopping.  She decided that she loved having gloves on.  The weather was actually great.  Friday was 50 degrees, Saturday was 55 degrees.  I didn't even need a jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/21/1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/21/s_1520.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off Rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/21/1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/21/s_1521.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was to Santa we went.  They had free pictures with Santa at the Bass Pro Shop.  She was pretty uncomfortable with Santa and would not smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/21/1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/21/s_1522.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it was that huge reindeer hovering in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/21/1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/21/s_1523.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the next day I decided to try it again.  I thought she might feel more comfortable today.  That would be a big negative.  She was not having it with Santa!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Silver Dollar City! I'll post those pictures later&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/6324928702724007594-721330568234533794?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/721330568234533794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/branson-part-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/721330568234533794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/721330568234533794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/branson-part-21.html' title='Branson Part 2.1'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6048185345145884238</id><published>2011-12-15T08:01:00.008-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:34:24.360-09:00</updated><title type='text'>20 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85hN6EdUnq8/TuosWveUGpI/AAAAAAAAHtY/Nrff818DV58/s1600/h4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I guess that it pretty normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-rHStfZSdg/TuosTYKNh_I/AAAAAAAAHtM/2hQx-ce4G6E/s1600/h5.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/-C-rHStfZSdg/TuosTYKNh_I/AAAAAAAAHtM/2hQx-ce4G6E/s400/h5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686406190923089906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still in mostly size 4 diapers, but when this box runs out we are doing straight 5s.  They both seem to fit you fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just had your first Christmas program Tuesday and you did so good.  You did all the hand motions and just sang your little heart out.  I cried.  What can I say! Your rendition of jingle bells was superb!  You rocked baby Jesus like a pro.  I can't say enough about how much I love the daycare you go too.  You love it too.  Bible stories and bibles songs everyday.  When we drive home, you are in the back singing Jesus Loves Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sKcfC9gO28/TuosEL_jIrI/AAAAAAAAHtA/rDL2cChkRtQ/s1600/h9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sKcfC9gO28/TuosEL_jIrI/AAAAAAAAHtA/rDL2cChkRtQ/s400/h9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686405929959105202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving to count right now.  You skip a few numbers but I was never a big fan of 4 and 7 either. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Songs, songs, songs.  You love them.  Especially if Elmo or princesses are singing them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpDju4wFvNg/TuosA5s0NeI/AAAAAAAAHs0/nDZ06KX-ARs/s1600/h7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpDju4wFvNg/TuosA5s0NeI/AAAAAAAAHs0/nDZ06KX-ARs/s400/h7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686405873509086690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walk into a big crowded room, you get all shy and then you warm up and go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have gotten totally obsessed with your Daddy.  Its bad! He can't leave the room without you going crazy, don't even think about going outside with out you, you will lay down by the door cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hwZNr7WT1Y/TuorrkNAWOI/AAAAAAAAHso/HhHUkzW4C60/s1600/h8.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/-1hwZNr7WT1Y/TuorrkNAWOI/AAAAAAAAHso/HhHUkzW4C60/s400/h8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686405506961266914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have started saying who things people are - everything is Harper's baby, Momma's car, Daddy's jacket, etc.  Everything is someones.  Its so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCcXwqBtLJM/TuootSCphpI/AAAAAAAAHsc/HCMpN88zEbo/s1600/harper.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/-oCcXwqBtLJM/TuootSCphpI/AAAAAAAAHsc/HCMpN88zEbo/s400/harper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686402237910845074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving baby dolls right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you have to have a purse to carry around.  You like to put things in it.  You like to have a necklace and bracelet on.  You yell, BOW, when we leave your room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67VdH_Spb9M/TuooQNlpvRI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/wg-j7aZ8mpQ/s1600/h3.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/-67VdH_Spb9M/TuooQNlpvRI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/wg-j7aZ8mpQ/s400/h3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686401738499276050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not let your Momma or Daddy sit down when we are home.  You drag us around or down to the ground if we are sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdGNnHZumGw/TuooE8G6qVI/AAAAAAAAHsE/tpAjToW9Z9g/s1600/h2.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/-XdGNnHZumGw/TuooE8G6qVI/AAAAAAAAHsE/tpAjToW9Z9g/s400/h2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686401544828397906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much! We are enjoying watching you grow.  You are such a sweet, loving, little angel.  We love you so much, Harper Lynn.&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/6324928702724007594-6048185345145884238?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6048185345145884238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6048185345145884238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6048185345145884238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-months-old.html' title='20 months old!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85hN6EdUnq8/TuosWveUGpI/AAAAAAAAHtY/Nrff818DV58/s72-c/h4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-963592241619713205</id><published>2011-12-13T07:39:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T07:53:26.415-09:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Santa bringing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B0zJzAQhDE/TueAeaLkKBI/AAAAAAAAHr4/cgUnxGYhQAQ/s1600/sweetheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B0zJzAQhDE/TueAeaLkKBI/AAAAAAAAHr4/cgUnxGYhQAQ/s400/sweetheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685654314490800146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting lots of questions this week on what Harper is getting for Christmas.  I must say, its been so hard to figure out what to get her this year.  Somehow I went from being concerned about where to put anything else to getting her the Sweetheart Cottage Playhouse! I am sooooo excited for it to get in! Only problem is that it is back ordered and may not get here until after Christmas! I. Could. Cry.  Shawn is like, "Where are we putting that thing, outside, right?" Heck no, its not going outside in the winter! Its going right in our living room! I have the perfect place for it.  She will love playing in it during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She is getting a kitchen set, I am not sure which one.  My parents act like telling me is like telling her so I was just told not to get her a kitchen set.  No telling what else they have gotten her, probably a few puppies too!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She is getting a medium sized bounce around.  I think its like a 7x7.  That will be set up inside a lot this winter too!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A Stephen Joseph backpack.  She loves "purses".&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 baby dolls.  She has decides she really likes her some baby dolls.  Feeding baby dolls, rocking baby dolls, wrapping them up in blankets - the works.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Play-doh set with all sorts of fun shapes to cut out&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A picnic table - this will also be going inside for the winter.  RUNNING OUT OF SPACE! I thought it would be could for her to color on, eat on, etc.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A Princess Tea Set&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles - she loves her some puzzles&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Books - can you ever have enough books?  I got her a few more Elmo books too.  She is all about Elmo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Elmo singing DVD - Yippy :/&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can think of right now.  I am so excited to watch her unwrap presents this year.  I am so excited to watch her come in the living room with her big sweetheart cottage sitting there(of course, this will only be if it comes in!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is her Christmas Program and I can not wait! That girl has been practicing her songs for weeks.  Jingle Bells is definitely her favorite.  This song where she appears to be rocking a baby and she sings baby Jesus over and over is pretty dang cute too! After every song she says YEAH! I guess that is what we say when she gets done so now she thinks that is the end to every song.  Man, she is fun!  I will be taking lots of pictures and have the camera ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-963592241619713205?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/963592241619713205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-santa-bringing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/963592241619713205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/963592241619713205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-santa-bringing.html' title='What is Santa bringing?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B0zJzAQhDE/TueAeaLkKBI/AAAAAAAAHr4/cgUnxGYhQAQ/s72-c/sweetheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2045661571431264434</id><published>2011-12-12T15:21:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:21:31.277-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Branson part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/12/2558.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/12/s_2558.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends and I went to Branson this weekend. We had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/12/2559.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/12/s_2559.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of shopping and eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/12/2560.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/12/s_2560.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful up there this time of year. We ended up swimming in the pool and hot tub for hours Saturday night! We went to bed around 4! We laughed so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back next weekend with my family. We are going to be going to silver dollar city, Dixie stampede and shopping. Harper will love the Stampede! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is my slowest month of the year and I pretty much plan on cruising to the new year with less work and lots of fun family time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2045661571431264434?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2045661571431264434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/branson-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2045661571431264434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2045661571431264434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/branson-part-1.html' title='Branson part 1'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4550293949041563087</id><published>2011-12-04T19:15:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:15:35.743-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>Over 3 hours to put up, set up and decorate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/04/3563.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/04/s_3563.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 seconds to destroy it all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/04/3564.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/04/s_3564.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we woke up too this morning. Actually, it was me, then I called Shawn and he came home from hunting. Water, pine needles, ornaments, lights, were EVERYWHERE! It took all of 3 hours plus some to get it back. It was a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/04/3565.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/04/s_3565.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn was in charge of set up and lights.  Both have been epic fails! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4550293949041563087?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4550293949041563087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4550293949041563087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4550293949041563087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-499577172667849947</id><published>2011-12-02T11:50:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:50:38.450-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/02/2137.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/02/s_2137.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping.....for Christmas trees, that is, can't get this kind from any store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/02/2138.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/02/s_2138.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/02/2139.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/02/s_2139.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house already smells delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/02/2140.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/02/s_2140.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots to choose from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/02/2141.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/02/s_2141.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this last year and will do it every year! I grew up with a real tree and so will she. They are more trouble but oh, so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got another one that barely fits in the living room but it's going to be so pretty when I get done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-499577172667849947?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/499577172667849947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/499577172667849947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/499577172667849947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6808533316121645581</id><published>2011-11-29T06:46:00.007-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:15:21.497-09:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oedgxgoiXg4/TtT-1yRFGAI/AAAAAAAAHrU/fcCKng76cWI/s1600/13-4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oedgxgoiXg4/TtT-1yRFGAI/AAAAAAAAHrU/fcCKng76cWI/s400/13-4-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680445230000969730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These beautiful pictures were taken by the fabulous, Wendy White, go &lt;a href="http://www.wendylwhitephotography.com/frontpage.php"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see her website.  She was running a special for the Ronald McDonald House and donated all the proceeds from the pictures she took that day to the R.M. House.  She raised over $1000!  We had some mutual friends but I had never met her and instantly just loved her, Harper did too.   Go check her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzTyMfsXlGE/TtT-vIl2RuI/AAAAAAAAHrI/tEKzdNT-aK0/s1600/13-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18Q6WJKfbLA/TtT-pKzcHFI/AAAAAAAAHq8/rZ6skoTWv8o/s1600/13-5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18Q6WJKfbLA/TtT-pKzcHFI/AAAAAAAAHq8/rZ6skoTWv8o/s400/13-5-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680445013249236050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our weekend went downhill! Saturday, I felt fine, it was rainy so Harper, Shawn and I just played inside all day.  That afternoon, I didn't feel 100% but not horrible.  I was asleep by 8:30pm, I woke up a few times during the night and was so sick to my stomach(no, I am not pregnant, mom!)  Shawn had to work so he was out the door by 6am.  I got up with H around 730am and could barely stand up, I got her and put her in bed with me and she watched cartoons as I laid there moaning and groaning.  About an hour later, she was ready for breakfast and I was able to get her fed and changed but had already thrown up twice by 9am.  I decided at that point, I could not take care of her.  I called my parents and they were over in like 10 minutes and got her.  I went straight back to bed.  I was pretty much asleep, off and on, the rest of the day.  I felt horrible! About 4pm I felt that I was feeling better and I just wanted my little girl so my mom came back over with Harper and soup and made me chicken noodle soup and Harper laid in bed with me.  Shawn got home and we got Harper to bed and I went straight back to bed.  Yesterday I felt so much better, still not 100% but much better.  I had Court hearings that I couldn't miss so I wasn't able to take another day to lay in  bed.  I am feeling much better but still not up to my old self.  I hope and pray my family does not get it.  It was horrible.  I am not sure where it even came from.  No one I know got it, so who knows!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I take my health for granted so I am going to make sure I don't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s86mPMiwPhM/TtT-hq7AkOI/AAAAAAAAHqw/81Xb472BHI0/s1600/13-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s86mPMiwPhM/TtT-hq7AkOI/AAAAAAAAHqw/81Xb472BHI0/s400/13-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680444884431966434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet cat has been missing since last Wednesday night.  Since we moved out to the country, she has decided that she wanted to be an inside/outside cat.  She either spends all day or all night outside.  Wednesday night she went out and we have not seen her since.  She did not get lost or did not run away.  Something got her and we are devastated.   We don't know what happened and that makes it worse.  Did she suffer? Is she laying somewhere injured? Its been really sad.  Harper loved her so much.   I was just staring at her food bowl this morning, I can't bare to put it away b/c that means she is really gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UM_ilXxeWEc/TtT-ZhgQJ0I/AAAAAAAAHqk/I9quucFSiVM/s1600/13-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UM_ilXxeWEc/TtT-ZhgQJ0I/AAAAAAAAHqk/I9quucFSiVM/s400/13-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680444744464869186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the sad, more of the happy.  I love this time of year.  We lost Shawn's dog this time of year last year too and its hard but we will get over it.  Since it rained Saturday we weren't able to go find our Christmas tree.  Hopefully, Friday or Saturday we can go.  I am so excited to get my decorations out!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much shopping yet.  Just a few things for the kiddos.  Harper is really hard to shop for because I just can't think of anything she really needs.  All I think is more stuff! I am thinking something outside, like a trampoline.  She has a medium sized trampoline at my parents and really likes it.  She would probably like a kitchen set but just not sure where to put it.  I know it sounds stupid to say we are busting out of the seams in our house, but that is what it feels like.  2400 sq. feet seemed so big 2 years ago, now its like we need more space! I think its because I don't feel like we have enough storage.  I need lots more storage space.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the cold! Just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6808533316121645581?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6808533316121645581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-officially-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6808533316121645581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6808533316121645581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-officially-christmas-time.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oedgxgoiXg4/TtT-1yRFGAI/AAAAAAAAHrU/fcCKng76cWI/s72-c/13-4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7487029842276982559</id><published>2011-11-25T17:43:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:43:08.082-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/25/3103.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/25/s_3103.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful is the only word to adequately say what I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know God is giving you exactly what you need, even though it's not what you always think you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/25/3104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/25/s_3104.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Lots of family, food and laughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/25/3105.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/25/s_3105.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worn out Harper was asleep by 630pm last night and I was asleep by 830pm! So to answer the next question, heck no I did not go shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not as great with the loss of the razorbacks football game. I'm still very proud of those boys though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we shall head to the woods and pick out our Christmas tree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7487029842276982559?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7487029842276982559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7487029842276982559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7487029842276982559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-1010740077599458975</id><published>2011-11-22T11:36:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:59:02.583-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, where to begin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/22/1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/22/s_1946.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's busy, that is all I can say.  I don't know what happen to November.  Last week was a busy blur with work.  I am still trying to only work, at the max 9-4, so its a struggle to get it all in during those times. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the mother of the year award that I was doing so good with, until I locked Harper in the car Saturday morning.  I really didn't do it, she did it, but nonetheless, she was locked in the car.  I was getting her in her car seat and I was letting her play with the keys and apparently she pressed the lock button.  After I got done, I just tossed the keys and my purse in the front seat.  Got out, shut the door, "tried" to open the driver's door, it was sooooo locked.  By a sheer Christmas miracle, my good friend and her husband, Mr. State Police was there and they were able to get a wire hanger and get the window down enough to press the unlock but it wouldn't work.  So after about 15 minutes, the police and Pop and Lock game and got her out.  It was pretty neat when the officer asked me if this was INTENTIONAL! I was like yeah, I went shopping and just left her in there! When the pop and lock guy unlocked it, which took 2 seconds, my car alarm started going off.  That is when it hit me that Mr. Trooper couldn't get in the car b/c since the alarm was engaged, you can only unlock through the key, to deter from people stealing your car.  She just hung out in there, ate a rice krispie treat, drank her water and never uttered a cry.  Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Watched my Hogs win!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a bonfire at our friend's house.  We had a great time, lots of food and laughs.  We stayed up way too late and of course, my body hates me and won't let me sleep in anymore so I was up with the chickens. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now its Thanksgiving week.  My hope was to not work tomorrow but I am going to have to work some.  Boo!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am not doing the Black Friday thing.  I might go later in the day but before the Razorback's game&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Razorbacks, WOW! We have had a great season and somehow the stars aligned Saturday night and every team we needed to lose lost and now we are sitting in a position to win one game and very possibly play for the National Championship Game.  Which I told Shawn, we are sooooo going too! ha!  LSU is awesome and we are playing them in the Bayou so we will have to play the best game we've ever played.  I'll be keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After the game, if there is still time, we will go get our Christmas tree from the Christmas tree farm.  We had so much fun last year when we went.  Its going to be our Christmas tradition.  I remember going to cut down our tree every year when we were growing up so I want the same for my little angel.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have not bought a single Christmas present.  I am going to get on that soon.  I am so excited to buy for Harper and Avery.  Shawn and I really don't do Christmas presents.  I know that is soooo weird to everyone else.  We really don't do birthday presents either.  Usually we will go and pick out something for both of us for Christmas or for each other for birthdays, but that is about it.   We just really don't need a whole lot, except the 65 inch tv in Walmart's black Friday ad. This is Shawn talking.  I told him if he wants to go wait and line and get it, he can, I am not! lol&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is getting in the Christmas spirit.  This time of year is so fun wants you have a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-1010740077599458975?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1010740077599458975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/posted-using-blogpress-from-my-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1010740077599458975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1010740077599458975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/posted-using-blogpress-from-my-iphone.html' title='Oh, where to begin....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6371984438281999868</id><published>2011-11-17T17:32:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:32:39.058-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantic City...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/17/3080.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/17/s_3080.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 4th grade I wanted a tony Alamo jacket sooooo bad. My parents wouldn't get me one bc they knew he was bad news. Now, 20 years later I have one! Hahaha For all those not familiar, look it up, it's a fairly interesting story from the 80s. One of the attorneys from our office even represented Tony back in the day! And he and his wife are the ones that gave this to me.  Love them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6371984438281999868?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6371984438281999868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-i-was-in-4th-grade-i-wanted-tony.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6371984438281999868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6371984438281999868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-i-was-in-4th-grade-i-wanted-tony.html' title='Atlantic City...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8883561576591983222</id><published>2011-11-15T08:14:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:29:02.557-09:00</updated><title type='text'>19 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just seems wrong to do a monthly birthday post without a picture but I am at work and since all I have been doing are uploading phone pics on here, I am all out! So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper Lynn, you are 19 months old(and 1 day)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are 26 1/2 lbs and 34 inches tall.  Everyone says that the growing will slow down soon, but that does not seem to be happening too much.  It seems like everything I buy, you grow out of so fast&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are still in 4 diapers but I just bought some 5s and they fit good too.  They don't look like bikini briefs on you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are in a size 6 shoe, but with socks, it doesn't seem like that will be long.   Your next pair will be 7s&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are in 24 month clothes and some 2T. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are healthy and happy&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing right now is to sing songs and do the signs with them.  Your favorites are The Itsy Bitsy Spider, The Wheels on the Bus, Jesus Loves Me, Deep and Wide, The Bumble Bee song.  Its amazing how well you can do the signs with them.  My favorite is when we sign Jesus Loves Me, I can barely get the words out and you start screaming BIBLE! That is your favorite word in the song.  You love to squash the bumble bee.  You love to beeep, beeep, the horn on the wheels of the bus&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your language continues to take off.  