<?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-2366614120890216929</id><updated>2012-02-17T19:20:13.340-05:00</updated><category term='Food Friday'/><category term='Thrifty Thursday'/><title type='text'>Peeks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>621</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-5699053789767722734</id><published>2012-02-17T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T07:00:01.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone loves Tetris...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when we're supposed to be asleep in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Koen8eOdlTk/Tzhmpv5kStI/AAAAAAAAEfc/zae8XacC8SQ/s1600/0211122323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Koen8eOdlTk/Tzhmpv5kStI/AAAAAAAAEfc/zae8XacC8SQ/s640/0211122323.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-5699053789767722734?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5699053789767722734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=5699053789767722734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5699053789767722734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5699053789767722734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Koen8eOdlTk/Tzhmpv5kStI/AAAAAAAAEfc/zae8XacC8SQ/s72-c/0211122323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4091532938271242486</id><published>2012-02-16T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T07:00:09.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day she asks me when I'm going to have a baby in my tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She tells me she wants a sister first and then a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today she said, "Spread out this blanket on the floor and wrap me up like baby Jesus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TInALcLD3rM/TzhlNyGRCwI/AAAAAAAAEfU/ks-TvZlCrAA/s1600/IMG_0780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TInALcLD3rM/TzhlNyGRCwI/AAAAAAAAEfU/ks-TvZlCrAA/s640/IMG_0780.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4091532938271242486?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4091532938271242486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4091532938271242486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4091532938271242486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4091532938271242486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TInALcLD3rM/TzhlNyGRCwI/AAAAAAAAEfU/ks-TvZlCrAA/s72-c/IMG_0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4722156663396360766</id><published>2012-02-15T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T07:00:02.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love our new used car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been a one car family for so long that I'm not gonna know what to do with a vehicle of my own!&amp;nbsp; Just kidding.&amp;nbsp; I know exactly what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtd9OxwgWMM/Tzhj8hyy6ZI/AAAAAAAAEfM/civzweJErs8/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtd9OxwgWMM/Tzhj8hyy6ZI/AAAAAAAAEfM/civzweJErs8/s640/IMG_0705.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4722156663396360766?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4722156663396360766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4722156663396360766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4722156663396360766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4722156663396360766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtd9OxwgWMM/Tzhj8hyy6ZI/AAAAAAAAEfM/civzweJErs8/s72-c/IMG_0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7832535537423668112</id><published>2012-02-14T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T13:42:17.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves singing cards, especially Taylor Swift ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4sL3eGzmMY/Tzqqs81NxQI/AAAAAAAAEfk/LnZ-BhGJsGU/s1600/IMG_0784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4sL3eGzmMY/Tzqqs81NxQI/AAAAAAAAEfk/LnZ-BhGJsGU/s640/IMG_0784.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7832535537423668112?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7832535537423668112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7832535537423668112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7832535537423668112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7832535537423668112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4sL3eGzmMY/Tzqqs81NxQI/AAAAAAAAEfk/LnZ-BhGJsGU/s72-c/IMG_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-1747386957297222897</id><published>2012-02-13T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:00:03.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We loved the circus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31TiG_gjmik/TzhiFdC8j-I/AAAAAAAAEe0/AQe-IQHue_Y/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31TiG_gjmik/TzhiFdC8j-I/AAAAAAAAEe0/AQe-IQHue_Y/s640/IMG_0764.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7KhSM9Fh0M/TzhiNOlEO0I/AAAAAAAAEe8/xMWl9ZkAeV4/s1600/IMG_0740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7KhSM9Fh0M/TzhiNOlEO0I/AAAAAAAAEe8/xMWl9ZkAeV4/s640/IMG_0740.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw4dE3pLUJY/TzhiSZSC_QI/AAAAAAAAEfE/FFFbjLMh7a0/s1600/IMG_0724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7l_EiuGPwg/TzhgRhyhBZI/AAAAAAAAEes/7JJ0LeyaKQc/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7l_EiuGPwg/TzhgRhyhBZI/AAAAAAAAEes/7JJ0LeyaKQc/s640/IMG_0697.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-8971778917064769686?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8971778917064769686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=8971778917064769686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8971778917064769686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8971778917064769686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7l_EiuGPwg/TzhgRhyhBZI/AAAAAAAAEes/7JJ0LeyaKQc/s72-c/IMG_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7890184111153023096</id><published>2012-02-10T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:00:06.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v45XQF2yoPA/TzKZwq_-_TI/AAAAAAAAEek/pZqL7xpMXOo/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v45XQF2yoPA/TzKZwq_-_TI/AAAAAAAAEek/pZqL7xpMXOo/s640/IMG_0691.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7890184111153023096?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7890184111153023096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7890184111153023096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7890184111153023096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7890184111153023096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v45XQF2yoPA/TzKZwq_-_TI/AAAAAAAAEek/pZqL7xpMXOo/s72-c/IMG_0691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4097039164711537081</id><published>2012-02-09T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:41:00.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6wnWbprz_k/TzKXgPF-EWI/AAAAAAAAEec/WopDPQWXBeo/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6wnWbprz_k/TzKXgPF-EWI/AAAAAAAAEec/WopDPQWXBeo/s640/IMG_0680.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4097039164711537081?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4097039164711537081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4097039164711537081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4097039164711537081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4097039164711537081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6wnWbprz_k/TzKXgPF-EWI/AAAAAAAAEec/WopDPQWXBeo/s72-c/IMG_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-868467330479508332</id><published>2012-02-08T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T10:36:29.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love school time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfeBEfzk6kI/TzKSOlFIdWI/AAAAAAAAEeU/8eE_3W_lmYo/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfeBEfzk6kI/TzKSOlFIdWI/AAAAAAAAEeU/8eE_3W_lmYo/s640/IMG_0690.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was listening to 3 other moms at gymnastics yesterday saying that their daughters (who are all at least 6 months older than Sweet Cheeks) still don't know all of their letters.  It made me feel like a pretty awesome mom that Sweet Cheeks knows all her letters and their sounds and that she can write them too.  There.  I'm done bragging.  Oh wait...can I brag about one more thing really quick?  Then I'll be done.  