<?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-6515399399225000447</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:56:11.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Smith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-2662965248102313993</id><published>2010-10-21T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T04:30:59.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog?!?</title><content type='html'>Facebook is evidently my blog. I suppose I thrive more on the interaction of comments and banter that occurs with Facebook. However, in case there happens to be some family (or friends) out there who "follow" the blog and aren't on Facebook, here's the latest snapshot of the Smith Family.&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, Justin and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary. The last year has brought us my 30th birthday, our 3rd child, and an anniverary hallmark worthy of the gift of tin (per the "official" anniversary gift guide). We took a trip to Seattle for some work and more play. I couldn't even begin to tell you how blessed I feel to have Justin as my partner in this life. Kenlee has already decided that he will be the "chef" at her wedding because he is the best cook she knows. I'm going to focus on that instead of the fact that she said "wedding" in a personal tone. Geez.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530452599750481778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TMAdVn9DV3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/RECkRXq1xk0/s400/IMG_4210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelton is my daily dose of laughter. He's getting to an age where his analytical ways are actually making me ponder, and I love it! He has new theories and new ideas that stretch my perceptions. God has big plans for this charmer and his "outside-the-box" approach. This photo is a snapshot of him enjoying some ribs. He most always has a mess around his mouth. "Go wash your face" is my repetitious phrase with him. He is enjoying 1st grade as much as a 7 year old boy could be expected to enjoy school. Recess is still his favorite time of day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530452584115854978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TMAdUttd3oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gvO5C8uBD8c/s400/IMG_4467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenlee has been doing well in 4th grade. She is doing UIL prep/tryouts/practice for various teams now. She cheers for the Tigers and loves dance. She has made some very mature decisions lately without prompting, and that makes me proud. She has been volunteering with Little Leaguers of Junior League Abilene, and she seems to really enjoy getting to see the bigger picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530452568173056930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TMAdTyUaE6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/z5JurLFaPrc/s400/IMG_4625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Blakely is 8 months old!!!! The house is her oyster (and Kelton is having to adjust to that-- his toys are now the object of Blakely's determination). She is pulling up on the fireplace- making me nervous! She hasn't had any teeth come through yet. She waves Bye-Bye and consistently says "mama", "da", "sis", "bite-bite". Kelton gets a bit discouraged that we point to one of us, and she calls them, but when we point to Kelton, she just grins the biggest grin. Kenlee is convinced that Blakely gives her high-5's ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530452566478068850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TMAdTsASnHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2HaQoK0W0AM/s400/daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other bit of the week is filled with me pursuing my other venture. I have been developing Captured Photography, and I truly love it. When I edit photos, I grin until my cheeks hurt. I love getting to know the families I work with and trying to capture a depiction of their personalities and relationships. My current web site is &lt;a href="http://www.capturedphotography.zenfolio.com/"&gt;http://www.capturedphotography.zenfolio.com/&lt;/a&gt;, but I am working on getting a more comprehensive site designed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530453241625309842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TMAd6_H78pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IEd9CFVksJ0/s400/O_3904.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;That pretty much encompasses what we have been spending our days doing. Growing, learning, playing and arguing ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6515399399225000447-2662965248102313993?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/2662965248102313993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/2662965248102313993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/2662965248102313993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog.html' title='Blog?!?'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TMAdVn9DV3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/RECkRXq1xk0/s72-c/IMG_4210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-8012027925368097577</id><published>2010-06-20T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:54:59.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with Kelton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelton has been working hard in Tae Kwon Do. He has earned his Yellow Stripe Belt after being tested on his One Steps, his Chun-Ji Form, and putting in his practice time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TB7Di4mcj1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/p_zcT6DEdIQ/s1600/IMG_7646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485036400260452178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TB7Di4mcj1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/p_zcT6DEdIQ/s400/IMG_7646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has also been learning the tenets of Tae Kwon Do, including Perseverence, Courtesy, and Respect. He was asked to demonstrate responsibility by posting photos of him completing chores from the chore list he had to turn in at testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485035050028589890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TB7CUSmFY0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/vV6zpToMoWw/s400/clean.jpg" /&gt;We had Closing ceremonies for Baseball. Kelton is with his "brothers" Max and Mason here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485035077693809106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TB7CV5p_IdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_wHo1qZJa4g/s400/IMG_7667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And FINALLY he has hit the milestone he has anxiously been waiting for: his first lost tooth! He has been rather perturbed that he was the only one left on the Boy Team that still hadn't lost a tooth... well, evidently he wasn't too consumed with it because he didn't even notice when he lost it! I saw him and asked him where his tooth was, and he didn't know what I was talking about. I showed him in the mirror, and he said, "Hmmm. I must've swallowed it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485035065165961634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TB7CVK_HWaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nB_yU6ka4FU/s400/IMG_7691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though this is mostly about kelton's wild life, I had to throw in a pic of Blakely's first boat ride. We took her out at dusk on Memorial Day, and she loved it! She quickly tired of the giant orange accessory on her neck, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485035084751891730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TB7CWT8w7RI/AAAAAAAAAVk/i8SuGQPxrNI/s400/IMG_7353.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6515399399225000447-8012027925368097577?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/8012027925368097577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-up-with-kelton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/8012027925368097577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/8012027925368097577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/06/keeping-up-with-kelton.html' title='Keeping up with Kelton'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TB7Di4mcj1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/p_zcT6DEdIQ/s72-c/IMG_7646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-6726673850804628777</id><published>2010-06-05T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:33:13.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's on a Roll</title><content type='html'>Yep, no more stationary baby! Blakely turned 4 months, and we gave her cereal for the 1st time. Evidently the cereal gave her super powers... now she's rolling everywhere. She heads off the pallet almost immediately to explore (I &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; it's just curiosity.) She also is FINALLY sleeping all night. Not every night, but I call a 5 hour stretch phenomenal. Last night was 9 hours, but I know not to get used to that!