I am amazed at what you know.  There are not many household items that you do not know, couch, chair, table, bath, trash, door, shoe, pants, pjs, socks, blanket, pillow, and the list goes on.  It amazes us the things you know that we didn't teach you, like you did you know candy, pen, etc.  You can identify all animals.  Seriously, all.  Even rhinos, hippos and those weird animals.  You can identify animals by the sound they make and can make the sound of each animal.   Your favorite is moooo for cow. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You somehow know your mommy and daddy's real name, when someone says, Carrie, you point to me. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love coloring.  You are getting better about not eating the crayons too.  You even colored all over Grammy and Grandpa's cabinet yesterday.  Thankfully google pointed us in the right direction to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You dance.  You think you are so funny when you are dancing.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You like to march.  You say, march, march, march and march around the room&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love to come over to us and pat us on the back and say, pat, pat, pat&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You now say ouch and hurt when you hurt yourself. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have 12 teeth.  Your top and bottom four and then your first set of molars.  No eye teeth still???&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are still a great sleeper.  8pm -7-8am.  The time change didn't even throw you off which was so weird, I was dreading it but somehow you knew it wasn't time to get up.  Weird especially since its lighter outside. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Books, books and more books.  You still love to be read too, and like to read to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite saying right now is Thank you, you say it maybe 100 times a day, at the correct times and all the wrong times.  Pretty cute&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mac and Cheese is still your go to meal.  Veggies aren't.  Cookies are.  You love to snack.  We are working on that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't done anything with the potty this month.  I am just not ready.  You tell me when you poo but its after the fact.  I just don't mind changing diapers and will start working on it closer to your 2nd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is getting longer and still blonde as ever.  You still have your daddy's blue eyes.  Exact same color. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You still have your momma's personality though. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You call Grandpa, PaPa and it melts his heart.  You still don't say Grammy that much and it breaks her heart.  You say Nana and Papaw too.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have started saying Mommie, not momma. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are a wonderful, perfect, child and I love  you more with each passing day.  You are your daddy and I's whole world and adore the ground your walk on.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much, Harper Lynn.&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/6324928702724007594-8883561576591983222?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8883561576591983222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/19-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8883561576591983222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8883561576591983222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/19-months.html' title='19 months!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6744861256899305604</id><published>2011-11-13T17:43:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:43:16.890-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogs and Hunting part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3266.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3266.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun weekend of hogs and hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3267.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3267.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved razorbacks won again and have moved up to number 6 in the bcs polls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3268.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3268.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting was pretty eventful too. Here are some doe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3269.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3269.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an 8 pt that I didn't feel was big enough to shoot, close but will be great for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3270.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3270.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cute 6 point. I saw another buck but he was chasing doe and I couldn't get a good look or a good shot. Maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6744861256899305604?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6744861256899305604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hogs-and-hunting-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6744861256899305604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6744861256899305604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hogs-and-hunting-part-2.html' title='Hogs and Hunting part 2'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-500564764216871148</id><published>2011-11-10T17:49:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:49:04.106-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/10/2620.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/10/s_2620.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement 'you can't turn your back for a second' was invented for this child. This is what happens when you give the fizzle bath ball to her and turn your back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots I need to update and put on here for record keeping but I'm on my phone and I'm sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy week and I'll have to work at least a 1/2 tomorrow to get slightly caught up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-500564764216871148?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/500564764216871148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/500564764216871148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/500564764216871148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-722088870829295860</id><published>2011-11-05T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:59:08.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogs and Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3902.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3902.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper Lynn is hoping for another hog victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3903.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3903.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a very happy husband right now! He killed this monster in Illinois tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this means he may be coming home a few days early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to update on more happenings but HL gave me a run for my money today and I'm tired and the game is back on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-722088870829295860?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/722088870829295860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hogs-and-hunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/722088870829295860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/722088870829295860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hogs-and-hunting.html' title='Hogs and Hunting'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7082847768803444442</id><published>2011-11-02T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:14:21.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bria May</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/02/3021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/02/s_3021.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hold this brand new gift from God! Wendy had this beautiful little girl yesterday. They are both doing great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/02/3022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/02/s_3022.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks just like her big brother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7082847768803444442?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7082847768803444442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/bria-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7082847768803444442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7082847768803444442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/bria-may.html' title='Bria May'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-1601179619863291547</id><published>2011-11-01T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:50:55.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/01/3084.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/01/s_3084.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper wanted to be a little twinkle toes too! Miss Ballerina was dancing around everywhere. She knew she was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/01/3085.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/01/s_3085.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-1601179619863291547?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1601179619863291547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1601179619863291547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1601179619863291547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-halloween.html' title='More Halloween'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6571459412548427040</id><published>2011-10-31T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:37:05.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/31/3314.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/31/s_3314.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! We've had a great few days with lots of fall festivals and trick or treating. Harper really got the concept this year. She was a kitty cat but it looked more like a CareBear costume. She also dressed up as a ballerina too. Love this precious little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to eating more candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6571459412548427040?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6571459412548427040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween-weve-had-great-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6571459412548427040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6571459412548427040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween-weve-had-great-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-969024276796206747</id><published>2011-10-29T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:49:06.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patchin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/29/2465.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/29/s_2465.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful day, excluding the fact that the Razorbacks are playing bad and I've had the touch of a stomach bug. I'm feeling much better now. I don't usually get the little bugs that go around. It started after I ate yesterday so it may have been food poisoning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed a new and unusual mole a few days ago. It couldn't be older than a month or so. I've got an appt with a dermatologist Monday, so if you think of it, say a prayer. I'm sure it's nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about Halloween! Can't wait to get Miss Harper Lynn all dressed up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-969024276796206747?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/969024276796206747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patchin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/969024276796206747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/969024276796206747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patchin.html' title='Pumpkin Patchin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-3963502680537400447</id><published>2011-10-22T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:41:57.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies and College Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/22/1629.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/22/s_1629.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper Lynn is ready to beat the Rebels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/22/1630.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/22/s_1630.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are those boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/22/1631.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/22/s_1631.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the pumpkin patch and picked out some pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night we all 3 destroyed the kitchen in an effort to make some spooktacular cookies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u even tell what this one is?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cat! We let Harper do alot of the designing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we painted pumpkins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's game time, then nap time, then hunt time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-3963502680537400447?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3963502680537400447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/cookies-and-college-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3963502680537400447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3963502680537400447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/cookies-and-college-football.html' title='Cookies and College Football'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-350091772594629173</id><published>2011-10-21T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T04:50:14.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinterest</title><content type='html'>I made my first pinterest recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/21/907.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/21/s_907.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a chicken enchilada/lasagna recipe.  It was delicious! It was slightly different than anyone I had tried before. I served it with some white cheese dip so that topped it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that pinterest is the person you want to be, the perfect alter ego of you. The house you want, the places you want to go, outfits you want to wear, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little behind the 8 ball but I finally got to watch bridesmaids last night. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies and watched The Thing last weekend and it was great! Love scary movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a 3 day weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out harper's 18 month check up from yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-350091772594629173?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/350091772594629173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/pinterest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/350091772594629173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/350091772594629173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/pinterest.html' title='Pinterest'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-3672914185970132812</id><published>2011-10-18T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:26:30.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV blues</title><content type='html'>If it wasn't for Nick Jr. I swear I'd cancel the satellite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't there use to be things on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm officially old bc I only hear old people say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no shows. I need a show/s I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate dancing with the stars, all the singing type talent shows, any and all sitcoms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sports I really like to watch is college football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah took over my favorite channel/discovery health and made OWN which is horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even find enjoyment from a good lifetime anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too old for MTV, so over the Jersey Shore. It honestly grosses me out to watch them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vh1= stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The E! Channel should be renamed the Kardashian Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLC, excluding Sister Wives, gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HGTV might as well play House Hunters 24/7 - aren't they running out of houses in the works? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With The Millionare Matchmaker, Rachel Zoe and some with of Art show, even Bravo is letting me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing some great shows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited for terra nova and so far it's a big dud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even make myself watch grey's anatomy anymore. Hate it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My 2 favorite shows, House and Desperate Housewives, are in their last season, so I'll be left &lt;br /&gt;with nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get a lot of time to watch tv but when I do I want to enjoy my lil' self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I think that's it. Feel free to tell me your favorite shows! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-3672914185970132812?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3672914185970132812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/tv-blues.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3672914185970132812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3672914185970132812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/tv-blues.html' title='TV blues'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2709754185049502885</id><published>2011-10-17T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:54:23.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza and Bucks</title><content type='html'>Shawn and I took Harper to Chuck-e-cheese's Saturday. We had a great time, they had so many little rides and games she could play. She had a blast too. They also had this yummy chicken pizza that I couldn't get enough of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had leftovers that we boxed up and took home.  &lt;br /&gt;On the ride home Shawn says "uhhh, I think I just saw HL take a bite of pizza?!?!"(she is still rear facing so he had just got a glimpse in the mirror". I threw my seatbelt off and turned around and this was what I saw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3443.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3443.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had managed to get into the box and empty 6 pieces of pizza out! Sauce was everywhere. We laughed so hard we cried! Baby girl likes her pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3444.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3444.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a picture of the huge buck Shawn killed. So excited for him! 2nd biggest deer he's ever killed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2709754185049502885?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2709754185049502885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/pizza-and-bucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2709754185049502885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2709754185049502885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/pizza-and-bucks.html' title='Pizza and Bucks'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7960435304697590183</id><published>2011-10-17T17:45:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:46:13.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3425.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harper, you are 18 months old!(plus a week but I figured we could wait for your well baby appointment today)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are 26.0 lbs(75%) and 33.5 inches long (90%).  You have followed almost the same growth curve for your first 18 months. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are still in size 4 diaper, you have been wearing them forever.  Maybe need to go up to 5s soon.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are in 24 month and some 2T clothes&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Size 5 shoe, barely, and the 6s are still a hair big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3426.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past month you have learned so  much.  You can now say most animals and the sound they make when you see their picture.   Like Cow and I say, what does a cow say? MOOOO.  You get the idea.  You do cow, dog, cat, horse, sheep, duck, chicken, pig....pretty much all the farm animals. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are starting to say more 2 word phrases, I want, More Milk, Thank You, Seed Tick(yes, you say Seed Tick).....things like that. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; You still love animals as long as they are not big animals.  You are still not a fan of horses. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have decided you like to dance again, you dance to The Fresh Beat Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3427.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love books, love to "read"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love balls&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love riding around on the 4wheeler&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love love love your daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3428.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You call your Grandpa, papa and he just lights up. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are saying your name all the time.  Every picture you see around the house of you, you say ParPer.  So we didn't name you the easiest name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3429.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have your top 4 teeth, bottom 4 teeth and you are getting your first molar's on all 4 spots but no eye teeth&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You giggle non stop&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At bed time you start saying Night Night when you are ready for bed&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You still go to bed a 8pm, sleep until 7:30am.  Not much later anymore but I can handle 11 1/2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3430.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every day is more amazing than the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/17/3431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/17/s_3431.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are your daddy and I's whole world and we love you with everything we have.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1 1/2 years, Harper Lynn!&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/6324928702724007594-7960435304697590183?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7960435304697590183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/18-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7960435304697590183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7960435304697590183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/18-months.html' title='18 months!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5359735995012123292</id><published>2011-10-10T08:55:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:07:17.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a weekend! Friday I worked 1/2 a day.  Our neighbors, Terra and Erik, were having a big bonfire so we went over there Friday night.  It was alot of fun and Harper had her first smore.  She was a fan! I love smores too! It was alot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my mom, sister and I went to the Fall Festival.  Another funnel cake, SCORE! Harper still wanted nothing to do with the pony rides.  Lots of cute arts and crafts. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Home for a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/10/1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/10/s_1969.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Game time! Dress was made by a friend of mine, her business is called Haute Threads.  She is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/10/1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/10/s_1970.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fail!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At the fall festival Harper got her face painted.  She was perfectly still for it and new something neat was going on, she loved it and wanted to keep looking in the woman's mirror, we got in the car and she started wiping at it and this was what ended up! Not good, not good at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/10/1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/10/s_1971.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday night was Angela's birthday.  This same crew has not  went out in forever! Between babies, pregnancy, busy lives, its been way to long.  We had a blast.  We went and ate at Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/10/1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/10/s_1972.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="210" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then to haunted houses.  We all laughed more than we probably had in forever.  My stomach was sore the next day for laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/10/1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/10/s_1973.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't help but love a clown prisoner, right!?!?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was the latest we have stayed out since before I got pregnant, we got home at 2am!  It took 3 naps for me to recover yesterday.  Thankfully, Harper loves to nap so it worked out!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Shawn's birthday.  He works so we won't be doing much, we celebrated for him Saturday night and he is driving his birthday present.  Now if he could kill a big buck this week it would be perfect!&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/6324928702724007594-5359735995012123292?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5359735995012123292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5359735995012123292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5359735995012123292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4705500424087779191</id><published>2011-10-06T11:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:20:16.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad to Better</title><content type='html'>No, pics! Another no pics, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a horrible, dreadful, never going to end day.  It would be too long to type, break privilege and a whole bunch of other things but it was just bad.  Being an attorney was no bueno yesterday.  I'll just say that a client that I thought would be walking free yesterday will be headed South for a stay at a nice government facility for awhile.   It was the most exhausted mentally and emotionally I have felt in as long as I could remember.  My head still hurts from it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, all I want to do is get my hands on my little girl, who had been with my parents all day.  With my parents = no naps all day.  They NEVER make her nap, I honestly don't even know how they manage to keep her up, with me she will fall asleep standing up if I try to keep her up, but they manage, and manage very well at it.  I even said, please make her nap, so she napped in the car for a disputed amount of time, my mom claims 10 minutes, my dad said it was 5 minutes.  By the time I got her she was a hot mess, barely could keep her eyes open.  I got her home and of course she fell asleep on the way home, I put her in bed and let her sleep for 30 minutes, by this time its 5:30pm and I am thinking if I let her sleep any longer she won't sleep tonight so I made the decision(which clearly ended up being the wrong decision) to wake her up.  I could barely even get her coherent.  She was so exhausted.  So from 5:30-8pm she was honestly in the worst mood she has ever been in, nothing even ever close.  She just cried and cried and screamed and whined, it was so sad.  The only thing that made her happy was to trek to the neighbors to play with their little girl for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope ya get the point, it was a cruddy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been much better, I got to go see my favorite baby doctor's with my favorite soon to be momma carrying twinkies in her belly, Casey.  She is 13 weeks and her husband couldn't go so I went and got to see the little babies.  They were precious and moving all around the screen.  I am pretty sure one is a girl and one is a boy.  I can just tell! ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be leaving in a second and spend a few hours with Harper, then hunt for a bit.  I haven't went yet and that sounds like a good plan to continue to wash the ick of yesterday off me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4705500424087779191?