For all my mormon family and friends...Sweet Cheeks, who just started in the Sunbeam class, stood up in primary on Sunday and recited the 1st Article of Faith by herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We believe in God, the Eternal Father, and in His Son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost."&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-868467330479508332?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/868467330479508332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=868467330479508332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/868467330479508332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/868467330479508332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfeBEfzk6kI/TzKSOlFIdWI/AAAAAAAAEeU/8eE_3W_lmYo/s72-c/IMG_0690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6655477386870538309</id><published>2012-02-07T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:25:39.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love when Sweet Cheeks is cooperative.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was awesome at the dentist today.&amp;nbsp; Come to find out, she has princess teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What an accomplishment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dQSMqTJA6s/TzF6U01rw3I/AAAAAAAAEeM/l7Hye7CwMoY/s1600/0207121202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dQSMqTJA6s/TzF6U01rw3I/AAAAAAAAEeM/l7Hye7CwMoY/s640/0207121202.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6655477386870538309?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6655477386870538309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6655477386870538309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6655477386870538309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6655477386870538309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dQSMqTJA6s/TzF6U01rw3I/AAAAAAAAEeM/l7Hye7CwMoY/s72-c/0207121202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4934003706116489313</id><published>2012-02-06T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:10:18.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;("Daddy is like Flynn Rider and I'm like Rapunzel.")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcZ2B1kqybc/Ty_Q9za2e4I/AAAAAAAAEd8/6odgTvNbWQ8/s1600/IMG_0674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcZ2B1kqybc/Ty_Q9za2e4I/AAAAAAAAEd8/6odgTvNbWQ8/s640/IMG_0674.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4934003706116489313?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4934003706116489313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4934003706116489313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4934003706116489313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4934003706116489313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcZ2B1kqybc/Ty_Q9za2e4I/AAAAAAAAEd8/6odgTvNbWQ8/s72-c/IMG_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-1273087068743278003</id><published>2012-02-05T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T07:15:00.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that she loves music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gets so excited when she recognizes a song and can sing to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwumso2jaSU/Ty3YE4JpPXI/AAAAAAAAEd0/TgKin7Klm0c/s1600/IMG_0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwumso2jaSU/Ty3YE4JpPXI/AAAAAAAAEd0/TgKin7Klm0c/s640/IMG_0667.JPG" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-1273087068743278003?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/1273087068743278003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=1273087068743278003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/1273087068743278003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/1273087068743278003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwumso2jaSU/Ty3YE4JpPXI/AAAAAAAAEd0/TgKin7Klm0c/s72-c/IMG_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2252729170180894919</id><published>2012-02-04T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T07:27:00.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fairy Fruit Loops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvljOmzrAlY/TyvgoV0zFfI/AAAAAAAAEds/Obtt2ygqqnU/s1600/IMG_0666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvljOmzrAlY/TyvgoV0zFfI/AAAAAAAAEds/Obtt2ygqqnU/s640/IMG_0666.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2252729170180894919?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2252729170180894919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2252729170180894919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2252729170180894919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2252729170180894919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvljOmzrAlY/TyvgoV0zFfI/AAAAAAAAEds/Obtt2ygqqnU/s72-c/IMG_0666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2155692411707288723</id><published>2012-02-03T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T06:46:00.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these curls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7JsQPrN80s/TysgT7TBG5I/AAAAAAAAEdk/EALBZx9Ub-s/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7JsQPrN80s/TysgT7TBG5I/AAAAAAAAEdk/EALBZx9Ub-s/s640/IMG_0655.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2155692411707288723?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2155692411707288723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2155692411707288723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2155692411707288723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2155692411707288723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7JsQPrN80s/TysgT7TBG5I/AAAAAAAAEdk/EALBZx9Ub-s/s72-c/IMG_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4850756676895359776</id><published>2012-02-02T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:20:00.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that Sweet Cheeks comes into my bedroom at 7:01am &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; morning to tell me, "Mommy, it's morning time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVaBiQRqrU/TylFJiN-sEI/AAAAAAAAEdM/5BpCZrFSb80/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVaBiQRqrU/TylFJiN-sEI/AAAAAAAAEdM/5BpCZrFSb80/s640/IMG_0647.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4850756676895359776?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4850756676895359776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4850756676895359776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4850756676895359776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4850756676895359776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVaBiQRqrU/TylFJiN-sEI/AAAAAAAAEdM/5BpCZrFSb80/s72-c/IMG_0647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-5526043786224259821</id><published>2012-02-01T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T09:03:15.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the month of love again, and I'm going to post something that I love every day this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that T-Bone takes Sugar out in the morning so that I don't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6Di45pNt3k/TylFFHHN2oI/AAAAAAAAEdE/8rVATynGGaI/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6Di45pNt3k/TylFFHHN2oI/AAAAAAAAEdE/8rVATynGGaI/s640/IMG_0645.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-5526043786224259821?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5526043786224259821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=5526043786224259821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5526043786224259821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5526043786224259821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6Di45pNt3k/TylFFHHN2oI/AAAAAAAAEdE/8rVATynGGaI/s72-c/IMG_0645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7434547933155321933</id><published>2012-01-23T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:12:45.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Write...What to Write...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the last month I didn't think it would be all that interesting to write about how I'm finally back on track with my daily/monthly/quarterly chore chart that I keep for myself, or how I'm menu planning again, or how I'm back to exercising everyday, or how I'm actually&amp;nbsp;following the&amp;nbsp;home school preschool&amp;nbsp;schedule that I made to do with Sweet Cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See?&amp;nbsp; Boring, right?