&lt;br /&gt;On Memorial Day, Blakely had her 1st boat ride. Justin took Kenlee &amp;amp; Kelton out to fish all afternoon (Kelton is still trying to master the art of setting the hook), and after the sun went down, Blakely and I joined them for a very leisurely troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAqWACYMqmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sFBQ70V2pjQ/s1600/IMG_7353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356824032160354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAqWACYMqmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sFBQ70V2pjQ/s400/IMG_7353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She seemed to love it, but it didn't take long for her to tire of the giant orange neckbrace. She made good use of it, though, since she is chewing a lot. Kelton wanted me to throw Blake in the water to see if she would float. I explained to him why that wasn't a good idea and tightened my grasp ;) Made perfect sense to Kelton. Otherwise, why would we have bought her a lifejacket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAqV_pHO9kI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Hil9hwzRZiU/s1600/IMG_7348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356817250121282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAqV_pHO9kI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Hil9hwzRZiU/s400/IMG_7348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What? Yeah, she wasn't sure what to think of the cereal, but she is enjoying it more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAqV_XmGRTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ykVnvFFy2zs/s1600/IMG_7373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356812547736882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAqV_XmGRTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ykVnvFFy2zs/s400/IMG_7373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the photo above depicts my morning. Justin played golf, and I took Kelton to his Tae Kwon Do Belt Test (he did GREAT and will hopefully receive his Yellow Belt at the Belt Ceremony next Saturday). Kenlee had dress rehearsal for recital this morning, and then we hurried back for Kelton's baseball game... all by noon! After shuttling siblings all morning, now Blakely is home enjoying a nap, and I am enjoying some rest before we do more work on the pool. Dance recital is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6515399399225000447-6726673850804628777?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/6726673850804628777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-on-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/6726673850804628777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/6726673850804628777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-on-roll.html' title='She&apos;s on a Roll'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAqWACYMqmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sFBQ70V2pjQ/s72-c/IMG_7353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-210070345497739478</id><published>2010-05-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:14:13.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have made it painfully obvious that I am NOT a faithful blogger ;)</title><content type='html'>I guess Facebook is my Blog, and Facebook is so much more active conversationally, so this method of updates/journaling seems fairly futile. But in case anyone is listening, here's the Smith Update for the 2nd Quarter of 2010 (haha).&lt;br /&gt;Kenlee is finishing up Musical Theater, Ballet &amp;amp; Jazz. She is done with cheerleading, so we already feel freed up. She finished Rocket Math Multiplication and has made all A's all year in school. She gets her UIL Awards in 2 weeks and is excited about that (She won 1st in District in Music Memory and 6th in Spelling and also competed in Ready Writing). She has gotten into the 15 Mile Club, and this week she is most excited about her new baby cousin Mallory (born Wednesday to Darren &amp;amp; Sandra). Kenlee is a HUGE helper with Blakely, and Kenlee has been entertaining me with a fashion show with 2 of her friends for the past hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471618680865548338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S-8YM0th6DI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ir_TzwM3rpE/s400/IMG_4369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy's Girls on Mother's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471618688903064530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S-8YNSp0q9I/AAAAAAAAASs/hHWi_vM57zk/s400/IMG_4376.JPG" /&gt; Mmmmmm.... Kenlee made vanilla milkshakes for Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471618674031233570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S-8YMbQGiiI/AAAAAAAAASU/nzL6TAE79Tg/s400/yellowstripe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelton has been working so hard at Tae Kwon Do. These photos are from his Belt Test in April. He earned his Yellow Stripe Belt. He tests the 1st Saturday in June for his Yellow Belt and is already feeling confident and ready. And Sweet Miss Blakely sleeps through Tae Kwon Do twice a week. God sure blessed me with that easygoing, sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471618669475383746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S-8YMKR5ycI/AAAAAAAAASM/06sXeeNlouo/s400/IMG_4316-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her 3 Month Picture from April 25th. She is about 26 inches long and 11 pounds and is a big ball of smiles, coos, gurgles, and giggles. She rolls from her stomach to her back and is starting to slobber on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S-8YMm9y2rI/AAAAAAAAASc/kXEU9BGIMfU/s1600/28658_123959670953789_100000192707346_310352_1030371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471618677175671474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S-8YMm9y2rI/AAAAAAAAASc/kXEU9BGIMfU/s400/28658_123959670953789_100000192707346_310352_1030371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Kelton in the dugout of one of his baseball games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dove into a photography venture. My photography Blog is &lt;a href="http://www.tifanismithcaptured.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.tifanismithcaptured.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my website is &lt;a href="http://www.capturedphotography.zenfolio.com/"&gt;www.capturedphotography.zenfolio.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently building a home page with a more simplified name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6515399399225000447-210070345497739478?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-200948699364821012</id><published>2010-02-19T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:02:48.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Blakely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We met Cricket and officially named her on January 25th at 12:50 PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blakely Shayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was 6 pounds, 10 ounces, and 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;Dark hair, big blue eyes, and a more olive complexion. She had the same due date AND exact same birth weight as her big sister Kenlee... to the ounce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440028820632361538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S37dY82t2kI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3OfsM6KnSWU/s400/14760_1253750779168_1091502027_30813875_794677_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been an absolute joy! A pretty good nurser, a great sleeper, and her big brother and big sister have been phenomenal with her. I haven't posted in a while~ went through Full Throttle nesting, then I spent a couple of weeks staring at her and staying off of the ocmputer mostly, then we went to San Antonio for Kenlee's National Cheer Competition (more on that later), then my laptop with all of our birth pictures was stolen, then recovered, but we did not get back the cord to upload pics from the camera. Then I was busy celebrating our other little Valentine's 9th birthday and all of Kelton's Kindergarten Valentines activities and some Tae Kwon Do thrown in there~ a beautiful but glorious whirlwind. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440028828249018898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S37dZZOq0hI/AAAAAAAAAO4/3p2ali7iHQU/s400/19343_721145202367_29624012_41841356_7396644_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blakely's Birth Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440028832950921010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S37dZqvsJzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zd3a7aouqAg/s400/19343_721111774357_29624012_41840526_2842574_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nursery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440028849474652322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S37daoTQSKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/EgKgV-XHkZc/s400/19343_723766489287_29624012_41910480_1848379_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440031636216156898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S37f81uNEuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-PEniwyRTKc/s400/19343_723766439387_29624012_41910472_3024724_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6515399399225000447-200948699364821012?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/200948699364821012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/02/meeting-blakely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/200948699364821012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/200948699364821012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/02/meeting-blakely.html' title='Meeting Blakely'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S37dY82t2kI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3OfsM6KnSWU/s72-c/14760_1253750779168_1091502027_30813875_794677_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-5659703958421874354</id><published>2010-01-08T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:52:03.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is December Over?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... wonder when that happened? Days have been a giggly whirlwind lately.&lt;br /&gt;Since November, we paticipated in the Christmas According to Luke musical at church where Kenlee played the role of Hannah, Justin was reprising his role as the "Man from Damascus", and since the Angel of the Lord was a little too pregnant for that role this year, I was townsperson ;-)&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Fort Worth for another cheer competition where Kenlee and her squad earned 1st place again. Those girls work so hard, and they have developed really close bonds. I love that we have a local gym based on Christian principles where the coaches incorporate Christian virtues and lessons into the tumbling practices.