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4705500424087779191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-to-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4705500424087779191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4705500424087779191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/bad-to-better.html' title='Bad to Better'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6459938958575828171</id><published>2011-10-04T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:18:52.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/04/3769.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/04/s_3769.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that well-behaved women rarely make history, I'm pretty sure I'm raising one for the record books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 25 lbs of pure trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6459938958575828171?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6459938958575828171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6459938958575828171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6459938958575828171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8071350576619721810</id><published>2011-10-03T07:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:54:45.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October you are loved!</title><content type='html'>October, oh how I have missed you.  The weather, the pumpkins, the scarves, deer hunting, the boots, the everything.  I just love you to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a note so lovely note - I spend 1/2 my day telling people to quit worrying about what has not happened yet and I have found myself doing that the past week or so.  I love love love fall, I love the crisp cool mornings, by 10am the weather is perfect and stays beautiful all day.  October is probably my favorite month.  But this weird dread has set in with me, I know what comes after fall.  Its cold and sickness and I hate it.  Dread is the only way I can describe it but I have been getting really upset about winter coming.  It just makes me want to cry! How to I explain to my 18 month old we can't spend all the time outside.  She will just stare out the window and cry.  Then comes the dreaded sickness.  Somehow we have managed to go 18 months with very very little sickness.  I think we have been to the doctor 3 times for sickness.  She has had 2 ear infections and the croup.  That is all I can remember.  She has had runny noses and days that I knew she didn't feel perfect, but rarely bad.  I am sure some of that had to do with breastfeeding, some with only being around 5-7 kids with an at home daycare and the other part to lots of praying and luck.   Now, most of those factors have changed, no breastfeeding, at a big daycare, more mobile so she touches everything, hands always in her mouth.  I have convinced myself she is going to be sick all the time.  All these new germs, I am just waiting for it to bounce any day.  How silly is that? I know its good to be prepared but I think I am going a little over bored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it all boils down too, is this is my favorite month, but I am spending it dreading cold and sick! I am not really spending it dreading it, but I have been thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper has her 18 month appointment in a couple of weeks and she will be getting the flu shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so if you read my blog regularly you will remember post on a very close friend, Casey and her struggle to get pregnant.  Years of trying, IUIs, clomid, and IVF.  As you may have noticed, I have left you hanging with IVF for months and that may have clued some of y'all in to, she is PREGNANT! and the 2nd best news, with TWINS! She is out of the first trimester and has started telling people now.  The IVF went good, she felt great through it, they went in and got her eggs and got 8-9(I forget now) which is okay, but not great, but then only 2 fertilized properly.  That is not good at all! I was devastated for her.  So, every morning they would call her for 3 days to let her know how they were doing.  Each morning they were still doing good, I was certain she would only have 1 to transfer and nothing to freeze.  Day 3 gets here and they have done great.  They transfer them back to her.  My best friend, Laura was actually works with that doctor so she went to be with Casey and helped with the transfer an calm her down.  The transfer went great.  Casey took off all week and propped her feet up and relaxed.  Her beta test was  2 weeks away and she vowed not to test.  She had never seen a positive pregnancy test and was just going to wait for the blood test.  So, 2 weeks comes and she goes in for her blood test and its positive! 2 weeks later she is in for her ultrasound and its TWINS! She has gone in every week or so since then and both are doing great! I have never been so happy for someone.  I can't wait to meet them.  Her next appointment is in a few days and I am getting to go with her! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fast post, many grammatical mistakes but I am headed to ol' Calico County to eat lunch with some amigas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8071350576619721810?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8071350576619721810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-you-are-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8071350576619721810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8071350576619721810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-you-are-loved.html' title='October you are loved!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-9098054207209362742</id><published>2011-10-01T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T14:17:12.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers and surprises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/01/3385.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/01/s_3385.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper was all ready to beat the aggie's today! Which we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 showers today - 1 in Northwest Arkansas. It's bikes, blues and BBQ - bleck - I had to drive thru it to get the petit fours. Then to get chicken mini's then to the brunch shower for Wendy. I'll post pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at halftime I drove back and watched the second 1/2 of the game which was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on to shower número 2, my friend Terra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten lots of yummy things today!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/01/3386.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/01/s_3386.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I surprised Shawn with a new truck yesterday! It's not new, just newer than his. It was too good of a deal not to pass up! He was so shocked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/01/3387.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/01/s_3387.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are needing to sell his old truck! Any takers?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-9098054207209362742?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9098054207209362742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/showers-and-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/9098054207209362742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/9098054207209362742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/showers-and-surprises.html' title='Showers and surprises!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8416465474789493</id><published>2011-09-25T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:38:11.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairs and Potties</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/25/4645.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/25/s_4645.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big fair came to town! We first went and looked at the animals and did ol' Mcdonald's farm. Some of my earliest memories are going to watch the baby chicks ride the Farris wheel and the pigs slide down the slide. It use to be in this old barn but they've torn that down but it's still neat.  The big animals are still scary to her. Ducks and chickens are good.  She likes to look at the big animals she just doesn't want to get to close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/25/4646.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/25/s_4646.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to eat, we had gyros and corn dogs with fresh squeezed lemonade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/25/4647.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/25/s_4647.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the rides, aunt Lu Lu and I road the zipper and the sea dragon. Those have always been our favorite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/25/4648.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/25/s_4648.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised that there were quite a few rides Harper could ride. I think she road 4 and a few more than once. With an adult, of course. She loved it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/25/4650.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/25/s_4650.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the jumparound. Lots of germs everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for desert next - funnel cakes, chocolate bananas, and strawberry lemonade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 3 hours later, we weren't spent! But a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the early service today and there was a guest speaker who was amazing. He went over lots of questions that everyone has about  things like the flood, the parting of the red sea, Moses and the burning bush and how cynics say those things happened without God and how they really occurred. It was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor daddy had to work :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good friends, Lance and Sara, came over tonight and brought Harper a gift from a trip they just took. I'll post pics of that later so I won't tell y'all what it is yet. I'll have to go steal pics from Sara that she took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not least, over the past 2 weeks H has been telling me she wants to sit on the potty, once she's on there nothing happens. She just yells pee pee over and over. Also, after she pees or poos in her diaper she tells me. Okay, back to today, she gets out of the bath and tells me she has to pee pee so I sit her on the toilet and what does she do?!?!?! She pee pees in the toilet!!! I was shocked. As soon as she does it she starts cheering pee pee. We were at my parents and my mom was with us so we cheer too and she got sooooo excited. I'm sure this won't happen again for months but I was proud. I am not going to even think about starting potty training or anything. I don't mind changing diapers and it makes her still seem like a baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's our day. Very busy week, pictures, hunting season, and whatever else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8416465474789493?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8416465474789493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/fairs-and-potties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8416465474789493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8416465474789493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/fairs-and-potties.html' title='Fairs and Potties'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8406813695353064694</id><published>2011-09-24T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:19:35.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/24/4194.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/24/s_4194.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us Southern gals like to get all dolled up for our Razorback games b/c when the team doesn't look good, we still do. Today is a great example! We still love our piggies though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8406813695353064694?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8406813695353064694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/piggies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8406813695353064694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8406813695353064694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/piggies.html' title='Piggies'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2738978166523629284</id><published>2011-09-19T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:03:39.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of milk!</title><content type='html'>I am down to 1 bag of breastmilk and I can't make myself use it! Is that super strange? Seems it to me. We pretty much ran out a month ago, so we made it 16 months with our stash and I've been gathering up milk from everyones refrigerators and using it sporadically since we ran out a month or so ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to last night, we realized we were out of milk and Shawn just said he'd go get some early tomorrow morning and I wanted to say well I've got one bag hiding behind the frozen  mahi mahi and the waffles but I couldn't make myself. It's sort of reassuring that it's still back there, makes her still a baby, I guess that's my rational.  That's my confession. Okay, i have one hiding at my parents.  Okay I think thats it. Well, don't I feel better! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2738978166523629284?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2738978166523629284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-milk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2738978166523629284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2738978166523629284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-milk.html' title='Out of milk!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2145306337173990164</id><published>2011-09-17T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:14:03.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>County fair time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/4420.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_4420.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a super busy but a super fun day filled with 2 sweet boys birthday parties. I'll post about that later, when I am not on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll cover our trip to the county fair. This first picture Harper was in the process of losing a finger. You can see the rooster in the attack mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/4421.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_4421.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chens are her favorites right now. She's a little scared of everything rise right now. I guess there a little too big couple with the horse incident a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/4423.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_4423.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was studying them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/4424.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_4424.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my daughter ate a deep fried snickers, got a problem with that?!?! Well, we split it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/4425.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_4425.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a huge fan. Tomorrow is church and another sweet lil boy's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2145306337173990164?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2145306337173990164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/county-fair-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2145306337173990164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2145306337173990164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/county-fair-time.html' title='County fair time!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6677711745802887381</id><published>2011-09-15T17:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:37:02.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/15/3881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/15/s_3881.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been a very sad, eventful week.  I should and may do a whole post dedicated to that, but for now, I want happy, I want Harper.  She is pure happy, so its time to do a Month of Love post.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Harper, you are 17 months old.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are 25 lbs and 33 inches tall&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much all your 18 months clothes are too tight, 24 months fits good and 2T fits but most is a hair big but in a few months it will fit perfect&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are wearing a size 5 shoe, you are still is size 4 diaper but probably should get size5 in a month or two&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is growing, you wear a little rubber band in your hair everyday to keep your bangs out of your eyes.  You, for the most part, have quit pulling bows out of your hair.  I don't put the big bows on you as much, I like the smaller or medium bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/15/3882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/15/s_3882.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You talk and talk and talk.  You are saying a lot of 2 syllable words and putting things together, like bye bye momma, tractor, love you, etc.  Every time you see deer, you scream DEEEER!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When any one walks away or cars drive by you immediately say bye-bye and when someone walks up you say, Hi.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love attention.  You want everyone to be watching you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been a summer of no sickness and I am dreading the cold weather b/c I know that is not going to be the case, I pray you don't get sick too much.  You have rarely been sick in your life but since you are at a daycare with more kids, I am worried that will change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/15/3883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/15/s_3883.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating, well, you like it, but its complicated.  Breakfast is a real winner, you eat like a champ, snacks are great, lunch is okay, dinner is not usually good and then you like to snack until bedtime.  Once again, you eat good if whatever it is, is covered in cheese.  You love fruit though.  Veggies, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You scream for food, eat, snack, milk, water, drink, more, and the list goes on when its dealing with food.  For breakfast, you can eat 3 pancakes.  Its definitely your favorite meal.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love milk and water.  We don't drink a lot of juices  but when you do have it you seem like you like it but don't love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/15/3885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/15/s_3885.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You still go to bed at 8, wake up around 730am.  Weekends its a little later&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You still love outside and animals.  You throw tantrums to get outside&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love to give kisses and we don't even have to ask for them anymore, you will just give them out.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just over the past month you have decided that you like cartoons, this really helps me in the mornings while I get ready, Nick Jr. is your favorite - your favorite shows are - The Fresh Beat Band, Dora, and anything with singing . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/15/3886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/15/s_3886.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are still a happy, funny girl.  However, you are very particular when you don't get your way and we hear about it.  Daddy says we are going to start working on that. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have your 4 front top teeth and your top eye teeth are going to be coming through any day.  You have 3 teeth on the bottom with the right bottom fixing to poke through.  It makes your nose run really bad.  I always know when you are fixing to get a tooth b/c your nose goes crazy and then a tooth comes a few days later&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This has been the happiest 17 months of our lives and we are enjoying you so much.  We love you, Harper Lynn.&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/6324928702724007594-6677711745802887381?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6677711745802887381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/17-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6677711745802887381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6677711745802887381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/17-months.html' title='17 Months...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8610322295573985713</id><published>2011-09-12T11:29:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:58:13.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Avery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my nephew's 2nd birthday! I am telling you time just flies.  I remember the day like it was yesterday, I honestly remember it better than Harper's birth.  I get a text from my brother at like 2am that says, Stephanie's water broke.  I didn't sleep a wink the rest of the night! We tried to wait around a little bit so we didn't show up at 6am in the morning at the hospital, the rest of the day went pretty slow, I went and caught a movie, and then around 7pm that night Avery Noah Roberts was born.  He has been such a joy to our family and I think he is just wonderful! I know Harper loves him so much too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/12/2590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/12/s_2590.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days are harder than others being away from Harper Lynn.  I think today is hard because I have spent so much time with her the past few weeks that it makes me miss her more.  I was off last Friday, Monday, this Friday, all weekend and then today, Harper-less. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will quit whining. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took Harper to the Alma Football game on Friday night.  She loved it and cheered with the fans.  We had thrown around going to Dierks Bentley but when it came down to it, we both were like lets not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/12/2591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/12/s_2591.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how long her hair is getting!  I love it, its so soft and lays so pretty and its just the prettiest shade of blonde.  Okay, okay, see I miss her, I will go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have 3 birthday parties - 2 - 1 year olds and 1 - 2 year old party! I think kids birthdays are the best!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my day I go.&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/6324928702724007594-8610322295573985713?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8610322295573985713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-avery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8610322295573985713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8610322295573985713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-avery.html' title='Happy Birthday, Avery!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6571885216766597505</id><published>2011-09-11T18:42:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:32:12.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Roll</title><content type='html'>The thought that always comes to mind, or the question that gets asked, where were you on that Tuesday morning?  I was 19, I was living with my parents.  I woke up to my dad calling, he said this is probably the last time you will talk to me for a while but turn on the tv, its terrorist.  Line went dead.  I got mom, turned on the tv and we saw that a plane had hit Tower 1.  We just sat there in shock and I remember listening to Matt Lauer.  They had live coverage of the Tower burning, a few minutes later, plane 2 hit.  Matt Lauer was speechless, I remember he said, are we live? I remember feeling so helpless.  My dad was an air traffic controller and he didn't get to come home until Wednesday night.  The tower was on lock down, no one could come, no one could leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think of Flight 93 when I think of 9/11.  Where was it headed for? They think the White House, but they aren't for sure.  I watched a special last night about 93, they were the only flight that knew what was coming.  Listening to the voicemails' they left love ones is chilling.  To me the most memorable is Todd Beemer talking to the operator, telling her to tell his wife and kids how much he loved them, the last words he spoke to her was that they were fixing to go storm the plane and he said, "Let's Roll".  I am sure they were so scared but they were going down fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what happened that day wasn't bad enough now the toxic fumes from ground zero are now killing the first responders.  So devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart still breaks for the family and friends who lost loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6571885216766597505?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6571885216766597505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/lets-roll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6571885216766597505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6571885216766597505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/lets-roll.html' title='Let&apos;s Roll'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-3081180099531842785</id><published>2011-09-10T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:01:37.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razorback style</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/10/4623.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/10/s_4623.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper wanted to show you some of her razorback style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/10/4624.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/10/s_4624.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has lots of razorback outfits. She's ready to go all season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun Saturday. We finished all food plots on the lease. Managed a 2 hour nap with h. Cooked a big dinner with a 2 tier cake (was going to be 3 but that didn't work out!), watched the razorbacks win and will probably be hitting the hay pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are even planning on trying out shawn's dad's church tomorrow. We have been telling them for months we would try and I think we just may tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-3081180099531842785?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3081180099531842785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/razorback-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3081180099531842785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3081180099531842785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/razorback-style.html' title='Razorback style'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8298584927898418760</id><published>2011-09-10T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T05:43:43.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I...</title><content type='html'>How did I forget to mention that zulily had Matilda Jane and I was able to get a few cute things at 1/2 price! Score!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8298584927898418760?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8298584927898418760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-did-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8298584927898418760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8298584927898418760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-did-i.html' title='How did I...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7093548487898791657</id><published>2011-09-09T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:58:36.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Me Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/09/3173.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/09/s_3173.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off like I had planned. Shawn had to plant food plots today. Now we pray for rain. Harper and I ran lots of errands. First, we went to see her grammy at the bank. She had to make a piggy bank deposit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/09/3174.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/09/s_3174.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the mall. That was tough! Then came home for a 2 hour nap! Even I slept. Now to the high school football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has had a great Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7093548487898791657?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7093548487898791657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/mommy-and-me-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7093548487898791657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7093548487898791657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/mommy-and-me-day.html' title='Mommy and Me Day'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8980207782918029354</id><published>2011-09-08T11:31:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:54:43.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Friday, right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ly09tMQM9NI/Tmka1p54X7I/AAAAAAAAHpI/l47UM3AhXGQ/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ly09tMQM9NI/Tmka1p54X7I/AAAAAAAAHpI/l47UM3AhXGQ/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650076716597010354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just decided that today will be my Friday.  