<?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-3018442170078117730</id><updated>2011-12-03T21:31:09.128-08:00</updated><category term='Christmas Countdown'/><title type='text'>My Pinky Toes Family</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is going to be used to follow the life and emotions of the Ramirez Clan. Mulitiple people say we should have our own TV show cause our family is like a small circus. LOL so this is as good as it is going to get. I need a place as a mom to write down the things about my girls that I don't want to forget and the things my husband says that make me laugh so hard I have to run to the bathroom. This will be the place I vent about my life and hopefully encourage a few other mamas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-5416967375214815232</id><published>2011-12-03T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:02:52.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainy Rose Tea Room</title><content type='html'>Ladies! It is up and ready to roll! The calendar is already filling up so please don't wait to call or email me to reserve your date! 620.481.7851 or &lt;a href="mailto:therainyrose@gmail.com"&gt;therainyrose@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weekends are the most popular time to host a party we do recommend that you consider contacting us about a month in advance, however that is not saying that we would not be able to figure out a closer date if needed! I will also be allowing weeknight parties, on selected nights and weekdays in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each party will be styled based on the age of the birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an initial deposit required at the time of booking. Once the date has been selected, the party can only be postponed. As a mother, I understand things don't always go as planned. I will work with you to find a new date that will work for everyone's schedule! The remaining of the balance will be due on the day of the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mini Lady Tea: (recommended for 3-4yrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min # of guest: 6 Max # of guest: 12&lt;br /&gt;Price: $110 (+$12 for each additional guest past 6)&lt;br /&gt;Party Includes: Decorated Tea Time Table, 1.5 hours of entertainment, Served Tea (or Lemonade) and snack, Dressup Time, Fashion Show, Group Photo for the Birthday Girl, Storytime and MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Class Tea: (recommened for 5-8yrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min # of guest: 8 Max # of guest: 18&lt;br /&gt;Price $130 (+$12 for each additional guest past 8)&lt;br /&gt;Party Includes: All from Mini Tea, in addition: 2 hours of entertainment, Beauty Session, and a Craft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sophisticated Tea: (recommened for 5-8yrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min # of guest: 8 Max # of guest: 18&lt;br /&gt;Price $150 ( +$12 for each additional guest past 8)&lt;br /&gt;Party Includes: All from First Class Tea, in addition: Party Invitations and Group Photo for all guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spa Party!: (recommened for 6-12yrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min # of guest: 8 Max # of guest: 18&lt;br /&gt;Price $150 ( +$12 for each additional guest past 8)&lt;br /&gt;Party Includes: Decorated Themed Table, 2 hours of entertainment, Party Invitations, Drinks and Snack, Face Mask (including cucumbers:), Nail Polish, Choice of Craft, Group Photo for each guest, and MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easy Breezy Tea: (recommended for all ages)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min # of guest: 5 Max: 15&lt;br /&gt;Price: $15 per guest&lt;br /&gt;Party Includes: 1 hour of entertainment, decorated table, served Tea (or Lemonade) and snack, Dress Up Time and MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holiday Party!: ( recommened for all ages)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Only available certain times of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min # of guest: 6 Max # of guest: 18&lt;br /&gt;Price: $100 ( +$10 for each additional guest past 6)&lt;br /&gt;Party Includes: 1 hour of entertainment, decorated table, served drink, food craft, holiday realated activity and MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Space Rental: We are opening our space for baby/bridal showers, girls night out, meetings, holiday parties or any other activites that you may come up with!&lt;/span&gt; Starting at $45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so look forward to making your little lady's birthday one she will never forget! Thanks for taking a look and I can't wait to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also making big plans to offer over the summer! Keep checking back for updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-5416967375214815232?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5416967375214815232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/rainy-rose-tea-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/5416967375214815232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/5416967375214815232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/rainy-rose-tea-room.html' title='The Rainy Rose Tea Room'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-3825049423897248756</id><published>2011-11-15T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:56:11.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Countdown'/><title type='text'>Christmas Craft Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that I am going to do a blog, actually 15 to be exact on Christmas Projects that I do until Christmas!! This First one rocks my socks off, and I didn't make it. HA! My mom came down for the day to help me decorate the store. I will show pictures of that on another blog... However, I had to have a KIM MOORE exclusive Wreath for my door at the store! When I was a little girl, I remember watching my mom make wreaths for friends and others during the holiday season. This was my big year, I will now have the coolest wreath on my storefront! OH YA! If you haven't seen pictures or been to my store, I have white and black striped walls and HOT pink floors so for Christmas I knew I wanted FUN COLOR, FEATHERS and GLITTER and I got just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First things first... little helpers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675402217681439058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn7wkgzxU4I/TsMUP1ZdyVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YdJQFIGI5fo/s400/wreath5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The woman took a $2 wreath from Walmart to start... I had a photo but I can't find my cord for the computer... Just picture a $2, thin, crappy 20inch wreath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we had this decorative wired netting...