&amp;nbsp; You're already scrolling down, looking for something funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's been our life the last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a few sewing projects in the works: another scripture bag for another niece turning 8 in March, a purse that I'm in desperate need of, because I'm &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;carrying that cute bag that I bought last spring to use "just for the summer", a baby quilt, and a memory quilt for an amazing woman that lost her husband (to give to their daughter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks is now out of the nursery at church, and is in the Sunbeam class for children that will turn 4 sometime this year.&amp;nbsp; She loves that!&amp;nbsp; She's still loving gymnastics every week.&amp;nbsp; This morning we went to visit the preschool that she'll be attending starting this fall, and we're excited about that.&amp;nbsp; I won't tell you about 2 weeks ago when I called the school just to get information, and then I cried when I got off the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean what will I do when&amp;nbsp;my daily entertainment goes off to school?&amp;nbsp; Even if it is only for 3 hours?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple days ago&amp;nbsp;she walked in the door, threw herself across the arm of the couch,&amp;nbsp;and said to me, "Take off my boots, Woman!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, T-Bone does NOT talk to me like that.&amp;nbsp; She hears&amp;nbsp;her cousin say that&amp;nbsp;to her mom.&amp;nbsp; See what I'm dealing with here?&amp;nbsp; My weird niece is&amp;nbsp;teaching my weird daughter all kinds of lovely things.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; But I just keep reminding myself that I taught my younger siblings all kinds of lovely things, so this is just payback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This afternoon I was walking through the living room while Sweet Cheeks was watching&amp;nbsp;her rest time movie, and she says, "Mommy look at this.&amp;nbsp; I can put my lollipop in my belly button."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only does my daughter know her ABC's and 123's, she can&amp;nbsp;put her lollipop stick in her belly button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that is talent right there, folks.&amp;nbsp; Talent.&amp;nbsp; And look how good she is at recreating this weird moment for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qusvQrM4kbY/Tx28uwhbtKI/AAAAAAAAEcw/L92nYfx-43o/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qusvQrM4kbY/Tx28uwhbtKI/AAAAAAAAEcw/L92nYfx-43o/s640/IMG_0641.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7434547933155321933?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7434547933155321933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7434547933155321933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7434547933155321933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7434547933155321933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-to-writewhat-to-write.html' title='What to Write...What to Write...'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qusvQrM4kbY/Tx28uwhbtKI/AAAAAAAAEcw/L92nYfx-43o/s72-c/IMG_0641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3013354750912363053</id><published>2012-01-16T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:21:54.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Paint A Rainbow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I guess Sweet Cheeks is one of those artists that makes you really think deep about the painting.&amp;nbsp; She came to me earlier and said, "Can I paint a rainbow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her version of a rainbow.&amp;nbsp; I'm still in deep thought.&amp;nbsp; What does it all mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n41TbtgOss/TxR4d8qAOFI/AAAAAAAAEck/jbsKPuKYn-A/s1600/IMG_0628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n41TbtgOss/TxR4d8qAOFI/AAAAAAAAEck/jbsKPuKYn-A/s640/IMG_0628.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3013354750912363053?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3013354750912363053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3013354750912363053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3013354750912363053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3013354750912363053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/01/can-i-paint-rainbow.html' title='Can I Paint A Rainbow?'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8n41TbtgOss/TxR4d8qAOFI/AAAAAAAAEck/jbsKPuKYn-A/s72-c/IMG_0628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-1668359776008910623</id><published>2012-01-13T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:00:14.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 is Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 8th Birthday to one of the most entertaining people we know, our niece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She will be baptized a member of our church on Sunday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made her a scripture bag to carry her fancy new scriptures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvnspMdZ9Oo/Tw8qu7yBsqI/AAAAAAAAEcE/cBVKaCTpbDg/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="510" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvnspMdZ9Oo/Tw8qu7yBsqI/AAAAAAAAEcE/cBVKaCTpbDg/s640/IMG_0621.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHpkCoBWzJM/Tw8qzgcojfI/AAAAAAAAEcM/qlvyei63dIM/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHpkCoBWzJM/Tw8qzgcojfI/AAAAAAAAEcM/qlvyei63dIM/s640/IMG_0623.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp-pQA4K6JY/Tw8q4Q2hKOI/AAAAAAAAEcU/PToZZzCRjvQ/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp-pQA4K6JY/Tw8q4Q2hKOI/AAAAAAAAEcU/PToZZzCRjvQ/s640/IMG_0626.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-1668359776008910623?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/1668359776008910623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=1668359776008910623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/1668359776008910623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/1668359776008910623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-is-great.html' title='8 is Great!'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvnspMdZ9Oo/Tw8qu7yBsqI/AAAAAAAAEcE/cBVKaCTpbDg/s72-c/IMG_0621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2986760989728939799</id><published>2012-01-06T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:13:18.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Educating Sweet Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks got a pretty awesome doll house for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; The problem we found though, is that there are not awesome doll families for sale out there.&amp;nbsp; Santa decided to go with the least of all the evils and give Sweet Cheeks a doll family that's not only cute, but educational too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4BZAJ6xDkE/TwcWXRcITWI/AAAAAAAAEbk/KHO2Unw4dKY/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4BZAJ6xDkE/TwcWXRcITWI/AAAAAAAAEbk/KHO2Unw4dKY/s640/IMG_0589.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Jessica.&amp;nbsp; She's pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-Mm2yhEIOw/TwcTuyfIP8I/AAAAAAAAEaM/2KeF2JfYRU8/s1600/IMG_0603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-Mm2yhEIOw/TwcTuyfIP8I/AAAAAAAAEaM/2KeF2JfYRU8/s640/IMG_0603.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica thinks her maternity capris are really comfy the way that they go over her belly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8tJIVu7GK8/TwcTySLyebI/AAAAAAAAEaU/YsrrKwQ23dc/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8tJIVu7GK8/TwcTySLyebI/AAAAAAAAEaU/YsrrKwQ23dc/s640/IMG_0604.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica wanted to pose for one last belly shot before she went in to have the baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-so2qWZm-u90/TwcT2p3oFJI/AAAAAAAAEac/saCeRHouyEk/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-so2qWZm-u90/TwcT2p3oFJI/AAAAAAAAEac/saCeRHouyEk/s640/IMG_0605.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She waits patiently in the hospital bed for the doctor to get there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTP-fzd5FI0/TwcT6__p-7I/AAAAAAAAEak/dB-SCjrM9Sc/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTP-fzd5FI0/TwcT6__p-7I/AAAAAAAAEak/dB-SCjrM9Sc/s640/IMG_0606.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hello Jessica.&amp;nbsp; I'm Dr. Beast.&amp;nbsp; Just relax.