I had Court scheduled for tomorrow that has gotten worked out and I think that is how it will be.  This girl is done for the week.  There is CLE(Continuing Legal Education) in Fayetteville I really need to go to tomorrow but not sure if I will.  I would rather just spend the day with my little fam but I really need to go!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so in need of a vacation.  I know everyone probably needs one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFpcWZ6QAkM/TmkatCEeuFI/AAAAAAAAHpA/s2nWKY1AxHE/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFpcWZ6QAkM/TmkatCEeuFI/AAAAAAAAHpA/s2nWKY1AxHE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650076568465094738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Growing Kids Sale - this huge consignment sale.  I had Court at 9am, rushed through it so I could go stand in line with all the other crazies.  In the spring I find so much cute stuff, I have never had much luck in the fall session.  I don't get much everyday clothes there, like play clothes, I just mainly look for specialty things, like fancy dresses, etc.  I didn't get as much as I usually do but I did find a few really cute dresses, 2-3 for Christmas, a few smocked dresses, Halloween outfit, a Matilda Jane dress(I bought 3 last week so I think she is set on MJ things for awhile), some white cowgirl boots, and a few other various things.  I didn't stay too long.  I didn't really need to look at toys, bows, hats, books so after the clothes I was good to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJlgzhh_Q88/Tmkak99uEhI/AAAAAAAAHo4/VMBv4by_IM8/s1600/IMG_1258.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/-zJlgzhh_Q88/Tmkak99uEhI/AAAAAAAAHo4/VMBv4by_IM8/s400/IMG_1258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650076429924045330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work I went and somehow some wires got crossed and a new consult had been waiting hear for an hour for me, that made me feel pretty horrible, then went to lunch with another attorney in the office, then back to Court, now I am back on hold with an insurance company.  Figured I might as well make good on my time on hold and type a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVuOJaptm6o/TmkZbkHU1-I/AAAAAAAAHow/j-QjscjC-Rw/s1600/IMG_1243.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/-MVuOJaptm6o/TmkZbkHU1-I/AAAAAAAAHow/j-QjscjC-Rw/s400/IMG_1243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650075168854562786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going out to dinner with some friends to dinner and listen to the guy from Ricochet and older country band play.  He is so good and I love to hear him sing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NO2VmSA5Dw/TmkZQJsoTEI/AAAAAAAAHoo/9jn6idRJ7zc/s1600/IMG_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NO2VmSA5Dw/TmkZQJsoTEI/AAAAAAAAHoo/9jn6idRJ7zc/s400/IMG_1233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650074972784708674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some more of the pictures of Harper from a couple months back.  We are getting family pictures made by the same lady at the end of the month.  I have had this idea in my head for so long and I am so excited to it! I hope they turn out like the vision in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OuHrsVZXj_U/TmkY6t2tG4I/AAAAAAAAHog/5Wyn2OtrvXc/s1600/IMG_1229.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/-OuHrsVZXj_U/TmkY6t2tG4I/AAAAAAAAHog/5Wyn2OtrvXc/s400/IMG_1229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650074604533521282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPKzkPPwwbE/TmkYytV0ZdI/AAAAAAAAHoY/bEzHkq5pDCE/s1600/IMG_1226.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/-WPKzkPPwwbE/TmkYytV0ZdI/AAAAAAAAHoY/bEzHkq5pDCE/s400/IMG_1226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650074466956633554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP-ckchW050/TmkYn5g_EjI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/MUp13JasgYE/s1600/IMG_1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP-ckchW050/TmkYn5g_EjI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/MUp13JasgYE/s400/IMG_1205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650074281246134834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1Y1BTi5Je8/TmkYHeqpLAI/AAAAAAAAHoI/XsuR0xRM8uQ/s1600/IMG_1179.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/-B1Y1BTi5Je8/TmkYHeqpLAI/AAAAAAAAHoI/XsuR0xRM8uQ/s400/IMG_1179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650073724283071490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8980207782918029354?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8980207782918029354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-is-friday-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8980207782918029354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8980207782918029354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-is-friday-right.html' title='Today is Friday, right.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ly09tMQM9NI/Tmka1p54X7I/AAAAAAAAHpI/l47UM3AhXGQ/s72-c/Untitled-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2533650002384899414</id><published>2011-09-07T17:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:26:19.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back track....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/07/3983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/07/s_3983.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am attempting to do the labor day weekend in reverse order just for sheer joy, aka lazyness, I guess&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, since we covered Monday, lets go to Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 8am, peak my eyes open a little bit and can tell the sun is brighter than when I normally get up, Harper usually gets up at 730am and I can usually scam another 30 minutes of sleep out of her if I get her fast and go cuddle in bed with her, so, anyways, after I notice its 8am, I look at the baby monitor and she is still conked out, I go back to sleep, I wake back up and think to myself, man, it feels really late now, look at my clock and its 9am, still no Harper.  I look at the baby monitor, she appears to be resting nicely.  I decide this is too weird and go to check on her, she is just sawing logs.  So, I go lay back down and turn on the tv, I text Shawn and tel him its 9am and Harper hasn't budged from bed.  I watch a 30 minute show, 930am, still sleeping, go check on her again, still fine, go watch another show, FINALLY at 10am the little girl wakes up.  Almost 14 hours of sleep! I have no clue what that was about but the next morning she was back up at 730am.  Who knows, but I enjoyed it while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By this time it was too late for church&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My mom had invited some relatives over so we went to my parents for hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After that, as you can see by the picture, Harper and I went swimming at my best friend, Laura's mom's house.  They built a pool a few weeks ago and we went and tried it out! When I ever figure out where we are staying forever we will have a pool.  I would be in it every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/07/3986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/07/s_3986.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sweet little girl(not Laura, she is not sweet:)) loves to swim still, she kicks her legs like she knows what she is doing.  Next summer she will be getting some swimming lessons.  With a big pond, small pond, creek and whatever else around our property she is going to know how to swim and know how to swim good&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there pretty much all afternoon, had lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We got home around 5pm and Harper hadn't taken a nap all day and she feel asleep on the way home so I let her sleep for an hour, woke her up around 6, we went and did our nightly chores of feeding, watering, etc.  It felt great outside, it was literally the perfect temp all day. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the present, well sort of present, yesterday I was in Ozark all day for Court and today I had to head to Paris, about an hour away.  I left in plenty of time b/c I like to get to Court early on bigger contested matters to get my notes together, etc. so I was driving on the road between Ozark and Paris and this truck that is driving the other direction in the opposite lane just runs right off the road, going very fast, hits a tree, then hits this huge 4/5 foot tall culvert type thing, I pull in to a driveway that is right there, the only one for a long way and fly across the road, I have my cell in my hand, I don't remember if I already had it or I grabbed it, I am dialing 911 and I honestly don't know what I am fixing to see, the truck is in the ditch/ravine and about the time I finally get down to truck, while talking to 911, getting my suit dirty, the door to the truck opens, another guy comes out of nowhere to help, I guess he was behind me and I give him the phone to have him tell 911 where to go, I get to the guy and its a young kid early 20s and he's badly shook up, his truck(which I later find out he just bought this week) was totaled, but he was okay, he was hurt enough to need an ambulance but he was going to be okay, he said he just fell asleep and didn't wake up until he hit the tree.  I am fixing to leave and the guy who helped said, you know you are lucky, he could have easily just came right across the center line and would have hit you instead of going in the ditch the other direction.  I thought about it for a second and thought that is so true.  So scary! As I get back on the road, I was still shaken and I had remembered that about 10 miles before this happened I was getting so frustrated that nothing good had been on the radio my whole drive and the CD in my CD player has been a HUGE disappointment(Luke Bryan's new CD, his worst one ever and he is my favorite) So I just shut the radio off out of frustration after a few seconds in silence I am bored and I start to pray(I use to spend alot of time praying in the car but have really gotten out of this habit) I don't pray about not getting in an accident or anything, but I just pray, I prayed about the usual stuff I pray for, but when I was driving off it really made me think, maybe my prayer helped saved that guy's life, maybe that prayer kept him from coming in my lane and saving my life, I don't know, but I have decided I need to turn my radio off more often and pray and don't just do it when nothing good is on the radio.&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/6324928702724007594-2533650002384899414?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2533650002384899414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2533650002384899414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2533650002384899414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-track.html' title='Back track....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4179289684441508086</id><published>2011-09-06T10:50:00.025-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:22:50.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1cAkYIzzJQ/TmZteIrxFAI/AAAAAAAAHn8/VC824Vca5Go/s1600/labor23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1cAkYIzzJQ/TmZteIrxFAI/AAAAAAAAHn8/VC824Vca5Go/s400/labor23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649323147077424130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun weekend.  How great would it be if everyone weekend was 3 days long and had beautiful weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoMeQO1XaRg/TmZtaVvnPhI/AAAAAAAAHn0/iD8I5AATNrc/s1600/labor22.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/-FoMeQO1XaRg/TmZtaVvnPhI/AAAAAAAAHn0/iD8I5AATNrc/s400/labor22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649323081863740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two kiddos were loving them some cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yNyBGhZoKWE/TmZtWfCFc_I/AAAAAAAAHns/nZMPEEqAonw/s1600/labor21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yNyBGhZoKWE/TmZtWfCFc_I/AAAAAAAAHns/nZMPEEqAonw/s400/labor21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649323015637660658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it gets any sweeter than those 2! And yes, my child is always, just in a diaper, got a problem with that! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWAqmWZwdjU/TmZtS33rM_I/AAAAAAAAHnk/By8B4MNzwVY/s1600/labor20.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/-FWAqmWZwdjU/TmZtS33rM_I/AAAAAAAAHnk/By8B4MNzwVY/s400/labor20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322953585406962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode 4 wheelers around&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ate a great lunch of BBQ and all the fixings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsWUHG4xWec/TmZtPHU8R8I/AAAAAAAAHnc/kYNVCyOqsbM/s1600/labor19.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/-WsWUHG4xWec/TmZtPHU8R8I/AAAAAAAAHnc/kYNVCyOqsbM/s400/labor19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322889015216066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7gG9pfeuZo/TmZtJbl7O_I/AAAAAAAAHnU/Rnm7dJOkuM0/s1600/labor18.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/-l7gG9pfeuZo/TmZtJbl7O_I/AAAAAAAAHnU/Rnm7dJOkuM0/s400/labor18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322791375944690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Gq9Gk7pS34/TmZtCFPPbWI/AAAAAAAAHnM/uYPtdHHwyF8/s1600/labor17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Gq9Gk7pS34/TmZtCFPPbWI/AAAAAAAAHnM/uYPtdHHwyF8/s400/labor17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322665116134754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy with her grands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGKdiqgKDUQ/TmZs-qw3pTI/AAAAAAAAHnE/X6d08Ws-Bjo/s1600/labor17.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/-FGKdiqgKDUQ/TmZs-qw3pTI/AAAAAAAAHnE/X6d08Ws-Bjo/s400/labor17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322606469817650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfHYmPw8DTQ/TmZs6hcFqxI/AAAAAAAAHm8/lC1dfIEgQNQ/s1600/labor16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfHYmPw8DTQ/TmZs6hcFqxI/AAAAAAAAHm8/lC1dfIEgQNQ/s400/labor16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322535247260434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing on the bank of the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmrnx5aRDlE/TmZs10r-CzI/AAAAAAAAHm0/JMx2TALBUHo/s1600/labor15.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/-Lmrnx5aRDlE/TmZs10r-CzI/AAAAAAAAHm0/JMx2TALBUHo/s400/labor15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322454514797362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching some fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFRbOIoxg5g/TmZsw10k4bI/AAAAAAAAHms/_DYK4UcLc4A/s1600/labor14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFRbOIoxg5g/TmZsw10k4bI/AAAAAAAAHms/_DYK4UcLc4A/s400/labor14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322368919986610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer Harper has loved fish, but she does not love them anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnaKd5cMJJI/TmZsqwtVdXI/AAAAAAAAHmk/GAGB1jE0psY/s1600/labor13.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/-WnaKd5cMJJI/TmZsqwtVdXI/AAAAAAAAHmk/GAGB1jE0psY/s400/labor13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322264468223346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very good at catching them though.  Its so cute to see her and Avery cast and reel in, they really get the concept.  They may just be professional fisherboys/girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6H2PhQwPbQ/TmZsk17ecQI/AAAAAAAAHmc/EBuBeeb88pU/s1600/labor12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6H2PhQwPbQ/TmZsk17ecQI/AAAAAAAAHmc/EBuBeeb88pU/s400/labor12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322162790494466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the dock relaxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-miVa7FBbn4g/TmZsgsG-y7I/AAAAAAAAHmU/_zkHOEjI_b4/s1600/labor11.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/-miVa7FBbn4g/TmZsgsG-y7I/AAAAAAAAHmU/_zkHOEjI_b4/s400/labor11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322091434920882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the ducks do there thing.  I got Harper a few new Matilda Jane dresses and this is one of them.  Its so sweet and soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IEMXTtKUcos/TmZsdN1gIZI/AAAAAAAAHmM/yIWAlEq38_8/s1600/labor10.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/-IEMXTtKUcos/TmZsdN1gIZI/AAAAAAAAHmM/yIWAlEq38_8/s400/labor10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649322031768936850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big brother being big silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3TBnUl_D_M/TmZsYVXQ3ZI/AAAAAAAAHmE/h8SAxlDTrM4/s1600/labor9.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/-W3TBnUl_D_M/TmZsYVXQ3ZI/AAAAAAAAHmE/h8SAxlDTrM4/s400/labor9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321947890245010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery and Harper had the same feelings on fish! Not so sure about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pI6S1yid1M/TmZsR1HV0eI/AAAAAAAAHl8/hx_nR1w_jW8/s1600/labor8.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/-4pI6S1yid1M/TmZsR1HV0eI/AAAAAAAAHl8/hx_nR1w_jW8/s400/labor8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321836154311138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE8Hr0ID1EQ/TmZsNQ2CynI/AAAAAAAAHl0/RPgWW7NMTao/s1600/labor7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE8Hr0ID1EQ/TmZsNQ2CynI/AAAAAAAAHl0/RPgWW7NMTao/s400/labor7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321757698607730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FK2hvwl3eYI/TmZsHfV_RgI/AAAAAAAAHls/lstsxB2Ddy8/s1600/labor6.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/-FK2hvwl3eYI/TmZsHfV_RgI/AAAAAAAAHls/lstsxB2Ddy8/s400/labor6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321658511476226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just the sweetest picture of dad and son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQOA_ZmS78s/TmZsCjySj7I/AAAAAAAAHlk/g-TKCENZhDg/s1600/labor5.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/-DQOA_ZmS78s/TmZsCjySj7I/AAAAAAAAHlk/g-TKCENZhDg/s400/labor5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321573804576690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaBQFGyiRXA/TmZr_ND9QeI/AAAAAAAAHlc/vSb-P4Y2iCA/s1600/labor.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/-AaBQFGyiRXA/TmZr_ND9QeI/AAAAAAAAHlc/vSb-P4Y2iCA/s400/labor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321516165054946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiHrYXWqFUc/TmZrv6zhyMI/AAAAAAAAHlU/iLl4s8X7dKc/s1600/labor3.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/-NiHrYXWqFUc/TmZrv6zhyMI/AAAAAAAAHlU/iLl4s8X7dKc/s400/labor3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321253566269634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Harper isn't scared about too many things, she may not like certain things but its not from fear, but the poor girl is petrified of horses.  Like they make her physically shake in fear.  We can't even get her close.  Hopefully we can get her un-afraid so she can go riding with her momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4VEwpLEPs/TmZrsDh5CnI/AAAAAAAAHlM/pY5Zy7CUxX0/s1600/labor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp4VEwpLEPs/TmZrsDh5CnI/AAAAAAAAHlM/pY5Zy7CUxX0/s400/labor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321187188738674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery can do without them too but its not anything like H's phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZoHGo-ukOA/TmZroDb98bI/AAAAAAAAHlE/izfzPUDTYxY/s1600/labor4.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/-QZoHGo-ukOA/TmZroDb98bI/AAAAAAAAHlE/izfzPUDTYxY/s400/labor4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649321118444417458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day and we had such a good time.  I will try to recap the other days later.&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/6324928702724007594-4179289684441508086?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4179289684441508086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4179289684441508086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4179289684441508086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-love.html' title='Labor Day Love.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1cAkYIzzJQ/TmZteIrxFAI/AAAAAAAAHn8/VC824Vca5Go/s72-c/labor23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-766231630240957689</id><published>2011-09-01T18:26:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:08:38.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooo Pig Sooooie</title><content type='html'>Another picture-less post.  I stayed up last night working on a case that I had this morning, a 1/2 day custody case that had been going on for 2 years.  I had worked my tail off on this case, subpoenaed 1/2 the town, had 30 exhibits to introduce and I get to Court and the other attorney, a good friend of mine, says I've looked over all this stuff, we're going to lose so we'll just settle, she can have custody.  I was like, no, we want a fight! ha! I can't explain that feeling, but I guess it would be like an athlete getting ready for the big game and they are fixing to run on the field and the other team forfeits, you are happy for the W, but still amp'd up to play.  I guess that sounds silly now that I see it in print, but its the truth.  I felt like I needed to jail at someone to get all my energy out! lol Quick hearing at 9am, few quick consults, then my long weekend starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to last night, after that I couldn't sleep so I watched the repeat of the new episode of Ghost Hunters.  I have not watched that in a long time.  I use to love it, but it started getting pretty redundant.   I love ghost, not even sure if I believe in them, but I like that they make me feel scared or what have you, heck, when I heard our property has a cemetary on it I was like, I am sold! Okay, back to Ghost Hunters, Shawn had went to Walmart, he makes those late night walmart runs, he likes to be there when no one is there, so its just me and Ghost Hunters and I got scared! I am not a jumpy girl but I was hearing stuff and pretty sure there were a few ghost in the house! okay, not really, but it was scary.  Okay, that was my random story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my afternoon freed up, Shawn and I got to go look at some land with our realtor.  I had been dying to go all week, I had waited patiently for Shawn to get off.  The pictures of this place looked amazing, 180 acres, 2 cabins, creek, views of Lake Fort Smith, borders national forest, everything we want.  Welp, as our land hunt has gone we get out there and its nothing like that, I mean, I guess it was somewhat, just don't what we wanted.  The property was split by a road, very steep in most areas, the part that borders the national forest is weird, the access to the Lake was iffy at best, and the cabin smelled funny.  I wanted to cry! Pieces of land that big don't come on the market very much and I was so excited, I didn't even want to mention it on here b/c everything I've mentioned on here gets jinxed, guess its not on here, its just everything.  Maybe one day.  We are going to keep looking and if something is meant to be, it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fam could not be more excited about the Razorbacks season opener.  This is our 2nd straight year to not get season tickets and I think it still seems weird to us.  We may take Harper up to a game but I am not going to miss all those Saturdays with Harper to go watch the games we can watch on tv.  Its on pay per view and we are just going to watch it here with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold front is coming through Sunday too.  I don't know how I feel about this, I hope we have a really long, great fall with great weather.  I am not ready for cold, but I am ready for 80s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed this super fast so I am sure there are multiple grammatical issues! Part of my charm, or so says my paralegal who fixes them all and makes massive fun of me.  She said she is going to start a file of some of my grammatical oddities.   Pretty sure that word isn't even spelled correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-766231630240957689?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/766231630240957689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/woooo-pig-sooooie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/766231630240957689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/766231630240957689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/woooo-pig-sooooie.html' title='Woooo Pig Sooooie'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8162821618254589082</id><published>2011-08-30T06:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T06:54:47.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/30/1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/30/s_1219.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was another fun day.  Church was a great service.  Harper wore her new sailor outfit as you can see, we went to Taco Bell afterwards and somehow spent $13 for just the 2 of us?!?! Not sure how that happened? We ate, took a nap, got up went to a wedding shower at the Church.  There were a few older girls around 5 and they played with Harper most of the time.  It was so cute to see her thinking she was a  big girl. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to our house and Shawn got home shortly after that and we spent the rest of the evening playing outside.  It had cooled down and there was a nice breeze and we had a great time&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is the ticks and skeeters! They are out so bad after the recent rains.  I have found 4 ticks biting me! One in my belly button.  That was really lovely.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On a not so good note, lets address my problems with my little angel.  She won't eat unless its something with cheese or just a block of cheese, she throws everything off her high chair and won't even try it.  I don't know what to do.  I let her sit up there, she cries, I eventually get her down and she goes to the refrigerator or pantry and cries and yells for food.   I end up having to give her crackers, bananas, etc.  Sometimes I just break down and give the girl cheese.  UGH! She does love fruit.  She has weighed 24 lbs for 2-3 months but everyone says that is fairly normal to have their weight plateau for awhile.  She is so active.  She eats breakfast really good.  .&lt;br /&gt;On to Monday, I had a big trial, it was my biggest civil case ever and I got my biggest judgment in a case ever! and its on contingency.  Could you say happy girl! I had worked really hard on the case and am so glad it paid off. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Court or depositions everyday for over 2 weeks and I am not today, so I straggled in late, in jeans and am hoping to clear off some of this madness on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, things are going good, if I can get a handle on my cheese loving daughter&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/6324928702724007594-8162821618254589082?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8162821618254589082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/cheese-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8162821618254589082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8162821618254589082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/cheese-please.html' title='Cheese, please'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5619454952117843599</id><published>2011-08-27T18:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:13:53.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday in the life of Harper...</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day that as I sat out on the porch this morning, I thought fall is coming.  That is always bittersweet.  I love fall, but I hate winter and it seems like fall just flies by.  Fall does bring deer hunting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days I could replay over and over, excluding the lack of Shawn.  If we fit him in to this day, it would have been one of those perfect days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper and I got up this morning, we drank some milk and ate a banana out on the porch.  We sat there and watched some deer and listen to the ducks quacking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for a walk.  I, except when its been even miserable hot, take her for a walk every weekend morning.  Its our time to reflect.  Usually daddy is already out mowing since he gets up with the chickens and we go meet him somewhere on the property and see what he is up too.  Today we just walked.  Harper gets in her little car that I push.  That was her Christmas present from her Uncle Dave and Aunt Steph and we have put soooo many miles on that thing.  Since we have a 4 wheeler now, I am so tempted just to jump on that thing, but I rarely do unless its to feed the deer or go to the mailbox(a long way away).  Back to the walk, we took a way, go the dogs fed, the deer fed, the fish fed, the ducks fed, sat on the dock and talked about our day, thru rocks in the pond, played with the ducks.  You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came in for the real breakfast, pancakes.  Ate those all up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played around in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls and is going to be in Fort Smith around lunch time and wants us to meet her over there for lunch and shopping.  We get in the shower, go pick up my sister and meet my mother at El Chico's.  We love that place.  I know alot hate it, but we love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped a little bit, aka like 30 minutes, we are just not shoppers in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom took Harper and Lexie and I went to watch this new scary movie out, Don't be afraid of the dark, with Katie Holmes.  