&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend Kenlee was a Tunnel Kid and an Elf in Once Upon A Christmas Eve, a dance musical that has become an annual tradition. My other favorite part of the weekend was having dinner and watching White Christmas at The Paramount with my grandmother Liz, aunt Cathy, friend Nancy, and my brother's girlfriend Ann-Maree.&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd weekend of December we were honored with a baby shower at work Friday afternoon and a baby shower hosted by my friends Friday evening. The shower was so much fun; when we had baby showers with Kenlee &amp;amp; Kelton, we didn't know the gender, so it was fun to go all out girly this time to the theme Deck The Halls With Ribbons &amp;amp; Bows. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424401627707324818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S0dYimqLuZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EO5L00WlDwo/s400/shower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424411817397128322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S0dhzuNjDII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/oFLTRPpSsmk/s400/hostesses.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;YAY for SNOW! We had so much fun celebrating a white Christmas!! Justin did some catapulting of kids into snow banks, and we tried really hard to pack the dry snow into snowballs. The last time we had real snow here was in 2001, I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424410299185735586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S0dgbWbvp6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/U5HgKC1SnyM/s400/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;CHRISTmas Time! Kelton performed in the Kindergarten Christmas Program and took his grand bows at the end. So funny- the kids were supposed to be "asleep, snuggled in their beds", and of course Kelton was peeking through one eye thinking he was being oh-so-inconspicuous. He wants everything on TV commercials, which is concerning, but we had a great Christmas traveling around to visit family and spending some snow days at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S0dXg6LJMxI/AAAAAAAAANo/CIixfPuIiNE/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424400499074478866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S0dXg6LJMxI/AAAAAAAAANo/CIixfPuIiNE/s400/christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6515399399225000447-5659703958421874354?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/5659703958421874354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-december-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/5659703958421874354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/5659703958421874354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-december-over.html' title='Is December Over?'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/S0dYimqLuZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EO5L00WlDwo/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-4709890793104428133</id><published>2009-11-28T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:20:30.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>Well, keeping with the tradition of the monthly blog post, here are the updates from 10/28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Halloween, Kenlee was a "Japanese Girl", and Kelton was Snake Eyes from GI Joe.&lt;br /&gt;Justin &amp;amp; I wore camo since that's all we had that fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409198802656181826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SxFVpt_KPkI/AAAAAAAAANA/ofxy-8rqZhs/s400/Halloween.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;November 7th we went to Austin for a cheer competition. Kenlee &amp;amp; her team worked so hard, and they earned Division Champs and Level 2 High Point. We had fun traveling as a family and spending time with our travel buddies (Miller family). It was 11 PM when I realized we had driven to Austin, and I had forgotten Kenlee's cheer uniform! My pregnancy brain! Luckily Scott &amp;amp; Nikki went to my house, got the uniform, delivered it to Abilene around 1 AM, and Tracy brought it to Austin with her the next morning. "I get by with a little help from my friends!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193561331736610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SxFQ4oiCICI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nApQBWWknHo/s320/beamersAustin.jpg" /&gt;So it seems appropriate to toast my friends now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They make me appreciate every aspect of life more. They each serve a different role in my life, and it is so evident why God has put us together to navigate. It's within that circle that God shows His magnificence to each of us and uses earthly arms and mouths to reach and speak to us. I'm grateful to have a place where tears can be raw and laughter can give me an ab workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193564920502514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SxFQ415qWPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SdTbdoX97v8/s320/P1020233.JPG" /&gt;Stacey, Lisa, Erin, Tif, Kandi, Nikki, Holly &amp;amp; Dayna after Christmas Carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193572743932930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SxFQ5TC6bAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/e54vcHMMl1Q/s320/P1020252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was these lovely ladies (Dayna, Nikki, Kandi &amp;amp; Holly) who whisked me away for a Pre-Three-Oh weekend to celebrate turning 30. We missed Erin, but we had a great time on the road trip to Fredericksburg where we had great food, a fireside chat, and then shopped 'til we dropped onto the massage tables!&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the whole last year has been Thanksgiving. Here's a fun picture of The Cousins... can you imagine Easter when we have two more babies to add to the picture??? Kenlee's lap isn't big enough for all of them! I LOVED the barrel races, trampoline games, and playing Ninja Turtles with my cousins. It's so much fun to see our kids play together, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409194437717056370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SxFRrpUk23I/AAAAAAAAAMw/oQsdt44b2JU/s320/P1020273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey (21 months), Kenlee (8), Kirsten (8 months), Corbin (14 months), Layton (20 months), and Kelton (6). Coming this February: Brenna and "Cricket"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409194441859994370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SxFRr4wVEwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/c-xsBaSQ9sY/s320/P1020276.JPG" /&gt;Here's a picture of me at 30 weeks and my cousin Amber at 29 weeks. We had a sonogram 11/21 in which they estimated Cricket to be about 16-17 inches long and 3 pounds! She was too smooshed for us to see her sweet face, so we will try again 12/1. Her feet were pushing against the uterine wall toward my ribs. She was sucking on her fingers. We have been busy working on home renovation, picking out nursery furniture &amp;amp; colors, and choosing a name. The next 10 weeks will likely fly by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-4709890793104428133?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/4709890793104428133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/4709890793104428133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/4709890793104428133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SxFVpt_KPkI/AAAAAAAAANA/ofxy-8rqZhs/s72-c/Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-1784365648776663685</id><published>2009-10-28T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:05:55.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Corbin Sweetness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NjczNDk2MTEyNSZwdD*xMjU2NzM*OTczNDIxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1iN2I1ZmZkMzk5Y2Y*Njc3OGFjYjA1OWY3N2U2NzQ1NCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my nephew Corbin turned 1, the kids and I took him a cake to celebrate. I think he wants his Aunt Tif to come back with cake anytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=corbin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/corbin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-1784365648776663685?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/1784365648776663685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/10/photobucket_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/1784365648776663685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/1784365648776663685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/10/photobucket_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-4946591233370742952</id><published>2009-10-28T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:02:02.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Beamers Blue Squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Cheer Power Competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Level 2 Champions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beamers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/beamers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-4946591233370742952?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/4946591233370742952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/10/photobucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/4946591233370742952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/4946591233370742952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/10/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-8199335423801108681</id><published>2009-10-28T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:45:32.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enjoy Life. There's plenty of time to be dead."