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675401913168056834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VuUnsxfzMD8/TsMT-G_0UgI/AAAAAAAAA_E/PmirsJgFXxA/s400/wreath4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I had found tons of odd little things that I thought maybe, just maybe, the master would approve and she DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675402859415083122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kHPvJnl-yOg/TsMU1MCsGHI/AAAAAAAAA_c/dZmHVk2D4Dc/s400/wreath3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY mom! Basically, the coolest mom anyone could have worked for, ummm, under 15minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675403479301894578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slBOmjhCsW4/TsMVZRTOMbI/AAAAAAAAA_o/soqs7lX33aA/s400/wreath1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND POOF! I am the VERY PROUD owner of a Kim Moore original! You know how cool she is?? She has even donated one for me to auction off at our spa night! DON'T miss out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is going to ROCK on my Hot Pink Door at the shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675405948519698770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KmQCueB5teE/TsMXo_2n0VI/AAAAAAAABAM/EWwPh_gGk6M/s400/wreath-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3018442170078117730-3825049423897248756?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3825049423897248756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-craft-countdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/3825049423897248756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/3825049423897248756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-craft-countdown.html' title='Christmas Craft Countdown!'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn7wkgzxU4I/TsMUP1ZdyVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YdJQFIGI5fo/s72-c/wreath5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-282017960773062873</id><published>2011-09-29T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:01:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know MY name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I was simply &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to Pandora while I was working on bows and a song I have heard, 1,000,000 times played...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you want to continue to think that I am perfect and never have a weak moment in my life then DO NOT continue cause you might eat just a little bit of truth... There is your warning :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am TIRED! You have have those moments, days, weeks, months where you are just tired? (I am not talking about physically, however I find that to be a common side effect.) I have been tired, emotionally and spiritually drained, these last few days or weeks. I just feel like life and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;busYness&lt;/span&gt; I involve myself in have me wrapped and I can't breathe... that kind of tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I am not one who normally expresses when I am feeling defeated, however, I feel like this is something I am suppose to share cause I believe I am not the only momma out there who has been there. We... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;... I have gotten so good at putting on my mask every morning that I don't even realize that I am doing it anymore. Until God takes a simple phrase, one that seems over used at times and brings me to a humble and broken place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been SCREAMING, "Where are you?!? Don't you see me down here? Have you forgotten about me? Or do you even care?? I am trying my best... just so you're aware!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A song came on... the words go, "He knows my name, He knows my every thought, He sees each tear that falls and He hears me when I call..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt like He was screaming, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Britanie&lt;/span&gt;! I, ME, Creator of all the Universe, the Heavens and the Earth, I care about your every move. I am watching, I see you in the morning when you open your eyes. I know how many breaths you took today. You have been on My mind since the moment I made you. Your worries and your joys, you matter to me. Oh and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Britanie&lt;/span&gt;... I know YOUR name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel special when someone remembers my name after the first time we have met. Don't you? Maybe it is just me. Now if you don't remember my name after we meet, it doesn't bother me, AT ALL, so don't be scared to ask me again. :):) but when someone thought I was important enough to remember who I was after I have met them, is a pretty cool feeling, right? And here was God saying, "I haven't forgotten. In fact, I have known your name before your parents choose it. Actually, I knew your name since the beginning of time... just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'" That very thought is so mind blowing. And God would totally say, "just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'..." ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So my prayer, for myself but also for you is this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus, I love you so much. And I thank You for who You are. I thank You for never leaving or forgetting about me. I ask that as I head into today, that I would take it on with the most incredible knowledge that I don't have to walk by myself. Help me keep in mind that You care, You care about the big life altering events but also about the smallest worries we have, and you want to carry them for us. Thank You for the reminders that you know ME and that I matter to you. In Jesus Name I pray. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you are reminded that He knows who you are and He cares what is going on in your life. I hope that you find time to hear a little something from Him today and perhaps get your own personal reminder that He Knows YOUR name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-282017960773062873?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/282017960773062873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/282017960773062873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/282017960773062873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-my-name.html' title='You know MY name!'