It wasn't bad at all, not the best one ever, but not bad.  Enjoyable.  Probably my 2nd movie in 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call mom when we get out and she is in downtown Van Buren with Harper and my dad at a children's boutique.  We meet them down there and of course by Harper a few goodies, eat ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decide to head home.  I lay down with Harper for a nap, at 5, I though I better wake her up, even though I was super cozy.  Get her a snack and then the whole family hits the road on our bikes.  We have rode our bikes every day this week and I already feel like I am in better shape.  There is a huge hill that you have to go up and its a killer.  I even can do it with Harper on the bike now, its really hard b/c you can't stand up with her seat on there but I have manage to do it.  Just call me super woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back home, eat a quick dinner, head back out, jump on the trampoline, hit golf balls in the yard, roll around in the grass(seed ticks! found 3 biting me already, EEK) realized that it was after 8, we gave Harper a bath in the sink, she was FILTHY and put her in some PJs and came back to our house, gave her a kiss and put her to bed.  She was already 1/2 asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my shower, I just finished Ghost of Girlfriend's Past and just sent a few work emails and now I am in bed fixing to watch some tv, then off to bed for Church in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is my boring recitation of our days events.  I write this blog as a journal to me and my family and I want to remember days like today.   I want Harper to be able to read it to see what was going on before she can remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just need daddy back.  He had a great day, said there are huge bucks were he is at and he sounds like a little kid on the phone when I talk to him.  I didn't really want him to go, but it sounds like they put up some really good stands and maybe the little trip will pay off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great day also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-5619454952117843599?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5619454952117843599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday-in-life-of-harper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5619454952117843599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5619454952117843599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday-in-life-of-harper.html' title='A Saturday in the life of Harper...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8974692982201790460</id><published>2011-08-26T19:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:15:25.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Might as well shop...</title><content type='html'>Harper's been asleep for a few hours, nothing was on tv, so I shop.  That is one thing I probably do 90% less now since I become a mom.  I guess I may not do it less, I just do it more efficiently, aka online.  I am not sure what the weekend holds, Shawn is gone.  My sister and I plan on going to a movie tomorrow afternoon, that new scary movie that is out? We love scary movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little girl is getting her 7th tooth! Its on the bottom left, she has had her bottom 2 teeth by themselves, I just figured that was all she was ever going to get.  She now has her 4 top teeth.  Her gap between her top teeth is so big you can stick a vw beetle up there.  Its pretty dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cute new word is Di......ter, aka diaper.  She started saying it about a week ago and now its all she says.  Its in the sweetest little voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of how sweet she is, she has learned a not so sweet trick.  Always before if she was in to something she was not suppose to be in, you just grabbed her by the hand and walked her away, no biggie.  Now she has decided to throw herself on the ground and go to dead weight when I do this.  This is no bueno.  I am not sure what to do, so I just keep on dragging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eating front, its just not going good.  She snacks and doesn't want big meals and every meal better consist of mac&amp;amp;cheese or something cheesy.  We are going to completely cut this out and start back over from scratch.  Pretty sure she went to bed hungry tonight.  She did not eat a bite of dinner and kept yelling CHEEEEEE, CHEEEEE, CHEEEEE.  I did not give in, she began her nightly ritual of throwing it all on the ground, I just got her out of her chair and put her food away.  She will learn, right? right?  She has weighed 24 lbs for like 2 months or so with no growth, but she is so active so I am not too worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still LOVING the new daycare.  Wow, I have so much regret for not moving her sooner.  We absolutely adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My allergies have been horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that is it for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8974692982201790460?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8974692982201790460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/might-as-well-shop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8974692982201790460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8974692982201790460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/might-as-well-shop.html' title='Might as well shop...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6592847173255559352</id><published>2011-08-25T18:48:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:18:39.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ and Playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe0za9ExQg8/TlcOpEw2bJI/AAAAAAAAHk4/3-a--3ZRe08/s1600/July2011%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe0za9ExQg8/TlcOpEw2bJI/AAAAAAAAHk4/3-a--3ZRe08/s400/July2011%2B041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644996756748266642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper had a playdate this Saturday with Jake, son of Lindsey and Josh, two of our friends.  We have known them forever.  Since her date can't drive, they stayed at the house and the parents cooked dinner. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3h27jAa7y20/TlcOC60m6bI/AAAAAAAAHkw/i_UhA7tbhuk/s1600/July2011%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3h27jAa7y20/TlcOC60m6bI/AAAAAAAAHkw/i_UhA7tbhuk/s400/July2011%2B040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644996101244643762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so much fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPREQHNLLTo/TlcNj4dhxRI/AAAAAAAAHko/VpY-2DnCXN0/s1600/butts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPREQHNLLTo/TlcNj4dhxRI/AAAAAAAAHko/VpY-2DnCXN0/s400/butts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644995568035022098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get any cuter than that, right?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think Harper might be over size 4 diapers by the looks of this pic.  4s are starting to fit her like bikini briefs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCsFX2jXSIE/TlcNf09zqKI/AAAAAAAAHkg/wRra_SvEu18/s1600/butts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCsFX2jXSIE/TlcNf09zqKI/AAAAAAAAHkg/wRra_SvEu18/s400/butts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644995498377193634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey was reading to them and Jake was getting very jealous.  He wanted to rip Harper out of his momma's arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3twjPfKwdjI/TlcNFbggb1I/AAAAAAAAHkY/k1n-nzR6u-o/s1600/burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3twjPfKwdjI/TlcNFbggb1I/AAAAAAAAHkY/k1n-nzR6u-o/s400/burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644995044866813778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are so not expert grillers.  I am not even sure why we decided to grill instead of doing something else but Shawn and I are wanting to get better.  This was Shawn's attempt at burgers! Good thing we had hot dogs too!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I made twice baked potato casserole, brown sugar green bean wraps and baked beans. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It had started raining and storming and while Lindsey was cooking her brownies the electric flicked off and on and silly me forgot that that shut the oven off, so her brownies got about 1/2 cooked and then just sat there with an oven not on, then we realized, so then we had to put them back in, even after they started cooling so they looked a bit funny were still really good.  I can't believe I dropped the ball on that.  The lights had flickered earlier and that had happened so I should have been on top of it! We had a good laugh about the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-z99t6Th3g/TlcM993B1zI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/d3JaPsISHrU/s1600/July2011%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-z99t6Th3g/TlcM993B1zI/AAAAAAAAHkQ/d3JaPsISHrU/s400/July2011%2B026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644994916649129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07CFtiFwPpE/TlcLfGlN9lI/AAAAAAAAHkI/uKvGoaxSAN0/s1600/July2011%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07CFtiFwPpE/TlcLfGlN9lI/AAAAAAAAHkI/uKvGoaxSAN0/s400/July2011%2B045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644993286902773330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EG5hzqZ535U/TlcLAkBJZAI/AAAAAAAAHkA/FAE3bBfsGh0/s1600/July2011%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EG5hzqZ535U/TlcLAkBJZAI/AAAAAAAAHkA/FAE3bBfsGh0/s400/July2011%2B048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644992762228597762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both loved climbing the stairs! Thank goodness for baby gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDkEajKNJo0/TlcKenObB2I/AAAAAAAAHj4/TF88RZoO5pc/s1600/July2011%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDkEajKNJo0/TlcKenObB2I/AAAAAAAAHj4/TF88RZoO5pc/s400/July2011%2B052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644992178974033762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Johnson's!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and hope to do it really soon. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday! yay! Shawn is leaving to go scout deer in Illinois.  Errrr.  He is going there for a week in November so he thinks he must go check out the area before hand, 10 hours there, 8 hours to scout, 10 hour drive back.  Huh!?!?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today made my 9th straight day in Court, so needless to say I am behind on everything, I have a deposition first thing in the morning which could last no telling how long so I am ready for the weekend.  It is suppose to be cooler so I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6592847173255559352?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6592847173255559352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/bbq-and-playdate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6592847173255559352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6592847173255559352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/bbq-and-playdate.html' title='BBQ and Playdate'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe0za9ExQg8/TlcOpEw2bJI/AAAAAAAAHk4/3-a--3ZRe08/s72-c/July2011%2B041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-2459478042795308740</id><published>2011-08-22T09:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:09:07.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like riding a bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/22/2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/22/s_2208.jpg" style="margin:5px" border="0" height="281" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Harper and I's new toy! I am in love with it! Riding a bike is one of my favorite things to do and they have so many cute bikes out and a few different types of riding seats for the kids.  So, here we are.  She got to ride in it twice yesterday and absolutely loves it.  We may have to bump it up to the list of her favorite things to do.  The breeze through your hair without the loudness of a 4wheeler.  So perfect.  We will be riding it again when I can get out of this stuffy office!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We had a very busy and fun weekend with 2 play dates so I will try and get those pictures uploaded and put on here soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-2459478042795308740?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2459478042795308740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-like-riding-bike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2459478042795308740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/2459478042795308740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-like-riding-bike.html' title='Just like riding a bike'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-132531877346561450</id><published>2011-08-18T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:46:39.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more wedding pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4325.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4325.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more wedding iPhone pics. Jamie and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4326.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4326.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of us with sweet Mary Tarver, the flower girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4327.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4327.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only picture of Shawn and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4328.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4328.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4329.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4329.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4330.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4330.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and I, I just love her to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4331.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4331.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things these 3 ladies have been through in the past 8 years! We could write a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4332.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4332.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/18/4333.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/18/s_4333.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture does not do it justice, my hair looked fabulous! I think I may have already posted this one but what the heck, u can see it twice. An old friend, Kelly Cooper from studio 8 did all of our hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-132531877346561450?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/132531877346561450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-more-wedding-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/132531877346561450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/132531877346561450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-more-wedding-pics.html' title='Few more wedding pics'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5818590443820137895</id><published>2011-08-17T10:29:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:33:19.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite picture. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GB3rTEJkOKY/TkwUpp_LdUI/AAAAAAAAHjw/1oAXTZUJ3FY/s1600/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GB3rTEJkOKY/TkwUpp_LdUI/AAAAAAAAHjw/1oAXTZUJ3FY/s400/IMG_1060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641907139066426690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my all time favorite picture of my precious little miss.  I love it because its at our house, I love it because of the mud, I love it because she is staring down at her daddy, I love it b/c you can see little dimples on her butt.  I love it, I love it, I love it! I got it in a huge print and hobby lobby had a beautiful frame that they installed and not it sits at the end of our hallway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDQ7zf_39KA/TkwUTUXJErI/AAAAAAAAHjo/NgpVjpbYl6k/s1600/IMG_1042.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/-QDQ7zf_39KA/TkwUTUXJErI/AAAAAAAAHjo/NgpVjpbYl6k/s400/IMG_1042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641906755304231602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Goose.  She's  a mess.  Loves getting her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Antqdtc2KgM/TkwUMjWnpfI/AAAAAAAAHjg/Gww5BgWJI9M/s1600/IMG_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Antqdtc2KgM/TkwUMjWnpfI/AAAAAAAAHjg/Gww5BgWJI9M/s400/IMG_1016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641906639069488626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is in the middle of Arkansas' worst drought and Momma wanted a mudpit for Harper to play in for pictures.  It took him 3 hours to make this thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAFh4v9dF4c/TkwTp4jLUFI/AAAAAAAAHjY/hRdFTak5rp8/s1600/IMG_0998.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/-dAFh4v9dF4c/TkwTp4jLUFI/AAAAAAAAHjY/hRdFTak5rp8/s400/IMG_0998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641906043463880786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this describes her opinion of all her daddy's hard work.  I think we may try this again on her next photo shoot.  Yes, next photo shoot! Ha! The photographer and I have been planning it for months, getting the perfect setting, perfect props, everything.  Its going to be unique with vintage flare.  If only I can get Shawn in the outfit I want him to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uW9GN3GvceU/TkwTXPemDhI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/rTOnD-vYmlU/s1600/IMG_0979.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/-uW9GN3GvceU/TkwTXPemDhI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/rTOnD-vYmlU/s400/IMG_0979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641905723201162770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOtYkeLK6mI/TkwTADhzWnI/AAAAAAAAHjI/TggJJDQx1-Q/s1600/IMG_0994.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/-gOtYkeLK6mI/TkwTADhzWnI/AAAAAAAAHjI/TggJJDQx1-Q/s400/IMG_0994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641905324856400498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q90B2Vklah4/TkwOs_lrsFI/AAAAAAAAHjA/FlU7WhdcL0M/s1600/IMG_0954.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/-q90B2Vklah4/TkwOs_lrsFI/AAAAAAAAHjA/FlU7WhdcL0M/s400/IMG_0954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641900599334907986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CCBoGwfTtQ/TkwKGRXQIbI/AAAAAAAAHi4/WoWWZHwU5bM/s1600/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7CCBoGwfTtQ/TkwKGRXQIbI/AAAAAAAAHi4/WoWWZHwU5bM/s400/IMG_0952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641895536044810674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was doing work.  She is always moving things around and trying to carry heavy things so we always say she is working b/c in her mind she is moving mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93f_QcYYTHA/TkwJqDl5JvI/AAAAAAAAHiw/pvXGmceRKlI/s1600/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93f_QcYYTHA/TkwJqDl5JvI/AAAAAAAAHiw/pvXGmceRKlI/s400/IMG_0950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641895051311785714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to pull some flowers!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to think what I need to update on...hmm. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that house I mentioned a week ago is going to be a no-go as of now, we had our builder go out there and its going to be 1 1/2 times what we thought it would be to finish it out, just the bottom floor.  And actually much bigger, we had thought the bottom floor was 3500ish square feet, well turns out, not including the garage, its 6,012 square feet.  I then still not wanting my dream to die, though well, our realtor will go out there and convince us that we need to do it b/c we could resale it for so much more than that even if we had to put that much money in to it, he said that it would sit and not sale forever, he said there is no market in our little down for 8,000 square foot houses.  Sooooo, I guess the house will sit there.  I was still trying to convince myself that I could make it happen, Shawn stepped in and said no, I don't want a house that big, we are staying put.  He is right too, I knew it was big, I guess I just didn't know it was that big!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There is some other land I think we are going to go look at this week.  I think if we just take our time and look and be patient, if something is meant to be it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Work is crazy, but I always say that.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Harper is talking so much, I will have to do a 16 months post this week.  Yesterday was Shawn and I 3 year anniversary and I need to do a post on that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-5818590443820137895?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5818590443820137895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite-picture-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5818590443820137895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5818590443820137895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite-picture-ever.html' title='My favorite picture. Ever.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GB3rTEJkOKY/TkwUpp_LdUI/AAAAAAAAHjw/1oAXTZUJ3FY/s72-c/IMG_1060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7910992896197639218</id><published>2011-08-15T17:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:08:52.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedded bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This can be a wedding weekend round up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4660.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ate very healthy the week before the wedding so I could gorge for 2 straight days and that is just what I did.  The first thing on the schedule was the bridesmaid's brunch.  It was at the Pinnacle Country Club in this beautiful room overlooking the golf course.  Mimosas and Bloody Mary's were being handed out every time yours was 1/2 empty and lunch was crab cakes with grilled asparagus and brown rice.  I'll be honest, I ate every thing on my plate! The crab cakes tasted just like I was sitting at The Red Bar in Destin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4661.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was sitting by my place card at the table, yes, that is a little blue box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4662.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4664.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bridesmaid's gift, a beautiful bracelet from Tiffany's! And to think, I just got Jamie a monogrammed pink flask for her bridesmaid's gift! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4665.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4666.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that night we got all dressed up for the rehearsal, the rehearsal cocktail hour and the rehearsal dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4667.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the best picture but Liz, the girl on the right had a baby, LESS THAN 4 WEEKS AGO! Is that possible?!?! And its her 2nd! Gives me hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4668.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of the Mildred Borum Cooper Chapel, this was built and named after the groom, Borum Cooper's, grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4669.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the menu for the rehearsal dinner.  One of the best meals I have ever had, 1st course, fried quail salad, sorbet served in between the courses to cleanse the ol' pallet, then either seared Tuna or my choice, filet mignon with a cheese sauce on top, mashed potatoes and greens.  One of the top 5 best steaks I can ever remember eating, next was desert and it was a creme brulee which is my favorite desert.   Different wines were served with each course.  It was great&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal dinner is where everyone does their toast from the couple, all the groom's friend's do roast for the groom.  They were hilarious, I fell out of my seat laughing on a few.  One of the guys even made a video montage of Borum! Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4671.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the rehearsal, Nicole, Jamie and I came back to the room and went to sleep.   The next morning we lounged around and got ready and went to Fred's Cabin for a wedding party brunch.  It was a great breakfast buffet.  After that we headed to the soon to be mother in law's house to begin getting ready.  Did I mention all of this is us being escorted by our own personal driver and a limo! That was all sorts of fun.  There we lounged around and started getting ready.  There was more food and more drinks waiting for us there.  A guy from Mac did all of our makeup and 2 hair dressers were there to do our hair. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After we got ready, we drove to the Church were our dresses were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4672.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got dressed and then we waited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4675.jpg"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of my pictures just failed to upload so I am not sure what that is all about so I will have to do another post with those, that is where Shawn makes an appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4676.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4677.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4678.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4680.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4683.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But here are a few of the actual reception area.  There was only room for 100 people in the church but 400plus came to the reception.  The first hour was a cocktail hour and I didn't even get a picture of that whole separate floor.   It was the most fabulous room with chairs and pretty white couches and chandeliers hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/15/4684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/15/s_4684.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is a picture of one corner of the reception area.  The food at the reception was filet mignon, grilled halibut, yukon stuffed potatoes, asparagus and alot of other sides.   I ate so much I got tired of chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was such a fun weekend.  I was sad to be gone from Harper for 2 days and was sad a bit at first, but then when I realize she is going to make it just fine without me, I was able to enjoy myself and have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post the other pictures later!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Borum and Jamie Cooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7910992896197639218?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7910992896197639218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedded-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7910992896197639218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7910992896197639218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedded-bliss.html' title='Wedded bliss'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8011330748368054434</id><published>2011-08-14T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:28:36.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/116803575571386363095/DropBox?authkey=Gv1sRgCPfeqaeZ6tm2DQ#5640904025522218962'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iqCmS4-auuQ/TkiEUw1Sp9I/AAAAAAAAHio/Atl8r-GPeTo/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see this precious face for 48 hours and it was very hard on this momma! I had a blast at the wedding and will share that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back late last night and I actually slept until 10am! That is the latest I've slept in 16 months! Then Harper and I took a 2 hour nap this afternoon. We didn't leave the house all day- we've swam, road 4wheelers, read books, ate, and played and played. It was a great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very busy, stressful week, so I'm hoping it goes smoothly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8011330748368054434?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8011330748368054434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8011330748368054434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8011330748368054434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding weekend'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iqCmS4-auuQ/TkiEUw1Sp9I/AAAAAAAAHio/Atl8r-GPeTo/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6021098611036979353</id><published>2011-08-08T18:11:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:34:39.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelon Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNv9GbmclY/TkCX-dytQUI/AAAAAAAAHik/u0ifQ79R_lE/s1600/water6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNv9GbmclY/TkCX-dytQUI/AAAAAAAAHik/u0ifQ79R_lE/s400/water6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673832872853826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone ask me the other day why I get Harper's picture taken so much and I said because I want too.  Isn't that reason enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lZqPNFQuCY/TkCX5gV7gzI/AAAAAAAAHic/BsGF9EwsOiM/s1600/water7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lZqPNFQuCY/TkCX5gV7gzI/AAAAAAAAHic/BsGF9EwsOiM/s400/water7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673747658113842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is wearing an apron that her Aunt Stephanie got her.  