&amp;nbsp; This won't hurt a bit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlmkNloNK6w/TwcZ_WCeg5I/AAAAAAAAEbs/rE30HU5Lwwo/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlmkNloNK6w/TwcZ_WCeg5I/AAAAAAAAEbs/rE30HU5Lwwo/s640/IMG_0615.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Beast snaps off Jessica's stomach,﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8jZEip6Ueg/TwcaEcuFP8I/AAAAAAAAEb0/0WnhqTIqVSo/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8jZEip6Ueg/TwcaEcuFP8I/AAAAAAAAEb0/0WnhqTIqVSo/s640/IMG_0616.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sets it to the side.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bT-_LrXLfJg/TwcUANE5l8I/AAAAAAAAEas/Gs9CrYiiMk8/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bT-_LrXLfJg/TwcUANE5l8I/AAAAAAAAEas/Gs9CrYiiMk8/s640/IMG_0610.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica is still looking great, smiling, and she can't wait to see her new baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56Tg9CfgQJs/TwcUFFugnOI/AAAAAAAAEa0/2rpu_Pnku54/s1600/IMG_0608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56Tg9CfgQJs/TwcUFFugnOI/AAAAAAAAEa0/2rpu_Pnku54/s640/IMG_0608.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Side note from Keeks- I always thought babies were supposed to be like this in your belly.&amp;nbsp; But Jessica has shown us that since your belly can actually just easily snap off, that the baby can be in any position it wants to be.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4FVChxqXjQ/TwcULvz0F4I/AAAAAAAAEa8/WCY-p3SbEw4/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4FVChxqXjQ/TwcULvz0F4I/AAAAAAAAEa8/WCY-p3SbEw4/s640/IMG_0609.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Beast lets Jessica hold the baby while he flips her post-baby belly around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TuIb-M_-_A/TwcURvl5BsI/AAAAAAAAEbE/CgP4S-s4WFw/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TuIb-M_-_A/TwcURvl5BsI/AAAAAAAAEbE/CgP4S-s4WFw/s640/IMG_0611.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica thinks, "Having babies is a breeze!&amp;nbsp; I'll be back in a bathing suit this afternoon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wikVRoHy1fQ/TwcUWajeeZI/AAAAAAAAEbM/Cv-v_JvZXFo/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wikVRoHy1fQ/TwcUWajeeZI/AAAAAAAAEbM/Cv-v_JvZXFo/s640/IMG_0612.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Beast removes his surgical clothes, and goes out to congratulate the father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NXz6tU-pAk/TwcaJmY0yAI/AAAAAAAAEb8/ureX_uAIQME/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NXz6tU-pAk/TwcaJmY0yAI/AAAAAAAAEb8/ureX_uAIQME/s640/IMG_0617.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessica is already posing for post-baby pictures.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--psO0INLcIY/TwcUbeMUEQI/AAAAAAAAEbU/tyidL_42BOU/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--psO0INLcIY/TwcUbeMUEQI/AAAAAAAAEbU/tyidL_42BOU/s640/IMG_0613.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look how happy&amp;nbsp;this new mom&amp;nbsp;is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsYmanEeJdc/TwcUecZdC3I/AAAAAAAAEbc/75X8KukEz2Q/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsYmanEeJdc/TwcUecZdC3I/AAAAAAAAEbc/75X8KukEz2Q/s640/IMG_0614.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now Sweet Cheeks knows exactly how babies are born.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for educational toys like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2986760989728939799?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2986760989728939799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2986760989728939799' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2986760989728939799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2986760989728939799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/01/educating-sweet-cheeks.html' title='Educating Sweet Cheeks'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4BZAJ6xDkE/TwcWXRcITWI/AAAAAAAAEbk/KHO2Unw4dKY/s72-c/IMG_0589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-33391878623827788</id><published>2012-01-05T04:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T04:13:23.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch My Hair Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love doing this post each year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch her hair grow from January to December 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trimmed up the back a couple times throughout the year while we waited for the front to grow.&amp;nbsp; I love that little girl with the pretty blonde curls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU7l1gwI-Lc/TwVn9l8v_gI/AAAAAAAAEaE/fTT2Uq-15XI/s1600/2011-11-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU7l1gwI-Lc/TwVn9l8v_gI/AAAAAAAAEaE/fTT2Uq-15XI/s640/2011-11-28.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look &lt;a href="http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/01/watch-my-hair-grow-2010-edition.html"&gt;here for the 2010 version.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look &lt;a href="http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2010/01/watch-my-hair-grow.html"&gt;here for the 2009 version.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-33391878623827788?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/33391878623827788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=33391878623827788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/33391878623827788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/33391878623827788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2012/01/watch-my-hair-grow.html' title='Watch My Hair Grow'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU7l1gwI-Lc/TwVn9l8v_gI/AAAAAAAAEaE/fTT2Uq-15XI/s72-c/2011-11-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2046268649731233170</id><published>2011-12-31T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:53:51.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Coastal Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The gift I'm the most proud of giving this year was the throw-size quilt that T-Bone and I made for one of his brothers and his wife.&amp;nbsp; I can't take all the credit.&amp;nbsp; T-Bone did almost all of the cutting for me.&amp;nbsp; The line of fabric is Going Coastal by Michael Miller.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77rcxaa-v9U/Tv-Jm6NjrCI/AAAAAAAAEZY/hszTv3WEkK4/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77rcxaa-v9U/Tv-Jm6NjrCI/AAAAAAAAEZY/hszTv3WEkK4/s640/IMG_0569.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The squares are 8"x8".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Sgxuw-dMWI/Tv-Jt-hdDgI/AAAAAAAAEZg/0eowt-IrcEs/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Sgxuw-dMWI/Tv-Jt-hdDgI/AAAAAAAAEZg/0eowt-IrcEs/s640/IMG_0570.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first time I've ever machine quilted a quilt.&amp;nbsp; I used 2" painters tape to keep my lines straight.&amp;nbsp; That gave me 36 lines in each direction, which was about 70 lines too many.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Actually, next time I'll know not to do a big quilt with the lines so close together if I want to keep what little sanity I have left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdIhhmjugJ8/Tv-J1s-lAgI/AAAAAAAAEZo/xYP164cMfN8/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdIhhmjugJ8/Tv-J1s-lAgI/AAAAAAAAEZo/xYP164cMfN8/s640/IMG_0571.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used the red sea star fabric for the backing and the binding.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hKoHHxZ4Nw/Tv-J8kAlsLI/AAAAAAAAEZw/ebEZX_tVpFU/s1600/IMG_0573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hKoHHxZ4Nw/Tv-J8kAlsLI/AAAAAAAAEZw/ebEZX_tVpFU/s640/IMG_0573.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It really turned out to be a beautiful quilt, and gave me the confidence to try again, but with maybe some slightly different techniques.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Bri and Lissa for being my guinea pigs!&amp;nbsp; :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3uCaGpAS9M/Tv-KEOcOWsI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/7ckHfSs6T0E/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3uCaGpAS9M/Tv-KEOcOWsI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/7ckHfSs6T0E/s640/IMG_0578.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2366614120890216929-2046268649731233170?