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-1700303896370148861</id><published>2011-06-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:24:34.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival Birthday Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this mama is pooped! But my girls had so much fun at their Carnival Birthday party, and I cannot tell a lie, I had fun too :) I thought I would blog some details for anyone who likes a good party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every good party starts with a great invitation! I found a great one on Etsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622911122218217650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhF0746cdEc/TgiX38to8LI/AAAAAAAAA8M/f5DwHpr58eA/s320/leila_and_landyn.jpg" /&gt; Next the food! Papa Ramirez borrowed a popcorn machine from work, we wrapped hotdogs and chips for dinner. Then the good stuff. We had carnival candy in bowls at every table. Plus we had cotton candy for the kids to take home, giant pixie sticks, cracker jacks, animal crackers, chocolate dipped marshmellows, cotton candy cupcakes, bubble gum cupcakes AND the cutest popcorn cupcakes! MMMMMMM.... LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622914278116798322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Y3pdzbpYU/TgiavpWfr3I/AAAAAAAAA8U/TJHsD2Oj8wk/s320/2011LeiLand%2BBirthday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popcorn cupcakes were a big hit! They were just chocolate cake with white icing. Then you cut about 30 mini marshmellows in half and squeeze them back together and POOF you have popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as activities go we had a clown who did balloon animals for the kids and a HUGE bounce house. Not what I was expecting but it was great! We even kicked the kids out for a minute and tried it out... I couldn't stay on my feet. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622918365055025650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcuqAXcZnFA/TgiediYgAfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/bDwBJHs1R-Y/s320/2011LeiLand%2BBirthday1-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had a blast with facepaint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622930359335609778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXqsSJpES5I/TgipXsj1ZbI/AAAAAAAAA88/nULngILrXa8/s400/2011LeiLand%2BBirthday1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you Morgan for doing that! Even Papa was a good sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We also had a very fun "photo booth" this was probably my favorite! We set up an old painted frame, which I love so much. :) And I had made about 18 props for the booth. The kids and adults alike had a blast with this one! Of course the photos were better once the sun dropped behind the building! I am no photographer... we just picked the place the fame would even work. HA!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622923491724575554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVyoHK5tXb0/TgijH8txQ0I/AAAAAAAAA8s/2J7_OJ6yLZQ/s400/2011LeiLand%2BBirthday1-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ANDDDDDDD, you can't have a carnival party without a good ol' fashion pie eatting contest! I just bought some gramcracker mini pie pans and loaded them with jello!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622929184431197554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dh4npGEd8WQ/TgioTTsyzXI/AAAAAAAAA80/b-p9fL72fPw/s400/2011LeiLand%2BBirthday1-4.jpg" /&gt;AND the prize for winning?? What is better than smashing a pie in Papa Ramirez's face?? What a good sport he was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622932336756614674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmSqEL5-kR0/TgirKzBvZhI/AAAAAAAAA9E/MRZ7Tkm75Tw/s400/2011LeiLand%2BBirthday1-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All I call Leila and Landyn's Circus Birthday a huge success. Happy Birthday to my sweet girls. I can't believe how fast the time is passing. SLOW DOWN GIRLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622934164696813682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHIjc0lnsQA/Tgis1MopUHI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wXH8NBuqUDE/s400/2011LeiLand%2BBirthday1-6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Landyn turns 5 in a few weeks and Leila turned 6 a few weeks ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-1700303896370148861?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1700303896370148861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/carnival-birthday-success.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/1700303896370148861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/1700303896370148861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/carnival-birthday-success.html' title='Carnival Birthday Success!'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhF0746cdEc/TgiX38to8LI/AAAAAAAAA8M/f5DwHpr58eA/s72-c/leila_and_landyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-7953776398095022779</id><published>2011-05-19T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:45:56.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Out of a Dream, Into Reality"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I haven't blogged in longer than I can even think about it but I had the urge this morning. :) LUCKY YOU!! HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I went to a meeting and was asked many thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;provoking&lt;/span&gt; questions... Almost 24 hours later I am still beyond encouraged, extremely humbled and in great awe at how God has lead my life to this very moment, for this very specific time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why did it take me until yesterday morning to realize?? Well, because I am human and dumb. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;~! I have trusted the Lord and knew that there was a purpose and reason for the way my life has lead... even though I questioned it OFTEN and pleaded with God more than I should have to change my situations, do it in my timing, or give me what I wanted. "It's my money, and I WANT IT NOW!" Type of attitude. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe I watch a little too much T.V. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you knew me, my last year of HS and into Master's, my dream was to run a pregnancy crisis center. I started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;volunteering&lt;/span&gt; my time to Advice and Aid in KC when I was... maybe a Junior in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;High School&lt;/span&gt;. My passion for these sweet unborn AND born babies is quite overwhelming and has never gone away. When I met my husband, my sweet, amazing, husband who lives "above the porch" and believes in me more than I believe in myself... besides the fact, that we absolutely despised &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; when we met, I found out my dream fit right inside of his. Isn't that just how God works?? Jesus makes me laugh sometimes the way He fits things together, things that we would never think of, just to make us laugh later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now at this point, I believe Adrian and I made a choice that altered our lives a little... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe more than a little. We left Master's and didn't go back for a second year. A year and a half later we were married, still planning on pursuing everything we felt God NEEDED US for. We got that a little backwards, huh?? But isn't God amazing?? He doesn't have Plan B. He just has a pocket full of Plan A's for us crazy people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First came Love, then came Marriage, then came Leila... then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Landyn&lt;/span&gt;... then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liviana&lt;/span&gt; in the baby carriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608430011925558306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBSXJKekyUg/TdUlYZB2dCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/L9-aTVm56fM/s320/copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They became my world, my focus, my new Plan A. And I wouldn't trade them for the entire world. They rock my life, it is so much more exciting and scary... Especially with 3 girls not 29months from the oldest to the youngest, pray for us for the next 20 years. I think Adrian might kill a boy or two before the girls are adults. I may hurt a couple myself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK! Now that we are way off point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really though, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;welp&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe the girls will be it for me, not that I had a problem with that. Maybe they are going to be the only ministry the Lord has for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have God in a Box much??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;That was SLAPPED out of me earlier this year when we went to Antioch Worship Retreat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt; felt like God slapped my face. Nice! A new dream, a refreshing desire was poured into us as a couple, and He has begun to reveal why we are where we are. Both physically and spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you ever feel like God has forgotten about you and the dreams He placed in your heart?? Even as a young HS student... How DUMB is that? Like I said before I am so humbled by Jesus. I had to apologize and ask for forgiveness for doubting or giving up on the desire HE placed in my heart 9 years ago. I have learned that even if our new dream's path takes us 40 years through the desert, we won't be giving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus has made Himself that much more real in my life this week. I was reminded, YET AGAIN, that it is in HIS perfect timing, not my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The meeting I started this blog with was with one of the founders and one of the directors of the Shiloh Home here in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emporia&lt;/span&gt;. The Shiloh Home houses mothers in need of some help, to have away to get out of life situations that are leading to sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;destruction&lt;/span&gt;. One of the divisions of their program there is FAMILY LIFE SERVICES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; the dream I had when I was young? Family Life Services is a PREGNANCY CRISIS CENTER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So all that build up... that could have been summed up in this 1 sentence, but since I am a woman, you needed all the details and background:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus rocks my socks off because I am now the Director of Family Life Services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope this post, encourages you to trust in the dreams God has placed in you. If you are living them now or still waiting to live them. If you are still in HS or a Mama holding her sick baby. You are where you are right now for a reason... maybe you won't understand for 9 years. Don't give up on God because He hasn't forgotten or given up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;humbled and so thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-7953776398095022779?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7953776398095022779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-havent-blogged-in-longer-than-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/7953776398095022779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/7953776398095022779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-havent-blogged-in-longer-than-i.html' title='&quot;Out of a Dream, Into Reality&quot;'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBSXJKekyUg/TdUlYZB2dCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/L9-aTVm56fM/s72-c/copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-4617639903468801801</id><published>2010-10-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:42:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of a 2 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKn03Ljh-eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lka7_JZdhok/s1600/38890_143083139052082_115157965177933_350213_3903194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524215646778423778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKn03Ljh-eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lka7_JZdhok/s320/38890_143083139052082_115157965177933_350213_3903194_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So today we were sitting at the Donut Shop, just Liv and me. I take her there every Monday after we drop Leila, Landyn and Daddy off at school and work for their days. We were just talking about whatever, girl can talk... I have no idea where she gets that from. Anyway, she looked across the table and as serious as she could be asked,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"What would happen if we got naked in the Donut Shop?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It made me laugh out loud and later while we were driving home, I am NOT proud of this one! I need to watch my mouth... she said,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; "MOVE FREAKING LADY!"