Its precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wu6kPuItxLI/TkCX1PIpTNI/AAAAAAAAHiU/wnufGdRTWW8/s1600/water5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wu6kPuItxLI/TkCX1PIpTNI/AAAAAAAAHiU/wnufGdRTWW8/s400/water5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673674319514834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sitting in the weeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnUhvC6ZE9k/TkCXv2zq1LI/AAAAAAAAHiM/-iUgsyY0zJM/s1600/water2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnUhvC6ZE9k/TkCXv2zq1LI/AAAAAAAAHiM/-iUgsyY0zJM/s400/water2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673581889737906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved her some watermelon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yI0Eu1cQUEQ/TkCXnsDOWDI/AAAAAAAAHiE/MDEnZb__ACg/s1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yI0Eu1cQUEQ/TkCXnsDOWDI/AAAAAAAAHiE/MDEnZb__ACg/s400/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673441563236402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew to spit those seeds out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pw4Bd0JIErM/TkCXh8DWn9I/AAAAAAAAHh8/jPQ3yfNMBS0/s1600/water2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pw4Bd0JIErM/TkCXh8DWn9I/AAAAAAAAHh8/jPQ3yfNMBS0/s400/water2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673342779531218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as my life would have it, we are contemplating change.  Change in what.  Change in locations where we rest our heads.  This week or next we will probably be making an offer on a foreclosure home, I don't anticipate our offer, if we do decide to make one, being accepted, but we are about 75% we may make one! ha! Can't you be any more unsure.  Its an unfinished home on a whole lot of land, almost 80 acres.  And yes, its unfinished.  How unfinished, you ask? Very unfinished, maybe 20%-30% completed.  Its barely "in the dry".  The other kicker is that its quite big, next question, what is "quite big".  I have heard 3 different square feet and they have ranged from 7,000 to 7900 square feet! What!?!? Who builds houses that big! I would actually like it better if it was smaller, it would make it much more affordable.  I think that total is the garage included.  We would only finish out the 1st floor and maybe, eventually, maybe not, probably not, would finish out the 2nd and 3rd floor.  Probably never! ha! The first floor is plenty big for us and if we ever came into money to burn we could do that.  Also, we would not buy the whole property, so right now the bank is "considering" if they will even divide it up.  They really want to sell it all without dividing.  We have to get a builder out there this week to even see how much it would cost to finish the first floor.  Probably way more than we think, so as you can see lots of variables and I would give it a 2% chance of working out.  Then would come the stress of buying that place and trying to sell our place.   What all this means is that we are praying about it and looking into things and will make a decision in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Tw7Z_WprVA/TkCXdBNACYI/AAAAAAAAHh0/8QFpvI4G1lc/s1600/water3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Tw7Z_WprVA/TkCXdBNACYI/AAAAAAAAHh0/8QFpvI4G1lc/s400/water3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673258262825346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I love our home and would be incredibly sad to leave so it will take something very special to get me out of here.   Guess we will see! I will keep you updated, if its meant to be, it will be.  I truly believe that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOgm2x7BpaQ/TkCXYphNDXI/AAAAAAAAHhs/UexgyoZ6CUQ/s1600/water4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOgm2x7BpaQ/TkCXYphNDXI/AAAAAAAAHhs/UexgyoZ6CUQ/s400/water4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673183185636722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than all that madness, we are still dealing with this unbearable heat.  It got cool the last hour before dark and we got to play outside, ride the 4 wheeler, go feed the deer, and those types of fun things. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie's wedding is this week and my oh my its been a crazy 24 hours.  Her fiance just got back from a trip to Boliva, he has been feeling bad, Sunday he started feeling like he wanted to die, after an ER trip and time in the hospital they have found out that he either has Malaria or some sort of tick fever.  They should know tomorrow.  How crazy.  I am praying he gets better and fast! We will wheel him down the aisle 1/2 conscious if we have too!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its official, my sister has moved back to town! Happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Work is going good&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After church yesterday we went out to eat.  I know I have said this before but I swear I am about done eating out, its getting so hard! God love my sweet little girl but you have to shovel food in her mouth to keep her occupied and when she gets full she is done and she wants down.  Its really hard.  I will be doing TO GO for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it. &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/6324928702724007594-6021098611036979353?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6021098611036979353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/watermelon-daze.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6021098611036979353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6021098611036979353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/watermelon-daze.html' title='Watermelon Daze'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNv9GbmclY/TkCX-dytQUI/AAAAAAAAHik/u0ifQ79R_lE/s72-c/water6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7598579507761625726</id><published>2011-08-03T18:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:20:22.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbearable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heat doesn't get to me, cold doesn't get to me.  I like Spring and Fall best but I can deal with anything but this weather is just crazy.  It was 115 today, we have been over 100 for the past 30 days and it is suppose to be 100 for the next week.  I am miserable.  I have quit leaving for lunch, I get there in the morning and I just stay, I would rather starve than leave.  Thankfully, most Judges are on vaca the last 2 weeks of every July so its been slow and i haven't had a lot of Court.  I have really slacked off in the work department.  I had a really good first of Summer in the work department so I have been on coast.  I have been getting in late, leaving early and loving it.  I am praying this weather breaks soon.   However, the hot weather is good when you do what I do, everyone is grouchy and fighting&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had the funeral of a friend of Shawn and I's that was killed in the 4 wheeler accident.  It was a very sad funeral.  Tomorrow's funeral of my best friends sister will be even harder.  I can't describe how bad my heart hurts for her and those babies.  Jaime was a free spirit and would brighten your day.  Shirley is speaking at the funeral and she asked me if I could think of any funny things about Jaime and I told her a few stories, but the one that made us laugh the most was when Jaime walked she bounced, I would call her Tigger.  She literally just bounced with every step, she did it because she was happy. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, I am ready for this sad week to be over with&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I did get some great news today from another great friend.  I will be mentioning that more in a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn has had to work so much this week.  Tuesday he worked 18 hours straight, was home for 7 hours and back out again.  He just got home today at 7:30 and I said, "aren't you so excited you are off for the next 3 days?" and he said well, I am just going to shower and I have to head back to work! I felt so bad for him.  He is exhausted.  Hopefully, all the water emergencies will stop soon!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are loving Harper's knew daycare.  She is loving it too.  I am so glad I made the change.  I am glad Harper led us to that decision.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Shawn and I worked the nursery and we are now working the 1 year old class and it was so fun.  That is just such a fun age.  Its funny how different they all are.  A few of the kids just wanted to be held and rocked and watch cartoons, needless to say this wasn't my child.  I love my active little girl, but I tell her everyday I wish she would slow down and just sit with her momma and let me hold her for awhile, she will if I am feeding her or she is sleeping.  The sleeping rarely happens b/c she won't fall asleep with anyone holding her anymore, she must be in her bed.  I am not happy about that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Little Miss, she is getting more teeth.  She is getting 1 on each side of her big teeth and maybe her eye teeth.  She is acting like her mouth is hurting her.  Her knows is so runny and her allergies are really acting up.  Hopefully it clears up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7598579507761625726?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7598579507761625726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/unbearable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7598579507761625726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7598579507761625726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/unbearable.html' title='Unbearable'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-295270713484266490</id><published>2011-08-01T17:27:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:47:42.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6cAtB9Iv30/TjdUyvJkobI/AAAAAAAAHhg/ih7XhIfen6w/s1600/vegas8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636066689304273330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6cAtB9Iv30/TjdUyvJkobI/AAAAAAAAHhg/ih7XhIfen6w/s400/vegas8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to do a happy post and what better happy place is there besides Vegas. These pics are in a random order!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday night we got dressed in our black dresses and sported our Jamie's Entourage sashes and hit the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wwsZxjOav0/TjdUs2rQMcI/AAAAAAAAHhY/UOTv0DJ9Fds/s1600/vegas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636066588245373378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wwsZxjOav0/TjdUs2rQMcI/AAAAAAAAHhY/UOTv0DJ9Fds/s400/vegas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first order of business was dinner, we headed to the MGM to have dinner at their world famous sushi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. It was a family style sushi meal, we had pre-ordered what we wanted. It was 7 courses that was maybe the best meal I had ever had. Each course was better than the last. My mouth is watering just talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYcEfCVZ_Mk/TjdUmULhYxI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/JrPGp_wp4zg/s1600/vegas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636066475906261778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYcEfCVZ_Mk/TjdUmULhYxI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/JrPGp_wp4zg/s400/vegas5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then took a el camino limo, not really but that was what we called it, the The Cosmopolitan(this is where I am staying next time I go to LV) to head to Marquee. This is the biggest club in Vegas. It was like 6 stories high and was incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itEj8pC30r4/TjdUgL2-zaI/AAAAAAAAHhI/8sCyV2FLH_8/s1600/vegas7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636066370593410466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itEj8pC30r4/TjdUgL2-zaI/AAAAAAAAHhI/8sCyV2FLH_8/s400/vegas7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Around midnight we decided to head to Pure. This was my favorite club on my first Vegas trip and it was my favorite again. We got to see Ashley Tisdale there. Yes, that is the biggest celeb we saw all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Szd4pEMpagk/TjdTWuhtt-I/AAAAAAAAHhA/BrfGOn4tePA/s1600/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636065108589131746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Szd4pEMpagk/TjdTWuhtt-I/AAAAAAAAHhA/BrfGOn4tePA/s400/vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you these were way out of order! This is before we left the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLx2JY7Q5tE/TjdTQQhkWQI/AAAAAAAAHg4/msYcxTaGZ80/s1600/vegas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636064997456238850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLx2JY7Q5tE/TjdTQQhkWQI/AAAAAAAAHg4/msYcxTaGZ80/s400/vegas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was from earlier in the day, we went to Casear's Palace and went shopping. This is mean hugging up on a Jimmy Choo. I seriously considered buying a pair, but I couldn't let go of Mr. Green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA61yk6jilA/TjdTMljRV-I/AAAAAAAAHgw/YPbYyTsTs3o/s1600/vegas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636064934381049826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA61yk6jilA/TjdTMljRV-I/AAAAAAAAHgw/YPbYyTsTs3o/s400/vegas5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is still at Casear. This might be where I want to stay next time too. It is right in the center of EVERYTHING and sooooo fancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHceZDrwnoU/TjdTH7Fj-QI/AAAAAAAAHgo/b4ddb4bBefM/s1600/vegas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636064854262675714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHceZDrwnoU/TjdTH7Fj-QI/AAAAAAAAHgo/b4ddb4bBefM/s400/vegas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More shopping at Casear's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz00OptXhyk/TjdS_qBp6RI/AAAAAAAAHgg/4Gy5KnKRsEU/s1600/vegas8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636064712243931410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz00OptXhyk/TjdS_qBp6RI/AAAAAAAAHgg/4Gy5KnKRsEU/s400/vegas8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this was right as we landed I forgot I took a picture of when the fire trucks started coming our way. It was soooo sureal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtiNkEsUJA/TjdS6Qrje7I/AAAAAAAAHgY/CfgySuTeYfg/s1600/vegas7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636064619541003186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtiNkEsUJA/TjdS6Qrje7I/AAAAAAAAHgY/CfgySuTeYfg/s400/vegas7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture from the first night. Forgot about it. Dinner at N9NE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agrheAsAWBU/TjdSuS-ZVqI/AAAAAAAAHgQ/_WMqcQQHIeU/s1600/vegas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636064413998470818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agrheAsAWBU/TjdSuS-ZVqI/AAAAAAAAHgQ/_WMqcQQHIeU/s400/vegas6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O174tyIm7TQ/TjdSnRg_3NI/AAAAAAAAHgI/EvLGNTLCJhA/s1600/vegas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636064293347646674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O174tyIm7TQ/TjdSnRg_3NI/AAAAAAAAHgI/EvLGNTLCJhA/s400/vegas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take a picture of this! This was the H&amp;amp;M. This picture does not even do it justice, it was crazy looking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is it, Day 2 is a wrap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue to pray for the Wadkins and Hammond families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-295270713484266490?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/295270713484266490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/vegas-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/295270713484266490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/295270713484266490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/vegas-part-2.html' title='Vegas Part 2'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M6cAtB9Iv30/TjdUyvJkobI/AAAAAAAAHhg/ih7XhIfen6w/s72-c/vegas8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-1194811011648375917</id><published>2011-08-01T05:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T06:00:44.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weekend was going great, besides the heat.  Some friends of ours, the Davis', had us over to grill out.  We were letting our kids play and eat some good food.  Shortly after we go there, one of my close friends, Shirley called.  I didn't think anything of it, we talk all the time.  Within a minute or so, another best friend, calls.  Still don't think anything.  I am away from my phone for a few minutes and when I come back and see each of them has called back and another friend has called.  She sends a text that says call ASAP, its about Shirley.  I freak and call.  I think something is wrong with one of her kids.  Laura immediately tells me her sister has been killed in a 4 wheeler accident.  Her sister was maybe the happiest person I have ever been around, she just bounced off the walls.  Always so sweet, happy and friendly.   I don't even feel like I have had the right words to say to her, its just so hard to even know what to say&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She had 4 babies, the littlest was around 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten to see Jaime a lot the past 2 months and got to see her just a few days before her death and got to give her a big hug.  Her sister is just devastated, I have honestly never seen sisters so close, they were best friends, talked everyday.  She feels so lost right now.  I can't even try to imagine. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The person driving the 4 wheeler was killed too.  He was a nice guy too, he was one of those that lived on the edge and I hate to say I have just been assuming that is how he left this world. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He had a little girl.  5 babies who just lost a momma and a daddy.  My heart has just been broke. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep these 2 families in your prayers. &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/6324928702724007594-1194811011648375917?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1194811011648375917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/sad-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1194811011648375917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1194811011648375917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/sad-weekend.html' title='Sad Weekend'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-4642164147868783425</id><published>2011-07-30T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:17:05.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/30/2477.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/30/s_2477.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding overload, but in a good way! This is a pile of all the fun invites consisting of the day before and day of parties with jamie's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/30/2478.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/30/s_2478.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this RSVP card for the rehearsal dinner. Land or Sea!?!, I chose land bc it's steak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/30/2479.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/30/s_2479.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the after rehearsal dinner party! More food and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/30/2480.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/30/s_2480.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier the day before the wedding is the bridesmaid brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/30/2481.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/30/s_2481.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/30/2482.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/30/s_2482.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them together! There is even on missing from this, it's a wedding day brunch. All I know is that I need some more dresses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-4642164147868783425?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4642164147868783425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/wedding-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4642164147868783425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/4642164147868783425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/wedding-overload.html' title='Wedding overload'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5084873537449746122</id><published>2011-07-26T18:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:36:03.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big School, Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvNC1OqATcI/Ti94P6GOk3I/AAAAAAAAHfk/vmqkOZnpnK0/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvNC1OqATcI/Ti94P6GOk3I/AAAAAAAAHfk/vmqkOZnpnK0/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633853873552528242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Harper's first day of big girl school, aka an actual daycare.  She has been going to an at-home sitter since she was little.  It was great for when she was little but now that she is big and some things that have happened, I thought it was time to make the change. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was super nervous but she did great.  The place is wonderful.  They women seem so sweet and its a christian daycare.  They do a bible story everyday and sing songs.  I just love that.  They will do scheduled activities and arts and crafts.  They will have holiday parties and school pictures.  I am just so excited about those things. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've been super emotional over the change but after today I know 110% I made the right decision.  I just had to trust my gut. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She is just growing up way to fast! I will blink and it will be her first day of kindergarten!&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/6324928702724007594-5084873537449746122?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5084873537449746122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-school-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5084873537449746122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5084873537449746122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-school-little-girl.html' title='Big School, Little Girl'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvNC1OqATcI/Ti94P6GOk3I/AAAAAAAAHfk/vmqkOZnpnK0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7739753701177461944</id><published>2011-07-23T10:54:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:31:27.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cknwQu73aHE/TisbGwTSSYI/AAAAAAAAHfc/x641jRj3PZg/s1600/July2011%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cknwQu73aHE/TisbGwTSSYI/AAAAAAAAHfc/x641jRj3PZg/s400/July2011%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632625561815894402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This precious little girl turned 15 months old, last Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At your doctor's appointment yesterday you were 24 lbs(67%tile) and 33 inches tall (98%tile).  The 33 inches put you over the chart.  It only goes to 95%tile so he just estimated that that would put you at the 98%tile.   Your head was right around the 50%tile&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are still in size 4 diapers but I probably need to move you up to size 5s sometime soon.  4s look a little small&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are in 18 month and 24 month clothes&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have just moved up to a size 5 shoe.  A few of your size 4s still fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogGb4xnz7nM/TisaLCt-YII/AAAAAAAAHfU/8wi0sflsEak/s1600/July2011%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogGb4xnz7nM/TisaLCt-YII/AAAAAAAAHfU/8wi0sflsEak/s400/July2011%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632624535967522946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had 2 teeth forever! but now your top front 2 came in and now the teeth on each side are coming in.  Still only 2 on the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You eat whatever we eat.  Mac and cheese is your ultimate favorite though. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are still just using sippy cups.  You haven't had a bottle since you were 9 months.  That seems so crazy&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are now able to climb up on chairs and couches and anything else you do not need to be on&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can say pretty much anything.  If we say it, you can repeat it.  If we say encyclopedia, you'll repeat it! Now, it may not sound just like that, but you give it a good try. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your most used words, are momma, dadda, gus, dog, kitty, ball, hello, byebye, nanna(banana), milk, water, snack, cheeeee(cheese), outside, and thank you.  Thank you may be the cutest, you say thank you when you give someone something and its so sweet! Oh, and bite.  You always say bite and try to hand me a bite of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xj9nNFjaojg/TisZgsxaVdI/AAAAAAAAHfM/90jSJShVLVQ/s1600/July2011%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xj9nNFjaojg/TisZgsxaVdI/AAAAAAAAHfM/90jSJShVLVQ/s400/July2011%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632623808521852370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pure hilariousness.  You do the cutest things.  You have started grabbing our telephones and saying....hello.  Its pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love to dance&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You know where your nose, eyes, ears, teeth, tongue, mouth, head, hair, feet, belly, and hands are.  You know what your shirt, shorts, pants and shoes are. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can call the hogs! Daddy is super proud of this one!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You still absolutely love the water&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love to go riding on the 4 wheeler&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you say deer outside or in magazines, you point and say deer.  Another favorite of your daddy.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are still a great sleeper.  Bed at 8, up between 7-8am.  I can definitely live with that!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are transitioning to 1 long nap around noon.  At home on the weekends you will still normally take 2, but the morning one is getting later and later.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are just a happy, lively, ornery, little girl.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are a complete mess.  My parents say that you act just like I did when I was that age.  I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The past 15 months have been the best 15 months of our lives and we are so excited to see what you do in the next 15 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7739753701177461944?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7739753701177461944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/15-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7739753701177461944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7739753701177461944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/15-months.html' title='15 months!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cknwQu73aHE/TisbGwTSSYI/AAAAAAAAHfc/x641jRj3PZg/s72-c/July2011%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-294164566231812454</id><published>2011-07-20T18:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:51:21.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UwU3Y_5FHE/TieRncNleLI/AAAAAAAAHfE/fJyUBF-7qyU/s1600/nine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UwU3Y_5FHE/TieRncNleLI/AAAAAAAAHfE/fJyUBF-7qyU/s400/nine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631629965824194738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner reservations at N9NE the first night.  We had to get them pushed back after our flight insanity.  We got to the airport and learned that its only a bit more expensive to take a limo everywhere with 6-7 girls.  So, we jump in the limo at head to the Palms.  I had never stayed at the Palms but had been there before.  Its a very fun hotel with action always happening.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;N9NE is in the hotel so we didn't have to go very far.  We got ready at went to dinner.  I was so excited about this meal.  This restaurant is suppose to be fabulous and it did not disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For appetizers we got Lobster Wontons and Calamari.  Both were amazing.  For entrees we all got filets.  For sides they do family style sides so they come in these big bowls and we were able to share them.  We got mac and cheese, lobster mashed potatoes, asparagus, and gnocchi with a white truffle sauce.   It was all super expensive so I was going to be devastated if it was not worth the money and let me tell you, it did not disappoint.  Some of the best food I have ever eaten.  I can't get those lobster mashed potatoes out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0Ay2_A1PHY/TieRjPJ2D9I/AAAAAAAAHe8/mOoTEYyOjVE/s1600/nine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0Ay2_A1PHY/TieRjPJ2D9I/AAAAAAAAHe8/mOoTEYyOjVE/s400/nine3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631629893599367122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we loaded up and headed to Tryst.  Its in the Wynne which is a fairly new hotel.  Its suppose to be one of the hot spots and it definitely was.  We had gotten VIP access weeks earlier so I must say it is secretly very very nice to have a line 100s of people deep and walk past them all.  I know it shouldn't, but I can't lie, it is! ha!