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really bad at the blog updates. I'm furiously trying to get scrapbooks caught up, so that's where all of my free time goes. Here are some pictures of what we have been doing this Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kelton's Gravity-Defying Birthday Party at The Jump Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2KpY-FWI/AAAAAAAAALw/MxhGdPDfCTc/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397623709940716898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2KpY-FWI/AAAAAAAAALw/MxhGdPDfCTc/s400/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soccer Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somehow I was lucky enough for both kids to be in the 6-8 League this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They're having a great time with soccer, but it was 47 degrees at our first game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2KDVRGDI/AAAAAAAAALo/tuyby0qyTXM/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397623699724638258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2KDVRGDI/AAAAAAAAALo/tuyby0qyTXM/s400/soccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pictures of Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kelton is in the ABC Club, the 5-Mile Club (he proudly announces that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is the 2nd fastest kid in Kindergarten), and the 100 Club.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He also had Perfect Attendance, and he brought home the ribbon and said, "Mom, I got this ribbon for going to school 6 years!" I think he meant 6 weeks! They don't do Honor Roll in Kindergarten, but he did very well on content mastery and TPRI exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2J350N5I/AAAAAAAAALg/w-sdMbbZfAc/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397623696656709522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2J350N5I/AAAAAAAAALg/w-sdMbbZfAc/s400/school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Cricket Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Currently 25 1/2 weeks along (age of viability- YAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our 4-D sonogram is scheduled for 11/21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2JUzbMJI/AAAAAAAAALY/0y_O01j9L30/s1600-h/cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397623687234662546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2JUzbMJI/AAAAAAAAALY/0y_O01j9L30/s400/cricket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also have pictures of my nephew Corbin's 1st Birthday and of Kenlee's Cheer Squad, but I am having posting difficulties, so I decided to post separately rather than starting over a 4th time! Kenlee is enjoying Musical Theater and cheerleading. Her squad got 1st place at their 1st competition this year (10/17 at the Fort Worth Convention Center). Next competition is 11/8 in Austin. She made A Honor Roll &amp;amp; Perfect Attendance, and she is excited about representing Anson for the UIL competition in the Spelling, Ready Writing, and Music Memory events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-8199335423801108681?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/8199335423801108681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/10/enjoy-life-theres-plenty-of-time-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/8199335423801108681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/8199335423801108681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/10/enjoy-life-theres-plenty-of-time-to-be.html' title='&quot;Enjoy Life. There&apos;s plenty of time to be dead.&quot;'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sug2KpY-FWI/AAAAAAAAALw/MxhGdPDfCTc/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-6423894733447997914</id><published>2009-09-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:30:31.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Down the Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meet Cooper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sr4tXgIb_sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VZkZeYO9ZPE/s1600-h/IMG_8163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385792086167256770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sr4tXgIb_sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VZkZeYO9ZPE/s400/IMG_8163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Also pictured is friend Kylie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is the boy Justin fears. His house is positioned around the corner in such a way that his back yard is traversed to our yard by foot, a bike, a golf cart, or a 4-wheeler. Cooper is allowed to drive all of those. Cooper was born 1 week before Kenlee, so they've "grown up" together. When they were 4 years old, they had to be separated at VBS because they would not stop kissing. When they were 6, Cooper announces to me that he and Kenlee are playing "Married" in the playroom. My intention was to approach this the best way I could--- ensure that they grew up so close that Kenlee would never find him attractive because he would be seen as more of a brother and protector. Besides, my little Boy-Crazy Girl has always had a thing for older men... her "boyfriends" have all been in high school since she was 3 and decided she was smitten by them.&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I answer a knock on the door, and Cooper asks, "Can Kenlee come ride around the block with me on the golf cart?" I think I just stared at him. 8 years old is not when I thought a boy would come to our house to pick Kenlee up and take her riding around! Later that week, I was making petit fours in the kitchen, and I hear the computer Jukebox playing &lt;em&gt;Cinderella&lt;/em&gt; by Steven Curtis Chapman very loudly. I peek into the living room, and Cooper is teaching Kenlee to Two Step!! I almost started bawling! Partially because of the lyrics from that song of choice: &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She spins and she sways to whatever song plays, Without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day and there's still work to do,&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!&lt;br /&gt;There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited&lt;br /&gt;and I need to practice my dancin'"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy, please!"&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will dance with Cinderella I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know if I approve of the dress&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad the prom is just one week away And I need to practice my dancin'&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy , please!"&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will dance with Cinderella I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well she came home today with a ring on her hand&lt;br /&gt;Just glowin' and tellin' us all they had planned&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad the wedding's still six months away&lt;br /&gt;but I need to practice my dancin'&lt;br /&gt;"Oh please, daddy , please!"&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call Justin and tell him to get home and dance with Kenlee because Cooper already was!  So I practiced the art of distraction: "Kenlee! Coop! Want a popsicle?" So they stopped for a popsicle and then resumed the lesson on slow-dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the football game a neighbor told me, "I think there's something serious going on in my neck of the neighborhood." I was trying to figure out if she was talking about the rash of babies being born on the street, and then she said, "I saw Kenlee riding her bike past my house again Wednesday, and I visited with her and asked what she had been up to. She said she was headed over to Cooper's to see if he wanted to ride bikes. I think it's getting pretty serious. They ride bikes several times a week, and Wednesday evening they came over together to visit me and Gracie (the dog)". At least the neighbors are keeping an eye out!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the whole situation is good for a giggle. But in the back of my mind I am very aware of how quickly we are approaching that age where we have to tell her she's not old enough to date. For now we are sending chaperones on the play dates. Cooper has a little sister Claire who was born 2 weeks before Kelton, so a pesty little brother and little sister following them around will limit the kissing... then again, having Clarie and Kelton together could eventually become a problem as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-6423894733447997914?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/6423894733447997914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-down-street.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/6423894733447997914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/6423894733447997914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-down-street.html' title='The Boy Down the Street'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sr4tXgIb_sI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VZkZeYO9ZPE/s72-c/IMG_8163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-6751362929530369541</id><published>2009-09-11T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:41:35.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Know, I'm Almost 7 Now..