&lt;/span&gt; ... I got a phone call the other day from a good friend of mine who was watching Liv and she said Liviana came to her close to tears saying that, her daughter, Addy had thrown her pants in the toilet. She asked Addy and Addy, of course, said, "NO, I didn't!" Liviana persisted that she had and was sooo upset about it so Jayme went to check and Addy's pants were NOT in the toilet. Right when she looked in the toilet, Liv ran by the bathroom laughing and yell, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"IT WORKED, I TRICKED HER!"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! All of these things that happened just in the last few days made me think, these girls say the sweetest, funniest, not always the best, most out there, most common sense things ever. And then days later I forget, I know they said or did something I wanted to remember but I didn't take the time to stop and write it down or type it up. I am going to start TODAY. I don't wanna forget anymore. When I am an old grandma I wanna be able too look back at this blog and stay entertained and laughing for hours. I love my girls and life happens too fast to not stop and take note of the things that your kids have done. So I will be blogging daily, perhaps a couple times a day. They will probably be quite short just quotes of the day that I want to share or something that happend that I want to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-4617639903468801801?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4617639903468801801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-of-mouth-of-2-year-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/4617639903468801801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/4617639903468801801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-of-mouth-of-2-year-old.html' title='Out of the Mouth of a 2 Year Old'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKn03Ljh-eI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lka7_JZdhok/s72-c/38890_143083139052082_115157965177933_350213_3903194_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-1486935624743645318</id><published>2010-07-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:37:12.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landyn Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TDgG0Hp4VaI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DgWxxuPBL8U/s1600/DSC_0003_774x518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492147238055990690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TDgG0Hp4VaI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DgWxxuPBL8U/s320/DSC_0003_774x518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just gave my last kiss to Landy as my little 3 year old... Of course that deserves a blog, right???!?!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landyn Rose is our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wildfire child&lt;/span&gt;. She is the absolute sweetest girl, who can never give enough love, but girl's got some fire in her. She is the middle child, in every strech of the imagination. Ornery as all get out but you can help but continuously laughing at her. She says the funniest things and she will crack you up with her looks. You can always see it in her eyes, she always has something going though her mind... most of the time it is probably a plot or trying to figure out why something is happening or how something works. She amazes me in every way. You haven't played the game 20 questions until you have a conversation with this little lady! She can't get enough information, which is good! I want her to ask all the questions she wants, how else will she learn. My heart is so torn tonight cause my little Landy isn't so little anymore. I feel as if time is literally flying! I don't think you can fully understand until you have children of your own... You get married and time speeds up but when you have kids, some days can't get over quick enough :) BUT the weeks, months and years seem like they are on fast forward. I remember 4 years ago tonight I was packing my bag cause I knew tomorrow was the day. I put my 13 month old down that night thinking, "Baby, you will never know life without your sister..." I packed my bows and cute outfits and a pasi of course, cause we all know the hospital ones are soooo ugly. YES! that mattered to me, DON'T judge me! LOL! I talked to Jerome P. that night and kissed my husband goodnight, knowing that my life was about to be forever changed. Little did I know how much. My delivery should have given me full insight as to how Landy would impacted our lives. We got to the hospital @ 7:30... about 8:40 I was ready for my epidural, I know, big baby, but I allow myself to cry though 1 contraction and then I ask for it, I wanted to enjoy every moment and why not, if I can?? So the anesthesiologist is still in the room and the nurse said, "GET A DR IN HERE NOW!!" Doc comes in and is LIVID that they called him. I mean they just got the ball rolling at 8... He came in and and had a few choice words for the nurse for calling him... He didn't even take time to get prepared. You could have cut the tension with a knife! The anesthesiologist just sat down in the chair next to me, I know he just wanted to stay for the show cause the Dr. was so mad. He said, "Since I am here, let's do a practice push... "OOOOOPP! There's she is" Soo I started LAUGHING... I laughed my child out. I know, I know GRAPHIC, if you are a boy, just don't read if male, just how I roll :) Went back a year later and the nurse's said, "Aren't you the lady who laughed her baby out last time?" YEP! That is me! LOVE giving birth... Anyways back on point! Landyn is just like that! Man, she can make you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;soooooooo mad and make you CRACK up&lt;/span&gt; in the same breath. I love her more than &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;all the numbers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;all the stars&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;all the sand&lt;/span&gt;. I can't imagine a single moment without her in our life. She loves to cook and she protects her sisters. She shows so much love to the girls and us. We are more &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;proud of her&lt;/span&gt; than anything in the world. She has such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; and SUCH a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;strong will&lt;/span&gt;, she admits when she is wrong and faces life with no fear. She teaches and reminds me everyday how to have fun and see all the positive that is around us. She reminds me to thank God for blessing us every night in our prayers and she encourages me that we can do anything that we set our minds to. She is our sunshine! Happy 4th Birthday Princess Landyn Rose! Mommy and Daddy love you more than you could possibly ever understand, only God loves you more than we do and I like to believe that we are close seconds. :) Love you baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-1486935624743645318?