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2046268649731233170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2046268649731233170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2046268649731233170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2046268649731233170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/going-coastal-quilt.html' title='Going Coastal Quilt'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77rcxaa-v9U/Tv-Jm6NjrCI/AAAAAAAAEZY/hszTv3WEkK4/s72-c/IMG_0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-8590703641722511</id><published>2011-12-30T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:17:04.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First things first.&amp;nbsp; A huge SHOUT OUT to my computer geek brother-in-law for ridding my computer of a nasty virus.&amp;nbsp; I can finally update the blog.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Christmas was awesome.&amp;nbsp; We strung it out over 3 days with 3 families, and really enjoyed ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We especially enjoyed watching the magic of it all through the eyes of a 3 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom and stepdad stayed with us Thursday and Friday.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't nearly long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad and stepmom and 2 brothers came over for the day Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; Good food and good times, even though my dad conned me into sewing a 4 hour project for him.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty proud of my genius design and production of his big ol' airplane seat cushion cover.&amp;nbsp; It is a removable cover for connected back and seat cushions with a fold-up-and-carry-with-a-handle design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent Christmas morning as a family, just the 3 of us.&amp;nbsp; We went to church, and then spent&amp;nbsp;Christmas afternoon with&amp;nbsp;T-Bone's whole clan.&amp;nbsp; That's always chaos!&amp;nbsp; But it's fun chaos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My most exciting gifts from our 3 day Christmas were&amp;nbsp;a couple attachments for my Kitchen Aid mixer, several awesome serving dishes, and&amp;nbsp;my favorite husband hooked me up with a fancy schmancy Singer Serger.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So now I've got a new sewing toy to learn&amp;nbsp;how to use.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone's big gifts were some exercise equipment, a hunting knife for skinning poor innocent deer, and a gun safe to safely store the guns that he shoots the poor innocent deer with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now for the person you really want to see, Sweet Cheeks.&amp;nbsp; All of our extended family&amp;nbsp;gave her Barbies or Barbie-size princess dolls.&amp;nbsp; After being threatened on a daily basis that her elf on the shelf, Chippy, was going to tell Santa to put her on the&amp;nbsp;naughty list ("NOOOO!!"),&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;she made it to Christmas, and all her dreams came true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Christmas Eve Santa stopped by our place.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks was unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; She just went right up to him, and was&amp;nbsp;IN LOVE&amp;nbsp;with him.&amp;nbsp; She told me the next day, "Next time I want Santa to stay at our house for a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9i6hSX65l8/Tv4ugzrubtI/AAAAAAAAEYU/l_G5WNCBpWM/s1600/IMG_0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9i6hSX65l8/Tv4ugzrubtI/AAAAAAAAEYU/l_G5WNCBpWM/s640/IMG_0580.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/urxNxoTyuzw?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas morning was a hit.&amp;nbsp; She loved all the goodies in her stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgn8K_vPkXY/Tv4up35xs-I/AAAAAAAAEYc/bKhKwrSLQ4I/s1600/IMG_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgn8K_vPkXY/Tv4up35xs-I/AAAAAAAAEYc/bKhKwrSLQ4I/s640/IMG_0584.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got a doll family.&amp;nbsp; I have a whole other blog post coming about the mom in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU_uCLbxyQ4/Tv4uxgP0w1I/AAAAAAAAEYk/aIp1Ytt16IQ/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU_uCLbxyQ4/Tv4uxgP0w1I/AAAAAAAAEYk/aIp1Ytt16IQ/s640/IMG_0590.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks felt it necessary to pick off the gift tag on each gift and &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;she could unwrap it.&amp;nbsp; Weird kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGLNnKwQQYw/Tv4u3aab6hI/AAAAAAAAEYs/N8c6U0OcvEA/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGLNnKwQQYw/Tv4u3aab6hI/AAAAAAAAEYs/N8c6U0OcvEA/s640/IMG_0591.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asked for her own dumbbells so she could exercise with us.&amp;nbsp; She has this whole workout routine that she does, heavy breathing and all.&amp;nbsp; Cracks.&amp;nbsp; Me.&amp;nbsp; Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2P523agw2g/Tv4u_ljU66I/AAAAAAAAEY0/xxMJrmoyQEM/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2P523agw2g/Tv4u_ljU66I/AAAAAAAAEY0/xxMJrmoyQEM/s640/IMG_0592.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks heard her crazy cousin ask Santa for an iPad, so she started asking for one too.&amp;nbsp; We got her the kid version.&amp;nbsp; Er, I mean Santa got her the kid version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYipD-nI1qA/Tv4vHCexF4I/AAAAAAAAEY8/aPsymVKJdTw/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYipD-nI1qA/Tv4vHCexF4I/AAAAAAAAEY8/aPsymVKJdTw/s640/IMG_0596.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then all her dreams (and my own for that matter) came true when she opened up the awesomest dollhouse in the history of awesome dollhouses.&amp;nbsp; Santa picked this sweet thing up at Costco for a steal, and it included the furniture.&amp;nbsp; She has to use a stool to reach the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KAUa19MKZk/Tv4vMlYFxnI/AAAAAAAAEZE/IbYBatB1MwU/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Sweet Cheeks really loves her teacher, Ms. Julie.&amp;nbsp; She looks forward to class every week, and has learned so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the trampoline she does jump tucks, straddle jumps, scissor kicks, and is very close to doing seat drops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GifGzjt9p3g/TvE0gsLA22I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/5N8xUqsVaYY/s1600/IMG_0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GifGzjt9p3g/TvE0gsLA22I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/5N8xUqsVaYY/s640/IMG_0541.JPG" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the bars she does a front support and&amp;nbsp;forward roll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-musGp0lD_Ew/TvE0nd3b_qI/AAAAAAAAEXY/H_GztKi-8-0/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-musGp0lD_Ew/TvE0nd3b_qI/AAAAAAAAEXY/H_GztKi-8-0/s640/IMG_0547.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can do a possum hang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmmiNwrB0aM/TvE0uDCGAyI/AAAAAAAAEXg/sg-lowZKXVY/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmmiNwrB0aM/TvE0uDCGAyI/AAAAAAAAEXg/sg-lowZKXVY/s640/IMG_0552.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a birdie perch from the lower bar and then grab the upper bar and swing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3yqAwIgpqg/TvE0yyfsbuI/AAAAAAAAEXo/PlJgx6z6Iig/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3yqAwIgpqg/TvE0yyfsbuI/AAAAAAAAEXo/PlJgx6z6Iig/s640/IMG_0555.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She does all kinds of things on the balance beam.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCGU3rrSYE0/TvE04H4ZX8I/AAAAAAAAEXw/PyjhUwqI5nc/s1600/IMG_0559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCGU3rrSYE0/TvE04H4ZX8I/AAAAAAAAEXw/PyjhUwqI5nc/s640/IMG_0559.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbiCse11t08/TvE08e8kkHI/AAAAAAAAEX4/FMVbrFtpAlM/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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The sweet down syndrome boy at Costco who was totally flirting with me.&amp;nbsp; He was probably 10 or 11 and thought I was&amp;nbsp;sooo hot.&amp;nbsp; He did the whole finger guns pointing and winking thing a few times while he was talking to me.&amp;nbsp; I think I blushed.&amp;nbsp; T-Bone wasn't even kind of jealous though.&amp;nbsp; He kept encouraging the boy in each aisle that we would pass each other!&amp;nbsp; That kid made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2--&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks said, "Are we going to Grandma's house today?