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hearing Kelton remind me he is "almost 7 now" made me cringe on several different levels. But I think the level that pained the most was the realization that he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remembered being flat depressed the day after Kenlee's 1st birthday. Justin thought I was crazy, but when I explained to him what was bothering me, it was so clear to me that I was already fighting a losing battle of hanging on to moments. The 1st year passed so quickly that I felt like I hadn't been able to relish in it as long as I desired. I told him "everyone says it just gets quicker as they get older. I cannot imagine the next 17 years passing at the rate the 1st one passed, much less having it pass even more quickly!" And looking at the 8 year old and 6 year old who bless my life, I can raise my eyebrows and say, "See? I was right." How can we wrap our brains around the fact that they are growing up so quickly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as Kelton celebrates turning 6 (which makes him almost 7, of course... just ask him!), I'll share a mini-memory lane of the growth and changes. From a picture of my pregnant tummy the week before he arrived to a picture at the lake last month. I'll upload birthday party pictures when I get around to getting them off of my camera ;-) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380208787753957346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SqpXYwuCd-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tNTzttwhPZA/s400/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Born Thursday, September 4, 2003 at 11:17 AM; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7 lbs, 4 oz; 20" long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Favorite pastime was entertaining Kenlee and making her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First steps were at 9 months old at a family reunion in Kerrville in June '04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By Father's Day he was showing off his walking skills all over the yard at a Father's Day cookout. He has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full-Speed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full-Throttle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever since!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380203439782225394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SqpShd-N5fI/AAAAAAAAAII/uCa2RwWb-74/s400/kb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At 1 yr old, Kelton enjoyed bathtime, making messes, playing "phone", and playing ball.&lt;br /&gt;He got his 1st haircut after his 1st birthday. He loved to hide and was very loving toward Kenlee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380203460428099298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SqpSiq4k7uI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RceBJDniKCE/s400/KB2.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At age 2, he liked wearing hats and oversized gloves. He loved jumping, swinging, eating suckers, and wearing sunglasses. He had several "buddies" he called his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He liked to hit balls and slide down slides the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380203480794049330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SqpSj2wMqzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/J__x2Pusmms/s400/KB3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Age 3 brought us the train era... a fascination with all things Train and Thomas. Kelton painted his first pumpkin that year, and he decided that some of his favorite things to do were to play golf with dad and ride horses with Uncle Rylan. By this time Kelton had a full-on addiction to sprinkles at Granny's house... the only place you get handed a full bottle of sprinkles and a spoon that fits right into the sugary heaven! He learned ABC's while brishing his teeth ALL those times after ALL those sweets! This boy sure has a sweet tooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380203501002209394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SqpSlCCMuHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XXe2EiSS3Zc/s400/KB4.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By age 4, Kelton had taught us that tasks requiring concentration are much easier when you stick your tongue out while you concentrate... a trait from great-grandmother Evelyn ;-) Age 4 revolved around dinosaurs and growling and a few sword fights here and there. He exhibited his love for &lt;strong&gt;THRILL~&lt;/strong&gt; everything is better when it is faster, higher, and loopier.&lt;br /&gt;He could write his name and identify shapes &amp;amp; colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380204678859900066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SqpTpl5WxKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Re3hMHqHGD0/s400/kb5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At age 5, Kelton asserted his position on top of the world! He believes he can conquer anything, do anything, and he is Very Frustrated when we tell him he cannot do something because he isn't old enough yet (or tall enough-- he cannot wait to ride the Titan-- I'm glad he's not at that height requirement!!) This boy tries more things than I would ever consider trying. His favorite past times are Wii Sports, Mario Kart, and playing Superhero/Villain. He strips to his underwear as soon as he is home, and he prefers it that way! He loves dressing in costumes, though, especially when his "dudes" are over here to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 554px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380218246519454098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sqpf_VXd-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/j_LhhbXFYog/s400/kb.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Almost 7" Well, I am sticking to SIX! No telling where age 6 will take us, but I have no doubt it will be a wild ride! With lots of negotiations and protests, I'm sure! But hopefully, he will not outgrow his loving spirit. Something about a boy being loving with his family that will make your heart melt. But we also know we will be entertained the whole way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-6751362929530369541?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/6751362929530369541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-im-almost-7-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/6751362929530369541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/6751362929530369541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-im-almost-7-now.html' title='&quot;You Know, I&apos;m Almost 7 Now...&quot;'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SqpXYwuCd-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tNTzttwhPZA/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-7978792227706249216</id><published>2009-09-01T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:34:19.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are learning</title><content type='html'>We made it through Week 1 of End of Summer, Start of School Year! I'm learning lots of Mommy Lessons that I hadn't anticipated God would throw into the kids' lesson plans :-) Day 2 of school I went into Kelton's room to wake him and tell him that it was time to get up for Kindergarten. He says, "Again?!?! I went yesterday!" To which I replied (of course) that we get to go again today, too! Yay! As his balled up fist and rubbed his eyes, he said, "Mom, we don't have to go every day! I'll go tomorrow." Soooo, we made a calendar showing 5 days of school, Cartoon Day, and Church Day. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Labor Day weekend is gonna throw us off, but I can at least tell him he got an extra day off for his birthday... he thinks the West Texas Fair is in honor of his birthday, so for now we go with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We floated through the week pretty well completing Kenlee's Life Timeline and a Family Tree (luckily it was our household on the tree... Mom, Dad, Kenlee, Kelton, Cricket the Baby, and Allie the dog)--- it starts getting pretty confusing when we map beyond that! But then on Thursday, Kenlee reports No Homework, and the assignment folders are not quite as parent-information-friendly as they were in the early grades. They rely more on students developing responsibility for their own assignments, which is a good thing. Anway, Friday morning, we are up in our Tiger gear, all ready for school early, and I am addressing Kelton's birthday party invitations, and Kenlee is putting stamps on them for me. She casually says, "I have to do a leaf collection." I calmly replied, "That's cool. When is that due?", and just as calmly, she says, "Today." I very distinctly feel the calm of the morning begin to drain from my forehead, down to my nose, down to my mouth, and I was glad I had the presense of mind to breathe and not freak out. I reminded her that she told me she had no homework, and that she does not get help nor sympathy from mom when she announces at 7:35 AM that she has an assignment due... after all, we are approximately 7 minutes from getting in the car. She lost some of her calm at that point and said, "Then what am I supposed to do? I don't want to get in trouble!", so I told her to get a Ziploc and fill it with leaves from the yard and to hope that counts as a collection. I can tell I am going to have to let her fall/fail this year to teach a lesson, but that's hard to sit back and watch. We had a similar episode Monday morning, but I'll spare you all the details. But it did lead to an apology at lunch where I told her that it was both of our faults, not just hers. That as a 3rd grader her teachers are expecting her to learn more responsibility, but that as a parent, it is also my job to run down the checklist to show her how to develop that responsibility. We are learning :-) It has been a great week, though. Here are random pictures from the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelton has had a good week. Here is a picture from his Classroom Blog. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376439442173721522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpzzL-Mp-7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hfp7PedwoAI/s320/IMG_00336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justin &amp;amp; I both got off work early yesterday, so we took the kids for a little bit of golf. Not sure how we both play right-handed and ended up with 2 left-handed players for kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376443963374959154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Spz3TI_B-jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x95Wo8F_IdI/s320/IMG_7856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376440900939168850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Spz0g4hcPFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JyQERYnLLKQ/s320/IMG_7895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were putting right on top of one another, but both putted in =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376438787618703010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Spzyl3ylBqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/93WEp8x90GY/s320/golf2.jpg" /&gt;Driving the golf cart is the highlight for both kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376438802454422114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpzymvDsImI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YMECfv9Pknc/s320/golf4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenlee &amp;amp; my nephew Corbin (Can't believe he's almost walking!