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1486935624743645318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/landyn-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/1486935624743645318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/1486935624743645318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/landyn-rose.html' title='Landyn Rose'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TDgG0Hp4VaI/AAAAAAAAAj8/DgWxxuPBL8U/s72-c/DSC_0003_774x518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-750287431111237337</id><published>2010-02-24T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:07:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nEw MaMa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/S4WCWLbNWLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fWE53GUxlRM/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441899042282756274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/S4WCWLbNWLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fWE53GUxlRM/s400/girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So over the last few weeks I have been following a blog about a little girl who is the exact same age, give or take a day or 2, as Liviana. This little 2 year old is at the end of her battle with cancer. Infact 2 nights ago her mom had her sisters tell her goodbye and sent them to her mother's house because they didn't think little Layla would make it through the night. She is still fighting though. Layla has rocked my world. I was reading the other night about some regrets that her mom had with her and as I sat at my computer BAWLING, I was completely convicted and then it quickly turned to thanks that my babies are healthy and I have time to change and love the little "inturruptions", while I cooking or whatever, that once made me angry. I don't know how many times I have thought, said outloud, said to others or even said to the girls such as these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Go watch the movie, Mommy is trying to work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I can't wait till naptime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Thank you for trying to help but Mommy will do it now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"No, Mommy will stir it we have to hurry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"No, we are only reading 1 book tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I know that I am not a bad mom for saying these things once in awhile but it was almost getting routine, becoming my 'reflex' answer. Why can't I take a break and snuggle to watch the movie? Why can't she help stir the brownie mix?? Will it hurt me to spend 5 more minutes before bedtime to read 1 more story? I have decided enough is enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't know me and you are reading this you may be thinking, "WOW! What is wrong with this lady??" But I don't think I am the only mom who has felt like this. Right?? I mean, surely??? So here I am laying it out there for everyone else who thinks they may be the only ones... You aren't the only ONE! There may be only 2 of us, LOL! But you aren't the only one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is my new resolve, a new mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I LOVE my girls and I don't ever want to take them for granite. NEVER, EVER take the for granite.Since I have 3 little helpers; I love that it takes me an hour to unload and load the dishwasher, I love that my white socks are pink because a red shirt was thrown in, I love crunching an egg shell in my waffles. (Ok, maybe not love, but you know what I mean :) I promise to hold them when they ask, no matter the task I am in the mist of. Too soon they won't want to be held. I will charish EVERY waking moment with my girls. I will take more time for playing games, dressing up and having teaparties. Cleaning can wait, sewing can wait, God knows FaceBook can wait. I don't want to regret a single day when I could have spent just 5 more min with the girls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I know, some of you are thinking well you need mommy time, you need mommy/daddy time. I know this! :) Trust me. There is time for it all, just all too often I find myself WASTING time that could be spent wisely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO I am rambling now... But here is the bottom line. What if something happened to my girls? Would I have regrets on how I spent my time with them? Will I question the importance of putting that load of laundry in RIGHT then when someone was pulling at my pant to show me the fort they built? Will I wonder if the bathtub needed to be scrubbed right that second when she wanted to play hide and seek? Will I cancel my FB because I am so mad at myself for needing to catch up on what everyone else was doing when they wanted me to sit with them and read a book? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This sweet Layla Grace has helped put my importants into a new clear and unwavering view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;God, I thank you for sweet Layla, I thank you that in the short time she is spending here on earth she has touched more lives, including my own, than most of us do in 80 years. I ask that you would give her family, her momma, an amazing, undeniable peace that passes everyone's understanding. I thank you that my babies are all healthy and happy. I refuse to take them for granite and above all I thank you that you choose me to raise up 3 beautiful women who will change the world around them through You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love you guys! I know I normally won't be the sobby but today my heart is breaking for the momma of this little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Britanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-750287431111237337?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/750287431111237337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-over-last-few-weeks-i-have-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/750287431111237337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/750287431111237337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-over-last-few-weeks-i-have-been.html' title='A nEw MaMa'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/S4WCWLbNWLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fWE53GUxlRM/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-6786793323129054469</id><published>2009-11-11T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:40:11.