&amp;nbsp; You know, Marci?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3--&amp;nbsp; At the doctor yesterday, the nurse said, "Who named you?"&amp;nbsp; I was caught off-guard, because my whole life I've heard, "Where is your name from?", not "Who named you?"&amp;nbsp; So after fumbling for a second, I was able to spit out a version of my standard answer, "My dad used to live in Finland, and it's a popular name there."&amp;nbsp; She told me that when she saw my name, she thought I might be the daughter of a doctor in NY that she used to work with.&amp;nbsp; She said in a thick NY accent, "I used to work with a Dr. Keeks.&amp;nbsp; That was her real first name.&amp;nbsp; We called her Dr. Keeks, because you know in NY we only call people by their first name."&amp;nbsp; (I'm sure that's NOT a generalization...at all.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4-- &amp;nbsp;Sweet Cheeks told me that we only had 10 days left until Christmas, and we needed to get our snowsuits ready, because the snowflakes will fall down &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt; on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5--&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks keeps telling me that she was born in a manger.&amp;nbsp; That's not exactly how I remember it happening...&lt;br /&gt;#6--&amp;nbsp; And the last piece of 3 year old wisdom that Sweet Cheeks gave me is this:&amp;nbsp; "When I eat candy canes it makes me smarter."﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7960117293279063337?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7960117293279063337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7960117293279063337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7960117293279063337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7960117293279063337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-laughed-because.html' title='I Laughed Because...'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3822408752778383523</id><published>2011-12-14T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:30:01.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreams That You Wish Will Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we went to see Disney on Ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was like a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm not talking about Sweet Cheeks' dreams, because she had no clue that this awesomeness even existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6F3C14Mhsk/TuZdN-DHKuI/AAAAAAAAEWU/ueEIfCKtm48/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6F3C14Mhsk/TuZdN-DHKuI/AAAAAAAAEWU/ueEIfCKtm48/s640/IMG_0425.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asked for "that colorful ice-cream."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPzHa2aQsGM/TuZdPYs_C3I/AAAAAAAAEWc/IDrG6QsWjkc/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPzHa2aQsGM/TuZdPYs_C3I/AAAAAAAAEWc/IDrG6QsWjkc/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw Mickey, Minnie, Donald and Goofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twr-t_ImGUA/TuZdTmTc42I/AAAAAAAAEWk/-bxRm-P0JAM/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twr-t_ImGUA/TuZdTmTc42I/AAAAAAAAEWk/-bxRm-P0JAM/s640/IMG_0455.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first segment of the show was The Princess and the Frog.&amp;nbsp; It was well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second part was Cinderella, which we all loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChJOpDt5drc/TuZdZ9PuJjI/AAAAAAAAEWs/XojBoM0YgWY/s1600/2011-12-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChJOpDt5drc/TuZdZ9PuJjI/AAAAAAAAEWs/XojBoM0YgWY/s640/2011-12-10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They saved the best, Tangled, for last.&amp;nbsp; Rapunzel and Flynn Rider were so awesome.&amp;nbsp; Not only could they skate, they twirled and flew up high in the air in&amp;nbsp;yellow sheets that were supposed to&amp;nbsp;be Rapunzel's hair.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get any clear pictures of that, dang it!&amp;nbsp; The highlight though, was Maximus the horse.&amp;nbsp; Talk about a talented horse!&amp;nbsp;I don't know how the person who skates as the back legs of the horse doesn't have a broken back from doing all that while bent over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYBnrIesJKI/TuZdfJFGoTI/AAAAAAAAEW0/VMG5yITjhkU/s1600/2011-12-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYBnrIesJKI/TuZdfJFGoTI/AAAAAAAAEW0/VMG5yITjhkU/s640/2011-12-11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the finale, all of the Disney princesses and princes came out in their "happily ever after" attire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfqJBfCAcuo/TuZdlC-8yEI/AAAAAAAAEW8/0vsiXA1-y9c/s1600/IMG_0502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfqJBfCAcuo/TuZdlC-8yEI/AAAAAAAAEW8/0vsiXA1-y9c/s640/IMG_0502.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the blurry proof that Sweet Cheeks really loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0haQ2aUtK04/TuZdqlwNEnI/AAAAAAAAEXE/QOjFTQ_hhGk/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0haQ2aUtK04/TuZdqlwNEnI/AAAAAAAAEXE/QOjFTQ_hhGk/s640/IMG_0488.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3822408752778383523?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3822408752778383523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3822408752778383523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3822408752778383523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3822408752778383523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreams-that-you-wish-will-come-true.html' title='The Dreams That You Wish Will Come True'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6F3C14Mhsk/TuZdN-DHKuI/AAAAAAAAEWU/ueEIfCKtm48/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-173603764612741710</id><published>2011-12-12T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:00:40.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been more than a week ago, but we went to visit Santa at our local municipal center.&amp;nbsp; We were babysitting our niece that night, so she went with us, list in hand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got out of the truck, and Sweet Cheeks said, "Where is the snow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She thought we had driven to the North Pole to see Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the girls had their turn on Santa's lap, Sweet Cheeks completely froze and forgot to say&amp;nbsp;any of the&amp;nbsp;things we had been practicing all day.&amp;nbsp; But she made major strides this year by not crying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our almost 8-yr old niece on the other hand gave him her list filled with&amp;nbsp;celebrity t-shirts, a trumpet (so she can wake her parents up in the morning), and pepper spray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa read the list and said, "PEPPER SPRAY?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked out with free candy canes, free pictures and happy kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQ_utX0HT7A/TuZXrXL5tQI/AAAAAAAAEWM/X32fqs65lP8/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQ_utX0HT7A/TuZXrXL5tQI/AAAAAAAAEWM/X32fqs65lP8/s640/scan0001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-173603764612741710?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/173603764612741710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=173603764612741710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/173603764612741710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/173603764612741710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQ_utX0HT7A/TuZXrXL5tQI/AAAAAAAAEWM/X32fqs65lP8/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3535534995060827569</id><published>2011-12-09T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:00:00.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Sheep You Ever Saw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19cO0Y9_u4M/TuEasBUF_qI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Vh-NCuRNrWg/s1600/IMAG0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19cO0Y9_u4M/TuEasBUF_qI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Vh-NCuRNrWg/s640/IMAG0010.jpg" width="640" /&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/2366614120890216929-3535534995060827569?