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The place was awesome.  We really didn't take very many pictures the whole time we were there and I so wish I would have taken pics of this place.  It was huge but in the middle this gigantic waterfall sat and you weren't inside anymore you were outside and that was the dance floor.  All the girls love to dance, so we danced are little feet off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p4nn_cbl1SU/TieReUUEVFI/AAAAAAAAHe0/W35jHrRPyL4/s1600/nine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p4nn_cbl1SU/TieReUUEVFI/AAAAAAAAHe0/W35jHrRPyL4/s400/nine2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631629809085076562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometime around 2-3, which was 4-5am our time, we packed it up and headed home.  Its so crazy, but you really never feel tired in Vegas, I don't get it.  I hear they pump oxygen in places but I don't know if that is true or not, but I swear its something!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the hotel, my sister was there, her flight had come in so I was super happy to see her! Then we hit the sack, we had lots of fun planned for the next day!&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/6324928702724007594-294164566231812454?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/294164566231812454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/vegas-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/294164566231812454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/294164566231812454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/vegas-part-2.html' title='Vegas - Part 2'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8UwU3Y_5FHE/TieRncNleLI/AAAAAAAAHfE/fJyUBF-7qyU/s72-c/nine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-787755092441099043</id><published>2011-07-19T11:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:44:23.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scariest moment of my life - Vegas Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnnCUa5TX2g/TiXZA7hDoVI/AAAAAAAAHes/bc46mXCK-6g/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnnCUa5TX2g/TiXZA7hDoVI/AAAAAAAAHes/bc46mXCK-6g/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631145519096242514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my besties sitting in the Albuquerque, New Mexico airport.  We hung out there for 5 hours.  Why, you ask!?!?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will just start with Day 1.  We left at noon for Vegas.  We were cheapies and we wanted a direct flight so we booked on Allegiant Air.  So, everything is going along great and about 1/2 thru the trip we are all just talking and being goofy and I hear the pilot come across the intercom.  I immeidately stopped what I was doing, pilots don't come across the intercom in the middle of the flight to let us know we can eat some peanuts.  About the time I get the girls calmed down, I hear the term I never want to hear again, "We are making an emergency landing"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What??? My heart instantly sank.  The rowdy plane of people headed to Vegas was instantly silent.  You could hear a pin drop.  The pilot was quick with his words and basically said, we have lost the main hydrolic system(which a little flying 101 - that controls most important functions of the plane) and then something or other not sure if the other was working properly, we will be on the ground in 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, freak out, commence!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you the helpless it is to hear you are making an emergency landing.  I wasn't sad I was about to die, I was sad Harper was not going to have a mother, all b/c I wanted a fun weekend with my friends in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The pilot then decides to freak us out more and tells us that there will be fireman and firetrucks waiting on the runway to assist us if its necessary.  AKA, there are high temperatures somewhere and the hydrolic systems is highly combustible. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We start descending and we are descending quick.  You can tell he is wanting us on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to hear was the landing gear go down, in my mind, that would definitely be part of the hydrolic system.  So, when that went down, I thought, okay, we are going to be okay.   Then I thought, well, what if the weight of the plane won't hold it up when we land b/c the system is broke and overheating!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, as we approach the runway, sure enough, fire trucks everywhere! Holy heck!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just kept praying and praying.  About the time as we started to land, the cabin started to get smokey.  Okay, one more thing I don't need to freak out about.  We are about to blow up!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We land! Smooth landing! Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there is smoke.  Open the dang emergency door, get me the heck out of here!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The pilot comes back on and says not to be worried about the smoke they are clearing that out of here.  (I'm patiently waiting for the oxygen mask to drop so I can panic with really good oxygen.)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we get landed the pilot stops on the runway, this thing hooks up to us and starts towing us.  Firetrucks have literally surrounded every side of us.  I just want out!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They haul us back and they let us out!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am alive! I was never so happy to be in New Mexico. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck there for 5 hours.  But if you are going to be stuck in the airport might as well do it with your girlfriends.  We got the one remaining table at this bar and grilled and just stayed there for hours!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-787755092441099043?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/787755092441099043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/scariest-moment-of-my-life-vegas-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/787755092441099043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/787755092441099043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/scariest-moment-of-my-life-vegas-part-1.html' title='Scariest moment of my life - Vegas Part 1'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnnCUa5TX2g/TiXZA7hDoVI/AAAAAAAAHes/bc46mXCK-6g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7695477877333699766</id><published>2011-07-13T12:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:47:53.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie's Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkgLehdHS7U/Th4D-aFE8KI/AAAAAAAAHek/2eHSV4PrIc4/s1600/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkgLehdHS7U/Th4D-aFE8KI/AAAAAAAAHek/2eHSV4PrIc4/s400/shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628940954947088546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Harper's blog is turning into her Momma's blog!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my lovely lady friends at Jamie's bridal shower on Sunday.  We had so much fun! I have more pictures but I have not upload them yet.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We leave in the a.m. for Vegas tomorrow.  I have not gotten anything together for the trip!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My main focus for the next 4 hours is loving on my little girl that I won't get to see again until Sunday.  I will seriously be crying the whole way to the airport.  Her and her daddy will be just fine, I am sure, but it is still soooo hard!&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/6324928702724007594-7695477877333699766?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7695477877333699766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/jamies-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7695477877333699766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7695477877333699766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/jamies-shower.html' title='Jamie&apos;s Shower'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkgLehdHS7U/Th4D-aFE8KI/AAAAAAAAHek/2eHSV4PrIc4/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-1720747175880651236</id><published>2011-07-11T17:34:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:50:30.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years later....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RaUBNU9U3o/ThullMYdbYI/AAAAAAAAHeU/1JBasl9ovhU/s1600/v9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RaUBNU9U3o/ThullMYdbYI/AAAAAAAAHeU/1JBasl9ovhU/s400/v9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628274217727126914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to reminisce for a little bit.   I had to scour different flash drives to find my Vegas pictures from over 4 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a good time. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be going back with Jamie and my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvJrWB0KmzA/Thulebz9FOI/AAAAAAAAHeM/9xfRd2uHBYw/s1600/v6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvJrWB0KmzA/Thulebz9FOI/AAAAAAAAHeM/9xfRd2uHBYw/s400/v6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628274101609895138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I at the Venetian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RX5NjMgmFo/ThulYSkOIoI/AAAAAAAAHeE/IqtrRmCsoLg/s1600/v5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RX5NjMgmFo/ThulYSkOIoI/AAAAAAAAHeE/IqtrRmCsoLg/s400/v5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628273996048769666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Pure watching the Pussycat Dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQCjXeu1-Aw/ThulQvOCKpI/AAAAAAAAHd8/0KOKEjs89tg/s1600/v4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQCjXeu1-Aw/ThulQvOCKpI/AAAAAAAAHd8/0KOKEjs89tg/s400/v4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628273866301385362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have this dress and I have never tried it on since Vegas! Its in my closet, in plastic and will probably keep it forever! This was maybe the most fun night of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMI5yhRPLcA/ThulL6uEUZI/AAAAAAAAHd0/v8GEfoPXEBw/s1600/v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMI5yhRPLcA/ThulL6uEUZI/AAAAAAAAHd0/v8GEfoPXEBw/s400/v3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628273783489188242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its awfully long though.  I guess I didn't want to show the knees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9UFZbo9vxc/ThulES7ipmI/AAAAAAAAHds/Q3GSkp8UjNk/s1600/v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9UFZbo9vxc/ThulES7ipmI/AAAAAAAAHds/Q3GSkp8UjNk/s400/v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628273652549199458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at one of the Clubs at the Palms.  Can't even remember which.  Funny random tidbit, this was Jamie's dress I worse, then a year later at my bachelorette party I wore it again and then Jamie went to a wedding this weekend and wore it! The dress is timeless! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBsL6Wj-zlw/Thuk96k7SmI/AAAAAAAAHdk/n6wiDKtFwwc/s1600/lexie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBsL6Wj-zlw/Thuk96k7SmI/AAAAAAAAHdk/n6wiDKtFwwc/s400/lexie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628273542932679266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so another funny dress story.  I ordered the black dress my sister is wearing off ebay.  It could be worn over 20 ways.  It could be worn upside down, halter, strapless, etc.  I was so excited to get it in and once I did it fit me like a hoochie.  Somehow this night we talked Lexie into wearing it and she still talks about the night I made her wear the hooka dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1nQArvZYds/Thuk3y9HiSI/AAAAAAAAHdc/HexSeo2ppHE/s1600/lexie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1nQArvZYds/Thuk3y9HiSI/AAAAAAAAHdc/HexSeo2ppHE/s400/lexie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628273437807446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet sister.  So happy to be spending the weekend with her!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So that is that.  It seems like a lifetime ago.  Before babies, marriages, and moves. &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/6324928702724007594-1720747175880651236?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1720747175880651236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/4-years-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1720747175880651236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1720747175880651236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/4-years-later.html' title='4 years later....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RaUBNU9U3o/ThullMYdbYI/AAAAAAAAHeU/1JBasl9ovhU/s72-c/v9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-8203957836778848744</id><published>2011-07-10T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:02:52.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess much</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/10/5772.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/10/s_5772.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Harper's mommy or daddy have her today??? I'll give you one guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 3-4 straight weeks, without jinxing myself, I'm a 4 day a week worker! I did have to go in for an hour or so Friday but that's okay. I hope this trend continues. I'm slowly allowing myself to realize that things don't fall apart without me and that even if I miss a new case or 10 new cases, it's going to be a-okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the other bridesmaids threw Jamie a bridal shower today and it was so much fun. I'll try and post up pics soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-8203957836778848744?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8203957836778848744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/mess-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8203957836778848744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/8203957836778848744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/mess-much.html' title='Mess much'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-3716083905045940459</id><published>2011-07-07T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:53:47.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas in 1 week!</title><content type='html'>So, this girl will be in Vegas one week from today! I really have mixed emotions.  I am oh so excited but I will be gone from Harper from Thursday-Sunday.  That is like 4 times longer than I have ever been away from her.  My record is just over 12 hours.  I am just hoping that I can have a good time and not be totally consumed with missing her and what she is doing.  I know its silly and boy I sure never thought I would be that mom, but I just enjoy her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridesmaid heading up the trip made the cutest powerpoint presentation of our trip! I tried and tried to get it to load on here so you could see the cute graphic but that didn't happen, so here is our itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Details for Jamie’s Bachelorette Bash!&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Thursday: Dinner @ N9NE 8pm in the Palms &amp;amp; Clubbing at Tryst N9NE 8pm&lt;br /&gt;10:30 -at the WynnFriday&lt;br /&gt;–6pm Bachelorette Party with Games and &amp;amp; SURPRISE for Jamie!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner 8pm at Shibuya in the MGM Grand, &amp;amp; Clubbing @Marquee Bachelorette Party! Everyone Wear Black dresses! BACHELORETTE SURPRISE! Bachelorette games Bachelorette Party Attire (provided by Jenn &amp;amp; Steph) and a Signature drink!&lt;br /&gt;Shibuya 8pm-Japanese/Sushi/Steak They have a ladies night out option that is $54 dollars (min 8 girls) that includes 4 courses and complimentary welcome drinks +50% off all other cocktails and VIP Access to other MGM clubsAfter Dinner-Ladies Night out also includes a VIP escort to Rouge (MGM Lounge)with another round of free drinks and 50% off bottle service&lt;br /&gt;•After Rouge we get another VIP escort to Studio 54 with free cover and 50% off bottle service (if requested)Marquee11:30 Marquee is not to far from the MGM Grand. Saturday–Poolside Cabana/Couch @ Encore Beach Club 10am-4pm &amp;amp; 7pm Dinner@ Gardunos(Mexican) in the Palms Hotel and after dinner drinks @ Ghost Bar also in the Palms HotelGardunos7pm-http://www.palms.com/dining/las-vegas-gardunos-mexican/Ghost Bar or Moon 10pm: in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just copied and pasted, but you get the idea! Lots of eating and dancing! The thing I am looking most forward to is that through a friend of one of the girls we were able to score a bed/cabana/something or other at Encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited, I sure didn't ever see Jamie getting married and so we have to do it up right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went to Vegas was 5 years ago right after I passed the bar, so its been long overdue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-3716083905045940459?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3716083905045940459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/vegas-in-1-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3716083905045940459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3716083905045940459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/vegas-in-1-week.html' title='Vegas in 1 week!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-425904380646481408</id><published>2011-07-05T17:22:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:53:13.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/05/5219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/05/s_5219.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harper stayed sick Thursday, Friday and Saturday.  She felt better Saturday but still wasn't perfect.  Sunday I held her out of church but only b/c she started developing a weird rash over her legs.  The other baby at the sitter, Brock, had the same thing and the doctor had told them it was fine and just meant it was viral so I wasn't too worried. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Around noon, my mom asked if Lexie and I wanted to go stay the night somewhere.  We threw around Hot Springs, Mount Magazine and Eureka Springs.  We settled on Eureka.  Closer and always interesting.  All the hotels we had stayed at before were booked and they had one room left at The New Orleans Hotel.  It ended up being super nice.  We got there early afternoon and checked in to the hotel and went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/05/5220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/05/s_5220.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They always have some very interesting shops.  Around 7 we went to the Rogue Manor for dinner.  It was fabulous! I had Seafood Casserole, which had lobster, scallops, and crab baked in cheese and other pieces of wonderfulness.  It came with blue cheese mashed potatoes, which were out of this world! The only bad part of the meal was my little hellion. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week or so, she has turned a corner into terrible 2s.  I guess they start in the 2nd year, not when they hit 2 b/c we are so there! It is just her way or the highway, right now.  Like at the restaurant, she had eaten on the bread we could shove down her and she wanted down so she could run around.  When we wouldn't let her, she screamed, like loud scream.  This is her new weapon, shrieking screams when things are going her way.  She wants to go outside, I say no, she screams.  I take away something from her, SCREAMS! Repeat.  I know its just a phase and she is so much fun and happy but I just don't intend to eat out again for a long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/05/5221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/05/s_5221.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday we just shopped some more, how a big breakfast, shopped some more and then headed home.  It was lots of fun.  I love getting to hang out with my sister.  I just wish she would move back. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Work was horrible today, taking off for 4 days equals disaster when I get back.  Just lots to do, lots of calls, lots of appointment.  Basically a big blur with no lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/05/5222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/05/s_5222.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have been getting lots of questions on my opinion as to the Casey Anthony trial.  Was I surprised? Yes.  Did the jury get it right? No. Was there reasonable doubt? No. Was there doubt? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable doubt is so hard to explain and ever harder to understand but pretty much it does not mean that there is NO DOUBT, just no doubt that passes the common sense factor.  Juries struggle with any doubt and think any doubt means reasonable doubt, not the case.  I think the prosecutor did not go into reasonable doubt enough.  I also thought they needed to stick with a manner of death, they let the jury figure that out, saying there were a few different ways she could have been killed but all roads lead to Casey.  You should never make juries pick something this crucial.  It leads to the reasonable doubt problem. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do I think Casey killed Caylee? Yes.  How? I am not positive but I do not think it was premeditated.  Another bad move by the prosecution.  This was not a pre-mediated case, thus not a death penalty case.  There was really no evidence that anything had been premeditated which, I think, made the jury think that were over reaching there, maybe they are over reaching on all the counts.  Not good.   Back to how she did it, I think she was giving her xanax, which she had(prosecution didn't mention), it ran out(2-3 months prior to death), she needed another way to sedate Caylee(Caylee was not a great sleeper, Cindy mentioned this 2 years ago in a deposition, another item not mentioned by the prosecutor) so, she started to research and found the chloroform to sedate her either to help her sleep or to knock her out so Casey could go out, she gave her too much, Caylee dies.  Casey knows her body will test positive for Chloroform so she knows she has to hide her, sticks her in the trunk until she figures it out, few days later throws it in the ditch and goes about her business.  That is my take. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the hole though, I thought the prosecution did really really good.  Just a tough loss.  Juries are crazy.  That is why you never know what they are going to do.  I love jury trials.  They are the most fascinating part pf our judicial system. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/05/5223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/05/s_5223.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-425904380646481408?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/425904380646481408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/425904380646481408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/425904380646481408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-6506717849727700717</id><published>2011-07-02T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:00:43.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick girl</title><content type='html'>I had the longest post from yesterday that failed to post! Too lazy to re-type.  Have a sick little girl. She's actually much better today but not back to normal. She took 5 hours worth of naps! I got to watch The Proposal, Knight and Day, Julia and Julie, Hall Pass and the In Crowd. Lots of being super lazy. Got to go visit with my oldest and closest friend in the entire works, Laura. The a quick visit with another great friend, Sara. Then my sister came over to watch movies after Harper went to bed. Busy day of nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/02/4969.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/02/s_4969.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, Harper is loving baby dolls right now so her sweet daddy went to get her a new one. This is what he comes home with??? Where's the rest of her??? God love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome just started so movie número 6! Just got hbo can you tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-6506717849727700717?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6506717849727700717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/sick-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6506717849727700717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/6506717849727700717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/sick-girl.html' title='Sick girl'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7495000962059727410</id><published>2011-06-28T18:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:10:21.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>My birthday was this weekend. 29!!! Eeeek, last one with a 2 in the front.  On to the 3s next year! Nothing too exciting to report on the birthday front, I took it very easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4547.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="187" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my auto correct fail moment! How funny is Jamie! She didn't miss a best while I was pooping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4548.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was my sweet gift from my sweet husband. This is the new view from my bath tub! Now I have a water pillow and I can just lay down and watch tv to unwind for the day! Love! Love! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4549.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake from my momma- delish! My friend, Sara, made me a insanely delicious cake. She knows I love maple bars so she made a cake that tasted just like a maple bar! Best thing ever. Saturday we went to an early dinner at landry's and that's it, very low key and quiet! We made somewhat plans to go listen to my favorite singer Saturday night but when it came down to it, we just didn't have it in us and it was wayyyy to hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I love blog press! It's an app so now I can blog from my phone. So, this blog will probably now only include iPhone pics now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is coming in Thursday! I took off again Friday, so I'll have a 4 day weekend. I plan on taking off a day a week the rest of summer and potentially forever. Not sure yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won a big case today so I'm super pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still oh so hot! Why did I chose a career where I have to wear suits?!?! Why oh why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7495000962059727410?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7495000962059727410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-too-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7495000962059727410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7495000962059727410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-too-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5711303199166248872</id><published>2011-06-24T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T18:21:09.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curler Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/24/4781.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/24/s_4781.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I tried the sponge rollers on Harper! She was so good while they were in. When her hair gets longer it will be super cute. I remember sleeping in pink sponge rollers every Saturday night for church on Sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/24/4782.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/24/s_4782.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very good friend, Amanda had her baby this week. His name is Bennett and he's a doll! Another sweet friend of mine, Sarah, had the most precious little girl, Ruby. She's adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper had a little photoshoot today. We had a great time. We even had a mud pit! Too bad she hated it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-5711303199166248872?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5711303199166248872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/curler-cutie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5711303199166248872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5711303199166248872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/curler-cutie.html' title='Curler Cutie'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5380467842250090159</id><published>2011-06-23T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:52:34.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller</title><content type='html'>Sweet Miller lost his battle with SMA today. My heart hurts for Pat and Meredith.  I have some very fun memories with those 2. I just keep thinking of how happy those 2 have always been and wonder if they'll ever be truly happy again.  I guess you just take it day by day.  Praying for y'all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-5380467842250090159?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5380467842250090159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/miller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5380467842250090159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5380467842250090159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/miller.html' title='Miller'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7455313941010785262</id><published>2011-06-22T12:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:58:46.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray!</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned my sweet friends, Patrick and Meredith, before, but a quick recap of their story.  