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SvrLyYGe3VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2ejG0wZmFAk/s1600-h/Moore0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402854769307868498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SvrLyYGe3VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2ejG0wZmFAk/s400/Moore0160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well do you? Did you? When I first read this book, this first chapter, it was a huge sigh of relief! I realized that I wasn't the only one in this universe who felt like my prince turned into a frog. When we are engaged and so in love, everyone of us think... "Our marriage is going to be different than all the others" "My guy really is the best thing ever" No one can explain marriage until you are married. "Love will get us through everything" "We are just so in love" I remember thinking all of these things. I have to remind myself, more than I like to admit, that love is a feeling and a CHOICE! The book nails it on the head, "Her expectations for her husband were unrealistic." We very easily go from, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to "WHAT HAVE I DONE!" "I DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS!" I thought the circus quote on page 7 was funny and pretty much sums marriage up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not giving up! Weather you have been married months or decades, we have to decide NOT to give up! The fairy tales that we have in our heads have to end so that our true love may begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first read this book it was shortly after Adrian and I decided together that we were going to make our marriage work. I had many, MANY moments when I went to pick up the book and thought I REALLY don't want to find the hero. I would much rather just keep seeing him the way I see him so I can continue to blame him. He has ruined my life, ( I was to blame too :) he should be reading a book about treating me like a princess should be treated. "Now she has a choice: to respond in anger to his weakness, or to invest with faith in his strength." I am so encouraged to be reading this book again with all of you. I know that no matter where you are in your marriage that this book will help each of us in AWESOME ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to post a few questions just as a jumping board for your responses, don't feel like you have to answer all of them! I have been candid in this post, as I will continue to be, and the questions reflect that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Did you feel like me and the ladies in the book that after you got married "Your fairy tale had ended or started in devistation??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Have you ever had one of those "the grass is greener..." moments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Have you ever looked at someone else's marriage and thought, "Man, she has it all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How do you feel about the concept of finding the hero in your husband?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please check back even after you post cause you might have a response to someone elses or they may respond to yours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have a ROCKIN' Day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the parade for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-6786793323129054469?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6786793323129054469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-believe-in-fairy-tales.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/6786793323129054469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/6786793323129054469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-believe-in-fairy-tales.html' title='Do You Believe in Fairy Tales?'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SvrLyYGe3VI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2ejG0wZmFAk/s72-c/Moore0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-2196247176756735596</id><published>2009-03-08T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:29:35.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landyn Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SbQlhIVKEVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1aT0O2OOAVE/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310911111678792018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SbQlhIVKEVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1aT0O2OOAVE/s400/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I took Landy to my aunt's house for the night while Adrian and I went to a wedding and the sweet little baby got sick. So I was driving to Grandview, MO at 11:30 but remember last night was the time change so it was really like 12:30 :( Of course I didn't even question jumping in my car and going to her rescue. My poor baby... she is the middle child and she would for sure fit right into what you think of when you think of a middle child. She is the sweetest, most loving but extremely active and when she doesn't get her way it is over. Although she is getting better about that. I just love her so much and would NEVER EVER want her to feel like the middle child, you know?? We&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; charish our time with her, ever moment. She makes us laugh and smile constantly. She is our sunshine, a true reward from Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" ...children a reward from Him" Psalm 127:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; She is the best eater. She eats anything and everything you put in front of her... I think she will be like my brother, Chance, who can eat anything and everything and not gain an ounce. Ok, timeout! Lauren Case is over here right now interviewing Leila for a class and Landyn is sitting at the table with us. Landyn just said... "Hey, I farted!" She just cracks me up all of the time, that is what I am talking about. And then she said, "No, I didn't, you did!" Talking to Lauren... HA! She is so sweet too, if Liv is crying she is the first to run to find out what the problem is. She is fearless, brave, sweet, loving, active, encouraging, honery, fun, and crazy. She is everything and more than we could ever think to ask for. We love her with everything that we are and we hope that we raise her right in the way of the Lord. We pray that she will never question who she is and if she does question that she would find her way only in the Way. It does take an village to raise children and I really love and appreciate everyone who has their hand in on our family. You are what makes this a fantastic journey! We love you Landy and I hope that there never comes a time that you question that. You have all of us; all of our energy, all of our patience, all of our love, and all of our prayers. Even though you just mooned Lauren... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-2196247176756735596?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2196247176756735596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/landyn-rose.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/2196247176756735596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/2196247176756735596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/landyn-rose.html' title='Landyn Rose'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SbQlhIVKEVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1aT0O2OOAVE/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-2277907453588811876</id><published>2009-03-05T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:00:36.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>81 degrees? What??!?! Not that we're complaining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SbCRmSmZ7TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f5hOCipPtZw/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309904047683792178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SbCRmSmZ7TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f5hOCipPtZw/s400/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today was AWESOME! We had so much fun and I wish everyday was just like today. We woke up late! That is how you know it is going to be a fantastic day... Then daddy let Landy and Liv play in the bath tub and Leila helped PaPa put up the gate. They were cracking me up while I was cutting out fabric for some hospital gowns. I kept hearing Leila say, "PaPa, this is how you need to do this" Whatever the this was. I am talking multiple times and everytime he was like, "Leila we have to look at the directions... Oh, You were exactly right..." I mean what did he expect she is her mother's daughter :) We ALWAYS know what we are talking about. LOL! Then we went to the park with some of our best friends, Andrea, Luke, Preston, and Austin Douglas. Luke and Leila, they are quite a pair and we have already started taking pictures for their picture video at their wedding :) And by already started I mean from their First Christmas, on! :) Then we came home and were blessed because someone had left us a monetary gift... :) We were so touched by that and I just wish we could say thanks in person. Some of you may not know but Adrian was Laid Off about a month ago so something like that was just a HUGE blessing to us. God is so GOOD! We haven't ever had to depend completely on Him, you know truely where there was nothing else we could do and He is so FAITHFUL. I love Him and depend on Him more than I ever had before. Through this time we could be depressed and down but our God has given us HIGH SPIRITS and we know that there is an answer on its way! Anyways, after the girls napped we went back to the park! This time with Daddy... The girls are just so wonderful to eachother, you should have seen them playing out there always watching out. You know one of those, I can pick on her cause she is my sister but you better step off. :) I love being their mom and wife. Life is Golden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-2277907453588811876?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2277907453588811876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/81-degrees-what-not-that-were.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/2277907453588811876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/2277907453588811876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/81-degrees-what-not-that-were.html' title='81 degrees? What??!?! Not that we&apos;re complaining!'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/SbCRmSmZ7TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f5hOCipPtZw/s72-c/IMG_0712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018442170078117730.post-701008660842810781</id><published>2009-03-04T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:44:32.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Family Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/Sa6vnK5N0vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Um7h0fJJym8/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309374098190488306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/Sa6vnK5N0vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Um7h0fJJym8/s400/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you had been keeping up with my other blog you should have gotten email that I was getting rid of that one and making a FAMILY one! My business is going well and I have decided that anything that I would want on a business blog could just be put on the website, right?? If I am going to take the time to be doing this I want to do it about the people who mean the world to me and let you keep up with my family. They are growing too fast and the say and do the funniest, sweetest, greatest, most fun, amazing, thoughtful, smartest things ever. I write down quotes that the girls say that just crack me up to pieces and the things that make me realize how big they are getting, etc. But I decided to start keeping track on here and there so I can share! Just for a quicky... today we are watching a movie and a guy on here has HUGE ears... Leila said, "Hey Mommy, why are your ears big like his?" No laughing, no joking, she was completely serious... SO, NOW I am worried about my ears :) Who thought a 3 year old could make me feel self conscience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018442170078117730-701008660842810781?l=mypinkytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/701008660842810781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-family-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/701008660842810781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018442170078117730/posts/default/701008660842810781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypinkytoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-family-blog.html' title='Our New Family Blog!'/><author><name>My Pinky Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08200037719459803990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/TKns8POdxcI/AAAAAAAAApw/oP2lWCyUNDs/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2V69BqEeY8/Sa6vnK5N0vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Um7h0fJJym8/s72-c/IMG_0725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