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3535534995060827569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3535534995060827569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3535534995060827569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3535534995060827569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/cutest-sheep-you-ever-saw.html' title='The Cutest Sheep You Ever Saw'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-19cO0Y9_u4M/TuEasBUF_qI/AAAAAAAAEWE/Vh-NCuRNrWg/s72-c/IMAG0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4003037142250563759</id><published>2011-12-08T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:08:28.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made and sold (or bartered)&amp;nbsp;4 bags recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to keep this first one for myself!&amp;nbsp; Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This pattern was a new one for me.&amp;nbsp; Lots of interfacing and fleece lining to make it sturdy.&amp;nbsp; My lovely ironing assistant cut my time in half, and got to see just how much goes into making something that at first glance seems like it would take no time at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEqM5eZ6QMI/TuEUgd37JjI/AAAAAAAAEUk/TlrhWyzpkC8/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEqM5eZ6QMI/TuEUgd37JjI/AAAAAAAAEUk/TlrhWyzpkC8/s640/IMG_0332.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This bag is nice and big.&amp;nbsp; It stands 28" tall and is about 18" wide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx9iBuUQnUY/TuEUk-jzzLI/AAAAAAAAEUs/AcdCr3LMTRU/s1600/IMG_0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx9iBuUQnUY/TuEUk-jzzLI/AAAAAAAAEUs/AcdCr3LMTRU/s640/IMG_0333.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 big pockets inside.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEf_iqZvG5w/TuEUrJZY7MI/AAAAAAAAEU0/Jh8R6m0T0Pk/s1600/IMG_0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEf_iqZvG5w/TuEUrJZY7MI/AAAAAAAAEU0/Jh8R6m0T0Pk/s640/IMG_0334.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dX6pWL85Vw/TuEU1AZQPII/AAAAAAAAEVE/NNC9NK0r8ds/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dX6pWL85Vw/TuEU1AZQPII/AAAAAAAAEVE/NNC9NK0r8ds/s640/IMG_0336.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same pattern, different fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SG2GpfgVa8/TuEU6CztlGI/AAAAAAAAEVM/h2rNF3Qw_ZI/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SG2GpfgVa8/TuEU6CztlGI/AAAAAAAAEVM/h2rNF3Qw_ZI/s640/IMG_0337.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0afsKiQk44/TuEU-aspOmI/AAAAAAAAEVU/be2y4MGP-yA/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0afsKiQk44/TuEU-aspOmI/AAAAAAAAEVU/be2y4MGP-yA/s640/IMG_0338.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMPBRkVRq4s/TuEVDHHKjiI/AAAAAAAAEVc/Teg4jcZCAWQ/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMPBRkVRq4s/TuEVDHHKjiI/AAAAAAAAEVc/Teg4jcZCAWQ/s640/IMG_0341.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the outside of this&amp;nbsp;bag cut out already.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKZdHjrdlws/TuEVIpjHGCI/AAAAAAAAEVk/CxkHGlXXa44/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKZdHjrdlws/TuEVIpjHGCI/AAAAAAAAEVk/CxkHGlXXa44/s640/IMG_0378.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I challenged myself, and figured out how to add a lining to it, because the pattern just calls for an unfinished inside.&amp;nbsp; I also&amp;nbsp;made a cardboard base with a removable cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loWSTHshS_4/TuEVNc_BzyI/AAAAAAAAEVs/8JtHedUeE48/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loWSTHshS_4/TuEVNc_BzyI/AAAAAAAAEVs/8JtHedUeE48/s640/IMG_0379.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fourth time making this bag.&amp;nbsp; It was already cut out, and just needed to be sewn.&amp;nbsp; Quick and easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBK44TMaY8E/TuEVSY-hhNI/AAAAAAAAEV0/Rl2RqyY0PYk/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBK44TMaY8E/TuEVSY-hhNI/AAAAAAAAEV0/Rl2RqyY0PYk/s640/IMG_0380.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-W8osPc7mY/TuEVXK89QeI/AAAAAAAAEV8/PdMCiOvtED4/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-W8osPc7mY/TuEVXK89QeI/AAAAAAAAEV8/PdMCiOvtED4/s640/IMG_0381.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4003037142250563759?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4003037142250563759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4003037142250563759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4003037142250563759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4003037142250563759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/4-bags.html' title='4 Bags'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEqM5eZ6QMI/TuEUgd37JjI/AAAAAAAAEUk/TlrhWyzpkC8/s72-c/IMG_0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-8176777036581964749</id><published>2011-12-07T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:08:16.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #27 Sugar Should Not Lick You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ever ever look at a cute little beagle puppy and want to take it home to be your very own sweet-faced dog, please, I beg you for the love of all that is good in your life, please talk to me first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't decide if Sugar is a hunting dog or a vulture.&amp;nbsp; That dang dog got out of the house on Monday, took off through the field and into the woods.&amp;nbsp; She came back with a deer leg, and growled at me&amp;nbsp;when I took&amp;nbsp;it away from her.&amp;nbsp; Oh that thing was rancid!&amp;nbsp; Smelled so so bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept her outside all day and had to stay on "shovel up and get rid of her barf" duty so that she wouldn't keep eating it and getting sick.&amp;nbsp; This all happened while I had a friend and her kids over, so I won major cool points for the way I handled a nasty situation.  HaHa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This just goes to show that dogs are animals, not surrogate children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Animals I tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtO9rSUUC18/Tt9jkrKOVBI/AAAAAAAAEUU/3sEoAGdEWWs/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtO9rSUUC18/Tt9jkrKOVBI/AAAAAAAAEUU/3sEoAGdEWWs/s640/IMG_0422.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-8176777036581964749?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8176777036581964749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=8176777036581964749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8176777036581964749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8176777036581964749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/reason-27-sugar-should-not-lick-you.html' title='Reason #27 Sugar Should Not Lick You'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtO9rSUUC18/Tt9jkrKOVBI/AAAAAAAAEUU/3sEoAGdEWWs/s72-c/IMG_0422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7137136704548551730</id><published>2011-12-01T19:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:04:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love decorating for Christmas, and I love&amp;nbsp;the&lt;br /&gt;willing helpers I had Sunday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8x5dcE1WvG4/TtgcScoKwhI/AAAAAAAAES8/-5PMHPh7V1I/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8x5dcE1WvG4/TtgcScoKwhI/AAAAAAAAES8/-5PMHPh7V1I/s640/IMG_0330.JPG" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year I scooped up a bunch of red, silver, and white decorations 75% off after Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I filled glass containers I already had to go on the mantel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15kaFyy9KtM/Ttgcpye1RCI/AAAAAAAAETE/i09eRLwCLxQ/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15kaFyy9KtM/Ttgcpye1RCI/AAAAAAAAETE/i09eRLwCLxQ/s640/IMG_0331.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made these Christmas stockings last year with leftover fabric from my Christmas tree skirt.&amp;nbsp; We hung star ornaments on the stockings to tag them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH0MT--Rfak/Ttgc0T0b2oI/AAAAAAAAETM/p4da9DSa3z0/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH0MT--Rfak/Ttgc0T0b2oI/AAAAAAAAETM/p4da9DSa3z0/s640/IMG_0322.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More ornaments in glass on the kitchen table along with big sparkly snowflakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3UF_PiO_a8/TtgdAfpTsvI/AAAAAAAAETU/41drwF8kk20/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3UF_PiO_a8/TtgdAfpTsvI/AAAAAAAAETU/41drwF8kk20/s640/IMG_0325.