They had a beautiful baby boy in March.  They thought it was perfectly healthy.  Around the 3 week mark, Meredith knew something was not right, he was very floppy and having trouble breathing so they went to their pediatrician who immediately sent them to Arkansas Children's Hospital were Miller was diagnozed with an extremely rare form of Muscular Dystrophy.  They were told he would not make it very long.  Now at not even 3 months old he has taken a horrible turn for the worse.  They are headed to a place in Northwest Arkansas called the Hospice House were they will make Miller and their family comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go &lt;a href="http://colecrews.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to Meredith's blog and let her know you are praying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please pray so hard for this family, pray for strength, understanding and comfort.  I can't imagine.  My heart is breaking in two right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-7455313941010785262?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7455313941010785262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-pray.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7455313941010785262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7455313941010785262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-5253524453490736006</id><published>2011-06-20T18:02:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:58:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this doesn't....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRWoBvLpjGY/TgAAp74p4_I/AAAAAAAAHdU/kFgZm0nSppg/s1600/dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRWoBvLpjGY/TgAAp74p4_I/AAAAAAAAHdU/kFgZm0nSppg/s400/dock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620493055408333810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make you smile, nothing will!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is where we sit EVERY NIGHT! I don't think we've missed a night in weeks, her daddy is usually watering something or driving the tractor around us, we just sit and feed the fish and the ducks.  We dip our feet in and Harper usually eventually dips her whole body in, what do you expect she is a country girl! We are loving summer, even though its pretty dang hot!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father's day was so much fun.  Shawn had wanted a spray rig to go on the back of his four wheeler so we went over to Atwoods to pick it up.  While there we realized that all of their HUGE trees were 75% off! We ended up buying them out! Sutherland's also had there trees way discounted so we got some Oaks, Ash, Cypress, Maple, Weeping Willow and I might be missing a few.   As you can see by the below picture, it took 1 1/2 hours to get home! There were too many to lay down, glad Shawn was driving! He only hit one powerline! EEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOZePM4Dc2s/TgAAdZPNg_I/AAAAAAAAHdM/mEqm9cGcuNM/s1600/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOZePM4Dc2s/TgAAdZPNg_I/AAAAAAAAHdM/mEqm9cGcuNM/s400/trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620492839949272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! If that picture doesn't make you laugh too, nothing will!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A really exciting tidbit, 7 months ago, I started doing Dave Ramsey's steps to financial freedom.  I have always been super good with money and a big saver, but I realized when I got my new job last August that my income doubled but after 3 months, I had not put a penny more in savings than I had making much less.  I would astounded.  I was making good money before, but then I started making great money and wasn't changing anything about my saving or had I paid my bills.  I was buying alot more fun stuff though! &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/new/baby-steps/"&gt;Here are the STEPS!&lt;/a&gt; They are so simple and I realized within a month of doing the steps, I had saved triple what I had been each month and able to pay extra on our bills.  We didn't have many bills and didn't have credit cards so don't think it 7 months a miracle has happened, but we are officially on step 6! The only debts we have are our home mortgage and my student loan.  Student loans are looked at in the same categories as home mortgage, and supposedly "good debt" but I hate it! Anywho, we have no car payment, no tractor payment, no 4 wheeler payment, not a penny of credit card debt, nada! Its a great feeling.  Also, every time we pay off a debt, instead of having that extra money we put it either in savings, on the mortgage, or on the school loans.  If we continue to pay what we are paying on our house we will have it paid off in 19 years! So, once we get my school loan paid off if we put that on the home, it will be paid off in like 12 years! We have doubled what we are putting in retirement, starting Harper her college account and I know this seems super weird, but I feel like we have more money to spend on fun things!?!?!? How is that possible!?!?! I think its because you pay attention more to what you are spending! I am hoping in 20 years we can both be retired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0CV2c71tv0/Tf__Gk2-h9I/AAAAAAAAHc8/X65AMx5KGYU/s1600/photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0CV2c71tv0/Tf__Gk2-h9I/AAAAAAAAHc8/X65AMx5KGYU/s400/photo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620491348420233170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harper v. Chocolate Pudding&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Harper -0, Chocolate Pudding - 1&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, Harper is a fabulous sleeper, awesome napper, a great all around baby and I am sure I will never have another one this easy......BUT, you knew a BUT was coming....she is becoming a not good eater.  She has always been a great eater, would eat anything, loved veggies, loved ANYTHING! Now, veggies are not good.  Pretty much over the past 2 weeks, if its not mac/cheese or mashed potatoes, it gets thrown in the floor.  Help, puhlease???? I am adding cheese to veggies and she will eat some, sometimes, but then it starts getting chunked in the floor.  I mean, seriously, if you could see my floor after dinner, you would DIE! I am starting to get stressed.  She also is not eating fruits like she use to either, she still loves bananas, but everything else is touch and go.  The only meal she eats really good is breakfast and she tears some food up! Can a child survive on breakfast alone??? I mean she eats at every meal, but I just do not know where my good eater went. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I am getting worried about is milk.  She is still in love with my breastmilk and the supply is dwindling.  Its weird, its sort of like Jesus and the Fish and Bread, when Jesus fed 5,000, that is what is happening with my milk supply, I keep thinking we are on my last bag full and there is always another bag underneath.  I think within a month I will be done and she does not like regular milk near as much, so that will probably be the next crisis!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Back to food, I am making a vow to cook better meals, I keep thinking if my food was better, she would be eating better.  Which is weird b/c my cooking is not the best, but its not bad at all.   I have had a few recipes I have been wanting to try, so this was first up, &lt;a href="http://kellyskornerrecipes.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicken-breast-supreme.html"&gt;Chicken Supreme.&lt;/a&gt;  Let me tell you it was D.E.L.I.S.H! I even made it LOWER fat, I used healthier, lower sodium bacon, 98% reduced fat Cream of Mushroom and LowFat Sour Cream.  I can't imagine how it would have tasted with full fat! It was great.  The sauce was not as think since I didn't use the fatty versions but still OH.SO.GOOD! I then kept up with the fabulousness and made a squash casserole, which is just squash, EVOO, stuffing mix and cream of mushroom.  Its always so good and squash is one of my favorites.  Harper didn't care for any of it, but Shawn and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As always, I go back to my rut of chicken casseroles but there is nothing I love more than a good chicken casserole!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was one of my best friend, Jamie's, wedding showers.  It was actually thrown by her mother in law, sort of a sip and see.  The soon to be mother in law wanted all of her friends to meet her soon to be daughter in law.  So, it was all a bunch of old women and a few of her bridemaids that could make it.  Our job was to make small talk with women twice our age and not to mention these are all "old money" women.  Can you say nothing in common!!!! I was actually pleasantly surprised how down to earth these women were, I loved talking with them actually, I sat by the Sr. Federal Judge of the Western District of Arkansas' wife, intimating much!  She was just a country girl with a really nice set of pearls on! So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61jc98D7eeY/Tf_97M0K3-I/AAAAAAAAHc0/4AZeLK6hXW4/s1600/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61jc98D7eeY/Tf_97M0K3-I/AAAAAAAAHc0/4AZeLK6hXW4/s400/shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620490053475819490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth(due in a few weeks), Nicole, Jamie, Ashley, Me. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These girls are so sweet and we just have the best time.  I cannot wait for Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdDULIHlbco/Tf_8x8YTeuI/AAAAAAAAHcs/xm-iljtEUuE/s1600/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdDULIHlbco/Tf_8x8YTeuI/AAAAAAAAHcs/xm-iljtEUuE/s400/photo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620488794933525218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunch shower was at River Grille which is a fabulous restaurant and the brunch had all different sorts of amazing quiches, croissants(pronounced craaasa'nt at the brunch, HA!), fruit, pastries and lots more. I ate and ate and ate.  I really wanted another plate and got permission from my friend beside me that its a-okay to get a 2nd plate! My kinda gal!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The drink of the brunch was mimosas of course, but with fresh fruit inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzyu-8sbQaM/Tf_8EB3GesI/AAAAAAAAHck/-stEUxEDPug/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzyu-8sbQaM/Tf_8EB3GesI/AAAAAAAAHck/-stEUxEDPug/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620488006130891458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-5253524453490736006?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5253524453490736006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-this-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5253524453490736006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/5253524453490736006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-this-doesnt.html' title='If this doesn&apos;t....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRWoBvLpjGY/TgAAp74p4_I/AAAAAAAAHdU/kFgZm0nSppg/s72-c/dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-3487329184414122710</id><published>2011-06-15T18:21:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T18:50:15.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper is 14 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnrAWeQdcz4/TflrDmrUHPI/AAAAAAAAHcc/hINxZSBIAkk/s1600/June2011%2B092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnrAWeQdcz4/TflrDmrUHPI/AAAAAAAAHcc/hINxZSBIAkk/s400/June2011%2B092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618639719787404530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet, precious little girl is 14 months old!(yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You weight 23 1/2 lbs and you are 31 3/4 inches tall.   Every time we go to the doctor she says you are going to be tall, I am not so sure with the height of your mom and day, but we will see.  The nurse told me at 2 years and good indicator of height is to multiply that number, so if that is true, it looks like you will at least be 5'3".  ha!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You wear 18 month and 24 month clothes, size 4 shoe, sometimes a 5&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You STILL only have 2 teeth on the bottom, your front top left tooth is about to poke through.  You don't act like it hurts so hopefully that will continue. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't sure at first what to think of Mr. Catfish but then you wanted to hold him!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are a ball of energy.  You hit the ground running and don't slow down&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You understand so much, it amazes me the things you know.  I can ask you most simple questions and you answer me, I say "Go get a diaper" you walk into the room and try to reach for a diaper, "Do you want a snack" you walk to the pantry" and the list goes on and on.  Your favorite is, "Do you want to go outside?" and you run to the door and squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkX3ZsaGyUg/TflqfIelinI/AAAAAAAAHcU/eyVmJ_FEZJw/s1600/June2011%2B095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkX3ZsaGyUg/TflqfIelinI/AAAAAAAAHcU/eyVmJ_FEZJw/s400/June2011%2B095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618639093205666418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say lots of things, the usual and side(means outside), ball, nack(snack), eat, drink, and things like that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You said your first sentence this month, you said bye bye dadda! It was precious, your daddy couldn't leave you after you said it. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are getting quite the temper, you really REALLY like things your way.  We will work on that down the road&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its your first month since we weaned and we both handled it pretty well.  You better than me.  I was going to replace that nursing with a bottle but I decided not too, now we eat dinner around 6, and at bedtime I make sure you have a good drink of water and we lay you in bed pretty much wide away and you are asleep within a few minutes.  You are still a great sleeper.  You sleep between 11 1/2 - 12 hours.  Bedtime is still at 745-8 and you wake up between 715-815 most days&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you are home you take 2 naps at 1030 and 230.  They usually last about an hour.  At this sitter you take one nap at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-vrCaa41l0/Tflp66uuRPI/AAAAAAAAHcM/QUPtVWeFVR8/s1600/June2011%2B103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-vrCaa41l0/Tflp66uuRPI/AAAAAAAAHcM/QUPtVWeFVR8/s400/June2011%2B103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618638471039960306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat whatever you want.  The only food you have not had is honey and we will wait until you are 2 to try that.  You are becoming slightly stubborn with what you want.  I try to explain to you that macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes do not meet all the requisite food groups.  I have been having to either give you veggies first and let you eat some of those or mixing them with a side dish, like corn in the mashed potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You still love love love outside.  You love the dogs, you love the cat and you love duck, duck, goose.  You watch deer and squirrels.  You love going for rides on the 4wheeler.  You just point around and talk about what you see. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is your favorite thing in the world to do! You love the waterpark, the creek, the pond and your kiddie pool.  Just put you in water.  Next summer I will have you swimming!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You love to spin around like a ballerina, the girls at the sitter taught you this.  I am going to put you in gymnastics next year too.  You will absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much and thank God everyday for you and that you are healthy, happy, and growing.  You are a miracle sent from God and are so so loved. &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/6324928702724007594-3487329184414122710?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3487329184414122710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/harper-is-14-months-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3487329184414122710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3487329184414122710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/harper-is-14-months-old.html' title='Harper is 14 months old!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnrAWeQdcz4/TflrDmrUHPI/AAAAAAAAHcc/hINxZSBIAkk/s72-c/June2011%2B092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-1818270441345541306</id><published>2011-06-14T18:25:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:46:32.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLMtFSOh4jw/TfgYvWJUjcI/AAAAAAAAHcE/sQVXMAecQ_w/s1600/eli2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLMtFSOh4jw/TfgYvWJUjcI/AAAAAAAAHcE/sQVXMAecQ_w/s400/eli2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618267736822287810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday my good friend, Sara, her husband, and I met a few of our friends at the Eli Young Band concert.  I love them so I was super excited to go.  I waited until the very last minute to go, but then thru on my clothes and they came over and picked me up! Shawn stayed home with Harper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DosSX-a9PZ4/TfgYi0Ex6-I/AAAAAAAAHb0/F-oLfvuoock/s1600/eli3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DosSX-a9PZ4/TfgYi0Ex6-I/AAAAAAAAHb0/F-oLfvuoock/s400/eli3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618267521518005218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade, me, and Sara.  We got there early and had a yummy dinner.  I even tried tamales and they were pretty tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c05ymjvSZso/TfgYcOgSJJI/AAAAAAAAHbs/SH3AoKr0rx8/s1600/eli5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c05ymjvSZso/TfgYcOgSJJI/AAAAAAAAHbs/SH3AoKr0rx8/s400/eli5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618267408353600658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our picture taken with the lead singer, Mike Eli.  Yep, that is a pink bra I have on.  Trying to keep in classy.  I had no idea it was showing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c07GAEeAMlM/TfgYWTQCf8I/AAAAAAAAHbk/6DMyR2QDAvI/s1600/eli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c07GAEeAMlM/TfgYWTQCf8I/AAAAAAAAHbk/6DMyR2QDAvI/s400/eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618267306548428738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super hot before the sun went down, in case you are wondering why I am glistening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ1mOPTuCI4/TfgYOSGDAsI/AAAAAAAAHbc/dUkmZTgQP0w/s1600/eli4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ1mOPTuCI4/TfgYOSGDAsI/AAAAAAAAHbc/dUkmZTgQP0w/s400/eli4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618267168799130306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed house!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, this week has been fast and furious and its only Tuesday.  Summer is a very very busy time in my line of work.  Today I had a big trial that I had was super excited and ready to try, it was a criminal matter and my client would not take any plea, for good reason, she didn't do what she was being accused of.  As most know, the defense has an uphill battle against the defense, but I was super excited when I heard that Not Guilty verdict!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had Carrie vs. the IRS vs. Carrie.  I think I mentioned it before but for a few months the little known entity known as the IRS has been claiming that I owe them $400ish dollars.  I have made numerous calls, sent numerous letters, paid my account close to that amount to prove I didn't owe it and they still would not see my side of things, so I finally requested a hearing.  Everyone says why don't you just pay this money and I tell them over my dead body! I will go to the pokey before I pay them money I do not owe, I pay the IRS alot of money, after my taxes, employees taxes, unemployment taxes, workman's compensation taxes, social security, medicare taxes and whatever else, I was not paying it.  So, after never getting anyone to even look at my records of my payments, after I requested a hearing I get a call from a nice lady, in the local office(I've been trying to get someone to talk to me there for MONTHS!) anywho, she set up an appointment with me and look over what I had.  I had the meeting today and after I left the meeting today she was able to see that I did not owe the money! She was so nice. She then calls me back later in the afternoon and said it looks like I might even be getting money back for an overpayment and she would let me know more tomorrow! How INSANE is that! Moral of this story - stick to your guns and keep receipts and, I guess, that not everyone at the IRS is bad. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I go to VEGAS in exactly 1 month! We are planning some super fun things! I can't wait, I am just super nervous about leaving Harper for those 3 nights! EEK!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On another super exciting note, my sister will be here in 2 weeks! oh, and she is going to Vegas with us now too!&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/6324928702724007594-1818270441345541306?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1818270441345541306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1818270441345541306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/1818270441345541306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/concert.html' title='Concert!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLMtFSOh4jw/TfgYvWJUjcI/AAAAAAAAHcE/sQVXMAecQ_w/s72-c/eli2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-7445763761997731452</id><published>2011-06-12T18:08:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:05:47.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know where to begin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8v__HQT6-nk/TfV1m1THufI/AAAAAAAAHbU/DLdyJqLM-Yc/s1600/May2011%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8v__HQT6-nk/TfV1m1THufI/AAAAAAAAHbU/DLdyJqLM-Yc/s400/May2011%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617525420217317874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps flying by, pictures keep piling up, and I am way behind....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am not even sure what pictures I have posted and which ones I have not!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with these few!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWFIgmspDvE/TfV0haDYQ3I/AAAAAAAAHbM/UEm93tFJfek/s1600/May2011%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWFIgmspDvE/TfV0haDYQ3I/AAAAAAAAHbM/UEm93tFJfek/s400/May2011%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617524227492561778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to church!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened the past week, good and bad.  One of my best friends' father passed away, work is so busy I leave with my head spinning, its HOT, Shawn is having to work alot, and Harper just keeps growing like a weed&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We have been spending so much time outside.  I have been getting off around 4pm most days, my mom picked up Harper on alot of days so I go to my parents and get her, and we eat an early dinner there if its a day Shawn is working until 7, like really early 430 sometimes! lol.  OLD! Then we head home and we either walk down to the pond or ride the 4wheeler and feed DDG.  Now, Duck, Duck, Goose have started following us back to the house and we can't get them to leave.  I think they think they are dogs or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sAyLDv92ls/TfVz8e41xvI/AAAAAAAAHbE/5pCK3rMnLa0/s1600/June2011%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sAyLDv92ls/TfVz8e41xvI/AAAAAAAAHbE/5pCK3rMnLa0/s400/June2011%2B043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617523593135376114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then load a bucket with corn and leave out corn for the deer.  So many new mommas out there they need all their nutrients.  Yesterday we saw 15 bucks, some already had nice antlers so we can't wait to watch them grow over the next few months!  Harper watches them and points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u1tiAbHPqM/TfVzF8ARksI/AAAAAAAAHa8/BCZVeVg6hfI/s1600/June2011%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u1tiAbHPqM/TfVzF8ARksI/AAAAAAAAHa8/BCZVeVg6hfI/s400/June2011%2B045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617522656058380994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went with our good friends, Sara and Lance to watch the Eli Young Band.  Shawn stayed at home with the Little Girl.  We had a great time.  They put on a super good show.  When we were leaving, we saw the lead singer hanging out outside in the back of the place, close to where we had parked so we walked up and we got our picture with him.  It felt just like in my younger years when we always went back stage and got our pictures with the bad! ha! lifetime ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyQLytE7iyc/TfVyQFfANnI/AAAAAAAAHa0/dkzdxTyWrTk/s1600/June2011%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyQLytE7iyc/TfVyQFfANnI/AAAAAAAAHa0/dkzdxTyWrTk/s400/June2011%2B026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617521730890249842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not a precious, beautiful face!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I took off around noon.  H had her follow up ear appointment in the morning so her daddy took her.  Her ears look great, but she had a wet diaper so before the doctor came in he wanted to change it, so he started changing it but she decided that she would start pooping and pooping is what she did.  It apparently went everywhere and the doctor walks in and she is still poo'ing and she comes over and tries to help him.  He was slightly embarrassed.  He is so sweet though, I was actually still laying in bed when he had to get her up and ready so he got her all ready and had her in a cute dress and put a bow in her hair and took her.  He might be the best father ever.  He just does it all without evening asking.  He then had to take her to get her blood drawn, apparently she has to do it before her 15 month appointment.  Glad I missed that part.  She came home with lots of toys from the lab girls, Shawn said they loved her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIz8_eiKtcQ/TfVxoRitT6I/AAAAAAAAHas/iXD7yP1098w/s1600/June2011%2B072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIz8_eiKtcQ/TfVxoRitT6I/AAAAAAAAHas/iXD7yP1098w/s400/June2011%2B072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617521046932246434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper at the water park!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had Harper's sitter boyfriend's 1st birthday party(Brock) and his older brother, Colten's, 6th birthday party.  It was fire truck/fireman theme and I will ask their momma if I can steal some of her pictures to post them on her.  It was adorable.  I have been to all of Colten's birthday parties, except 1, I think, and she always has the cutest ideas.  With those 2 boys, maybe this girl does need a wittle boy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet friend, Lindsey, had her little boy and he started feeling yucky throughout the party so she took him home and shortly after that he got sick and has been running over 103 since then.   Poor little guy.  Hopefully he will be feeling all better soon! Sick little ones are so sad, you just feel helpless :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a crazy whirlwind.  My parents had Avery so we packed up the kiddos and headed down to this nearby creek.  We took those 2 down there 1 year ago almost 2 the day.  Harper was so teeny! I got some cute pictures and I can't wait to compare how much she has changed.  We went back to my parents and my bro and sister in law came down and we had a cookout, then H and I came home and did our animal feedings before Shawn got home from work. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think that covers it, I would recap last weekend, but I am not even sure what I did!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has had a great weekend!&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/6324928702724007594-7445763761997731452?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7445763761997731452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-even-know-where-to-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7445763761997731452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/7445763761997731452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-even-know-where-to-begin.html' title='I don&apos;t even know where to begin....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8v__HQT6-nk/TfV1m1THufI/AAAAAAAAHbU/DLdyJqLM-Yc/s72-c/May2011%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324928702724007594.post-3664398800590093561</id><published>2011-06-07T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T13:04:39.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Check out my friend's blog right &lt;a href="http://laurengraceboutique.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  She designs custom kids and baby outfits! All her things are so fabulous!!! She is doing a great giveaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6324928702724007594-3664398800590093561?l=pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3664398800590093561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3664398800590093561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6324928702724007594/posts/default/3664398800590093561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcamogirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912309215000301004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5c6l-TXNs/SpLmeg1Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9efot5LiACs/S220/aresize5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