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376438837670340322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpzyoyP0ZuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2UbK0r8n76Q/s320/Copy+of+KCorbin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenlee took a pic of my 17-week profile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We haven't been documenting that up to this point, but I figure it's time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe we're closing in on the halfway point!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny how most of the time I just feel pretty thick, but at night, it seems to grow a lot! The kids are amused how I look more pregnant at night. I bought a doppler off of eBay, so we have all had fun listening to "Cricket" as well as to Kenlee's &amp;amp; Kelton's heartbeats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376438828100003442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpzyoOmEpnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3iR4fG6kV84/s320/17+weeks.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-7978792227706249216?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/7978792227706249216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/7978792227706249216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/7978792227706249216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-learning.html' title='We are learning'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpzzL-Mp-7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hfp7PedwoAI/s72-c/IMG_00336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-1613938639581536851</id><published>2009-08-24T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:30:11.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn the Page...</title><content type='html'>I knew it would be somewhat torturous to do this, but as Kindergarten began looming, I started a trek down memory lane. I read some of the journal that I started for Kelton while I was pregnant with him, considering some of the hopes and dreams I had for this baby and this family before we even knew if he was a He. I'm so glad we've packed the past 6 years with so many memories and lessons... mostly lessons he has taught me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of weeks, he and I have gone through the 9 scrapbooks that hold those memories since our minds fade too easily. Lots of Gut-Laughs throughout those books! I am so grateful for each day God gives me with these 2 precious kiddos! They have created so many dimensions in my life I never knew could exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenlee's 1st day of Third Grade, and Kelton's 1st Day of Kindergarten!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728244060899298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNRXeK7x-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xyw6lg55DT0/s400/IMG_7832a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728233925850098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNRW4ajM_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8i0It6TiLAs/s400/IMG_7828.JPG" /&gt;It was this moment at Meet The Teacher Night where my eyes started burning... seeing his name on his desk, and seeing him sit in that tiny chair. So independent. I was biting my cheek trying not to cry and embarrass him. I'm sure these hormones are compounding the emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really answered my prayers, though! I prayed that God would give Kelton the Kindergarten teacher he needed... one who would have a loving way of teaching him to channel his focus and energy without breaking his spirit. And one who would make him feel comfortable and special and yet push him outside his personal limitations to reach the heights God has set before him.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jobe is amazing~ Kelton knows her from church, and she volunteers with the children's department there, so she knows him as well ;-) He is friends with her son, and Mrs. Jobe is a friend of mine, so I feel like partnering with her in his education will be easy. She is a godly woman and mother who prays for her students and her mission. And hey, if she has the patience of Job, we're in good shape ;-) AND she has a classroom blog with pictures and updates, so I feel like I can peek into the window of his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jobe is a good sport, too--- when I asked about getting a photo on Meet the Teacher night, she asked Kelton where we should take the picture. When he chose to stand IN the power point, she didn't even hesitate to smile for the photo he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728218435193442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNRV-tSimI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7niCIYKGUv8/s400/IMG_7830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, of course, then I had to get the traditional shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728224226957842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNRWUSJ2hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s12AItDqS-g/s400/IMG_7831.JPG" /&gt; By 5:30 AM the next morning, she had emailed me the following family picture to commemorate the night. Scrapbooking his Kindergarten year is going to be so easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing it all fly by will not be so easy, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373733819910166866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNWcB0_mVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BewLm5Eiw1k/s400/Kelton.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's a lot of emphasis on the Kindergarten year, but it has been equally overwhelming to realize how quickly Miss Kenlee is turning into a young lady before our eyes. She is excited about 3rd grade because this is the 1st year they get to have a homeroom teacher and rotate classes between three 3rd grade teachers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could tell she was a little nervous when she saw her name on the list under Mrs. Logan's name. Mrs. Logan grew up in Stamford, but she is new to Anson this year, so Kenlee had no frame of reference, no familiarity. In 1st and 2nd grade, Kenlee had teachers she knew previously from church. However, as soon as we got to the room, Mrs. Logan put us at ease. She is very friendly, and she had Kenlee's desk next to her workstation by the Prometheum Board. Of course, to Kenlee, that meant that Mrs. Logan purposefully put her there because she knew she would be a great helper... I love her confidence! Random tidbit: Kenlee thinks Mrs. Logan looks like her favorite meteorologist! LOL! The KTXS field trip last year had an impact!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNRVLdtKpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8FsZLe3ck3I/s1600-h/IMG_7829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728204679621266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNRVLdtKpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8FsZLe3ck3I/s400/IMG_7829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I think back over my 21 years of school, 3rd grade was my absolute favorite year. I loved high school and the many opportunities I had, but 3rd grade stands out as a year of many firsts, and it is the 1st year I had so many distinct memories of learning something. Oddly, it is the only year I ever got paddled... talking too much... imagine that! From my favorite elementary teacher, too! I think she went easy on the swat, but it sure hurt my pride. It's hard to imagine that my daughter is at that place in her life... that place where I got to decorate a set with tempora paint, use colored macaroni noodles to practice multiplication &amp;amp; division, (I learned cursive in 3rd grade, but now they are tackling that in 2nd), and also the place where I got that "check yes or no" note passed to me from across the classroom... and confiscated! At the Disney store this weekend, I bought her a gown just because I was hoping she would still wear a gown. In our world we are into Hannah Montana, HSM 3, and Camp Rock pj's; so I was relieved when she agreed to the gown. At least for one more year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a successful first day for us all. No tears from the kids. No tears from me (well, not until the parking lot). I got to have lunch in the cafeteria twice to check in and see how the day was shaping up for each of them. Then they overloaded my car with friends after school. Kelton had 2 friends over and reported that his favorite part of the day was "all of it. I can't pick." Kenlee had 1 friend over and said that her favorite part of the day was getting to know each of her new teachers. They were both exhausted and ready for bed without negotiations. We have begun a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6515399399225000447-1613938639581536851?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/1613938639581536851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/turn-page.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/1613938639581536851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/1613938639581536851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/turn-page.html' title='Turn the Page...'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNRXeK7x-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xyw6lg55DT0/s72-c/IMG_7832a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-3843953673857950401</id><published>2009-08-24T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:21:37.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"One Love! One Heart! Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright!" ~ Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>What happens when you have several hundred pictures from vacation? It's takes a while to find the drive to upload, edit, sort, condense, and post ;-) Here are some photos from our 9th anniversary vacation in Jamaica with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel was the Iberostar in Montego Bay, and the staff there were phenomenal! The food was amazing! Kenlee was interested in trying the many different tropical drink concoctions, but Kelton found an old faithful on Day 1 and never deviated: The Miami Vice (pina colada, strawberry daquiri swirl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenlee had a good time trying new things and learning about the culture. She discovered guava jam! When asked about her favorite things from the trip she says, "the beach and the resort and shows there" (the resort had nightly entertainment. Kelton even joined onstage performing The Chicken Dance ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelton just loved that there was so much water and that it was so accessible~ he didn't care if it was the ocean, the lazy river, one of the resort pools, or the water falls, he just loved to go head first! His favorites are: "Snake, lizard, macaw, stingray, shark, dolphin, and Miami Vice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the many wild things the kids came into contact with~ Kelton even snorkeled with the stingrays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373713299764289522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNDxmU-H_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2U08BrrD1Ew/s400/wildjamaica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick's Cafe in Negril is a place I have been wanting to go to for years. It boasts amazing Cliff Diving into the most unreal water~ Although locals were showing off their spectacular dives from 75 feet and 95 feet, visitors are limited to 55 feet and less. Justin went for it, taking the plunge from 55 feet up! Then he jumped with Kelton from the 15 feet ledge, and Kenlee took the 15 foot ledge with a running leap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373713287637102242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNDw5Jn7qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2KL6zzicNso/s400/ricksjamaica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick's Cafe was also the site where we told the kids about their new baby brother or baby sister. We told them we took them to a memorable spot with a famous sunset to tell them exciting news about our family... God had answered our prayers and is sending a baby to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373697385305652290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpM1TQWWvEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mfkOPc7DjDA/s400/jamaicafamily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July on the day we told the kids we were taking a family vacation in August, Kenlee wanted to go eat at China Star. Her fortune said "You will step on the soil of many countries." (Of course, I kept that for the scrapbook), so we got a picture of the family's feet in the Jamaican soil/sand. We hope to add more to that over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373708947768917218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpM_0R4avOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kdzGulHTzNk/s400/lovejamaica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373708937919805730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpM_ztMNOSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/77KOO79rgE0/s400/jamaicacoconut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373708922430415346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpM_yzfP4fI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HZ1IEFx53d4/s400/jamaicabeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373697375709697554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpM1SsmgFhI/AAAAAAAAADw/OG2GGIEBTKM/s400/jamaicadolphin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373697357744623938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpM1RprS0UI/AAAAAAAAADo/3-zpJwcNZVA/s400/jamaicamarg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373697342943638386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpM1Qyids3I/AAAAAAAAADg/hTC9tl6dIsQ/s400/jamaicamisc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373719261994795874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNJMpXfw2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/l8n1kR7j4Cg/s400/dunns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We also went to climb Dunn's River Falls in Ocho Rios, one of Jamaica's National Treasures. 600 feet of cascading falls, and also a location shoot for the movie Cocktail. The water was so cold! This was one of the kids' favorite ventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6515399399225000447-3843953673857950401?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/3843953673857950401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-love-one-heart-give-thanks-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/3843953673857950401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/3843953673857950401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-love-one-heart-give-thanks-and.html' title='&quot;One Love! 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Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright!&quot; ~ Bob Marley'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SpNDxmU-H_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2U08BrrD1Ew/s72-c/wildjamaica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-3322884909294577768</id><published>2009-08-08T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:47:46.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's Gift from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2onJoe-ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fi4d9ItOeOk/s1600-h/IMG_7421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367631721449585042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2onJoe-ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fi4d9ItOeOk/s320/IMG_7421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin and I decided that the world famous Negril Sunset on our 9th anniversary would be a memorable setting to tell the kids about the little brother or sister they will meet in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;They were so excited! Of course, Kelton then asked me approximately 76 times on the remainder of the trip "How is baby doing?", which reiterated to me why we kept the secret for so long! They currently are both requesting a brother, but Kenlee changes her mind pretty frequently. I keep reminding them that we get to ask God, "Please send a baby to our family" and He gets to pick Boy or Girl. Boys and Girls are so different, and I love that we have been blessed with one of each, so we are content with whichever He chooses to send our way... though I am sure I will learn that all 3 are so different and unique, even if 2 share a gender.&lt;br /&gt;Official due date is 2/5/10, which is amazing, since Kenlee's due date was 2/5/01!! God's plans are perfect!  I definitely won't repeat the 10 days post-due that we had with Miss Kenlee who showed us up front who was boss with her 2/15/01 arrival!&lt;br /&gt;We had a sonogram at 5 weeks that revealed a healthy little blob :-) Another sonogram at 7 weeks apparently showed the doctor more (???) but we were happy to see the little blob once again with a flutter of heart tissue pulsing on the screen. How Amazing is it that tiny blobs have functional hearts????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2oSwkl8uI/AAAAAAAAADI/ylkhi6fBNk8/s1600-h/sono1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367631371124994786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2oSwkl8uI/AAAAAAAAADI/ylkhi6fBNk8/s400/sono1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 12 week sonogram was in response to a scare. I had an ovarian cyst rupture the night of July 29th which caused pain and bleeding and some unsettling thoughts. The next morning, though, the nurse found a good, strong heartbeat of 150 bpm (girl range if you believe the wive's tale). The sonogram showed no problems whatsoever, and we got a cute little wave from the baby, who was very active and was flipping around showing us his/her tricks. We got a wide open shot of the gentilia area, and the technician said she could see no appendages poking out, but she assured us it was still too early to tell, so no gender shopping yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2oMYPd_UI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ewj79_LDHYk/s1600-h/sono2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367631261514726722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2oMYPd_UI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ewj79_LDHYk/s400/sono2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" width="211" height="105" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6515399399225000447-3322884909294577768?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/3322884909294577768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/valentines-gift-from-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/3322884909294577768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/3322884909294577768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/valentines-gift-from-god.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s Gift from God'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2onJoe-ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fi4d9ItOeOk/s72-c/IMG_7421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-2980093194046807849</id><published>2009-08-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:00:52.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hearty Laugh from the Second Row...</title><content type='html'>The last weekend of July the kids &amp;amp; I went to Waco to visit Sandra, Darren &amp;amp; Daniel. The weekend kept me giggling as I remembered one of the things I love Very Mostest about childhood... that mirth that wells up from your toes and leaks out of every orifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was a game of basketball, slurping on popsicles or taking a car ride to Waco, Daniel was very vocal about his amusement with Kenlee &amp;amp; Kelton. He conjures up this belly laugh and holds nothing back as he twists, writhes, and shows his belly to express his glee. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367605797195574370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2RCKQrbGI/AAAAAAAAACw/ej0g2o33_KE/s400/daniel.jpg" /&gt;El chico de muchos sombreros.... one of Daniel's favorite past times is gathering up as many hats from his dad's hat collection as he can carry in 3 trips and stacking them on someone's head. He is very intent in that work, and hiding the hats from him is a quick way to ruin his day ;-) I wish I could see the honey again this week, but we share a bond across the miles... he is one guy who gets my amusement with K2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367607416864750754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2Sgb_5vKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mLdIXA1its4/s400/daniel1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" width="218" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-2980093194046807849?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/2980093194046807849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/hearty-laugh-from-second-row.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/2980093194046807849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/2980093194046807849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/08/hearty-laugh-from-second-row.html' title='A Hearty Laugh from the Second Row...'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Sn2RCKQrbGI/AAAAAAAAACw/ej0g2o33_KE/s72-c/daniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-5328382800407966219</id><published>2009-07-23T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:00:32.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SuMmEr!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am beginning to think that I will need a vacation from summer ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started the summer with Memorial Day weekend at Lake Cisco where Kenlee caught a 17" fish, and Kelton re-discovered his love for tubing and anything thrilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646489014570882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhlExTvD4I/AAAAAAAAABo/2fJNokQt2JU/s400/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he wore himself out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361644230034980210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhjBR9B_XI/AAAAAAAAABY/5j6BHVlphbg/s400/p3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We also got to spend the night with Granny, and the kids got to help nurse a baby fawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361645672432681858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhkVPTcQ4I/AAAAAAAAABg/cgylIMyugQA/s400/p2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend we headed to graduation in Comanche on Friday and Strawn on Saturday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On to June!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st weekend of June was dance recital for Desiree &amp;amp; Kenlee.&lt;br /&gt;Dress rehearsal was on Saturday &amp;amp; recital was held on Sunday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361647032066735026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhlkYVde7I/AAAAAAAAABw/BitN7ZPYBwM/s400/p4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd weekend of June I headed to Lueders as a sponsor for Lad &amp;amp; Lassie Church Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhZ9_w4JZI/AAAAAAAAABI/41ILx_rfeu8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361634278007907730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhZ9_w4JZI/AAAAAAAAABI/41ILx_rfeu8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did archery, Bible study, canoeing, crafts, paddle boats,&lt;br /&gt;swimming, water slides, worship, and the zip line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Smhm_KUrUAI/AAAAAAAAACA/dwNKytF5nbk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361648591673446402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Smhm_KUrUAI/AAAAAAAAACA/dwNKytF5nbk/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Smhm3X5PwQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/70RIYOKgpMA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361648457877537026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Smhm3X5PwQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/70RIYOKgpMA/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 3rd weekend of June we hosted a baby shower for Erin C. on Friday &amp;amp; Erin S. on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last week of June Kenlee ventured on a charter bus to church camp in Waxahachie... so far from home! She LOVED it and would've stayed the whole summer if she could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was away, Kelton and I ventured back to Leuders for church camp&lt;br /&gt;for him and a couple of other preschoolers ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649645480994546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/Smhn8gD-ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/PYFrACyKIZc/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoJu2EwcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v_gVYVJreWQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649872787521986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoJu2EwcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v_gVYVJreWQ/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoQ9FywEI/AAAAAAAAACY/pwtcdqRoqco/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649996870631490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoQ9FywEI/AAAAAAAAACY/pwtcdqRoqco/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoaUCdO0I/AAAAAAAAACg/3M7jcWu8_20/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361650157649476418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoaUCdO0I/AAAAAAAAACg/3M7jcWu8_20/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoiIgtZfI/AAAAAAAAACo/l3EBfridrdk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361650291994093042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhoiIgtZfI/AAAAAAAAACo/l3EBfridrdk/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think the calendar is up to July now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, the 1st weekend we hosted Kandi's baby shower &amp;amp; celebrated&lt;br /&gt;a family birthday with a cookout. And, of course, we got to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;new baby Evyn, new baby Wade, and 4th of July celebrations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;July 6-10 Kenlee participated in AHS Mini-Cheer camp, and both kids had swim lessons.&lt;br /&gt;The next week held the rigorous Choreography Camp for Beamers Cheerleading and date day with Aunt Candy &amp;amp; Aunt Pam (I think I got a nap in that day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is VBS (I was NOT expecting to have 38 preschoolers in my class!!! God is good~)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this weekend we can get to Waco to visit Daniel,&lt;br /&gt;then we will celebrate baby Arianna's baptism and Christina's baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we have had a Jam-Packed Summer, we've had lots of pajama days where we hang out at the house playing trains, transformers, Barbies, and school. Kenlee has perfected making blueberry pancakes this summer, and we've luxuriated in some lazy days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we are on the countdown to family vacation in Jamaica! For some reason, we have decided to spend our 9th anniversary WITH the kids on a tropical island ;-) We're excited, and the kids have been working &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; hard to save money for swimming with the dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe keeping busy this summer keeps my mind of the looming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day of Kindergarten&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;First Day of Third Grade&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-5328382800407966219?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/5328382800407966219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/5328382800407966219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/5328382800407966219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html' title='SuMmEr!!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/SmhlExTvD4I/AAAAAAAAABo/2fJNokQt2JU/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515399399225000447.post-4794167064487887529</id><published>2009-07-11T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:15:43.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facebook has been a great way to connect with old friends and to get to know new friends better. I have also enjoyed keeping up with my family through their blogs, so I decided to create a Smith Station Central for me to update friends and family on the happeningsof this branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/?action=view&amp;amp;current=signature.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="signature" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n112/tifanismith/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6515399399225000447-4794167064487887529?l=tifanismith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/feeds/4794167064487887529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook-has-been-great-way-to-connect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/4794167064487887529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515399399225000447/posts/default/4794167064487887529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tifanismith.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook-has-been-great-way-to-connect.html' title=''/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10150785652735146014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvrh0vpWncI/TAarqBd_srI/AAAAAAAAATc/V4GlkmDyjNk/S220/n29624012_38048797_8544.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