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4XCSNzXl28/TtgdL9ETSaI/AAAAAAAAETc/mBmzhbTYyzs/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4XCSNzXl28/TtgdL9ETSaI/AAAAAAAAETc/mBmzhbTYyzs/s640/IMG_0326.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Monday night we went out to buy our Christmas tree, and when we got home there was a package on our front porch.&amp;nbsp; It was addressed to Sweet Cheeks from Santa at the North Pole.&amp;nbsp; Check out the video below of her opening her package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/BPot7yLZhQM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPot7yLZhQM?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPot7yLZhQM?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks named our elf Chippy.&amp;nbsp; She watched the movie last week and used the same name as the elf in the movie.&amp;nbsp; So, Chippy watches Sweet Cheeks all day and then each night after she's asleep he flies back to Santa and gives him a report on if she's being good or bad.&amp;nbsp; Several times a day Sweet Cheeks hears, "Chippy is watching you.&amp;nbsp; Do you want him to tell Santa that you're _____ (insert "not listening", "being rude", etc.)?"&amp;nbsp; Then each morning Sweet Cheeks wakes up and has to find Chippy's new sitting place for the day.&amp;nbsp; She loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J605tC3h3Fk/TtgdWqYmRnI/AAAAAAAAETk/i-VhvudgVuU/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J605tC3h3Fk/TtgdWqYmRnI/AAAAAAAAETk/i-VhvudgVuU/s640/IMG_0292.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We decorated the tree Tuesday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had to stand on a stool to reach the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLb0eVKPhi8/TtgdiF61d9I/AAAAAAAAETs/jUIdBe9mTrY/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLb0eVKPhi8/TtgdiF61d9I/AAAAAAAAETs/jUIdBe9mTrY/s640/IMG_0299.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she a beaut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwduMCbhiOA/TtgduVReojI/AAAAAAAAET0/fFgJHzR4W8I/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwduMCbhiOA/TtgduVReojI/AAAAAAAAET0/fFgJHzR4W8I/s640/IMG_0318.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I used the rest of the leftover fabric to make removable pillow covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc9hP7Uovr0/Ttgd7T-xwlI/AAAAAAAAET8/5cvn4naxFZc/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc9hP7Uovr0/Ttgd7T-xwlI/AAAAAAAAET8/5cvn4naxFZc/s640/IMG_0344.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwTu1yGU-BM/TtgeGmQDSPI/AAAAAAAAEUE/_i_oDY_Gcmo/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwTu1yGU-BM/TtgeGmQDSPI/AAAAAAAAEUE/_i_oDY_Gcmo/s640/IMG_0346.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks and I also&amp;nbsp;made our Countdown to Christmas chain, and hung it on her clip rail in her room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We do a different Christmas-related activity each day until Christmas.&amp;nbsp; We stole the idea from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hey-nonny.com/2011/11/28/a-fun-mom-december-to-remember/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HeyNonny+%28Hey+Nonny%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's only December 1st, and the month is looking fun already!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hS2RNf0JGXY/TtgeQ182hYI/AAAAAAAAEUM/isEGpB192Co/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hS2RNf0JGXY/TtgeQ182hYI/AAAAAAAAEUM/isEGpB192Co/s640/IMG_0350.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7137136704548551730?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7137136704548551730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7137136704548551730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7137136704548551730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7137136704548551730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/12/helloooo-december.html' title='Helloooo December!'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8x5dcE1WvG4/TtgcScoKwhI/AAAAAAAAES8/-5PMHPh7V1I/s72-c/IMG_0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6156371763034464454</id><published>2011-11-29T21:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:04:13.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy helping us at the Christmas tree lot last night had an earring in each ear.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks noticed it and said, "Huh? A boy with earrings?!&amp;nbsp; A BOY WITH EARRINGS?!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then today at lunch she pointed to the people at the table across from&amp;nbsp;ours and loudly asked, "Why are those people black?"&amp;nbsp; I smiled and said, "That's just the way Heavenly Father made them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was caught off-guard both times, but never embarrassed.&amp;nbsp; I've actually had this on my mind since Sunday when I was talking to the primary children at church about how we should be kind to everyone even if they look different or talk different than we do.&amp;nbsp; I kept playing out in my mind what I would say if Sweet Cheeks were ever to ask me a question within earshot of someone that looked different than us.&amp;nbsp; I think that helped me to respond quickly and in a way that didn't make her or the people who heard her&amp;nbsp;uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; That was my hope anyway...&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6156371763034464454?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6156371763034464454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6156371763034464454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6156371763034464454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6156371763034464454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2430517929892493028</id><published>2011-11-28T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:10:26.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We started last Wednesday morning exhausted from being up all night with a puking kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't know whether to pack to leave that night for my mom's or not.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks threw up for the last time at 9am and so around lunchtime, I started packing.&amp;nbsp; She was feeling well enough to do flips off the couch, so I figured we were ok to drive 3 hours that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Around 8:00 Wednesday night, the battery indicator light lit up on the dash of our 1998 long-ago-paid-for-and-we-plan-to-keep-it-until-almost-forever-truck.&amp;nbsp; We figured we were ok since the truck was already running.&amp;nbsp; That's what T-Bone told me anyway.&amp;nbsp; WRONG!&amp;nbsp; Around 8:30 our panel lights and headlights dimmed until they were almost off.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't see where we were driving on the dark highway, and so we pulled off still an hour and fifteen minutes from my mom's house.&amp;nbsp; The battery and alternator were dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After several phone calls and waiting 2 hours on the dark highway, the tow truck finally picked us up.&amp;nbsp; We ended up at an auto parts store where we left the truck until Friday morning when they opened after the Thanksgiving holiday, and T-Bone replaced the battery and the alternator himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This Thanksgiving I was thankful for being kept safe, a mom and stepdad who kindly drove late at night to pick us up and then drove T-Bone back again to fix the truck, a husband who is handy, and a kid who thought the whole thing was an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our Thanksgiving meal was delicious.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to take pictures, but it was one of the best meals my mom has ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday afternoon we ventured out to a few stores and picked up a few deals on work clothes for T-Bone.&amp;nbsp; Then my mom took us to a Christmas light show.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks now thinks that all Christmas lights should flash to the beat of the music.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the lights display there was a carnival tent that had animals, a train ride, ugly things for sale and Santa Claus, who my child avoided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a fun night that will be remembered by these lousy pictures.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for a fun time mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDEki3o5G9Y/TtRLof-O9sI/AAAAAAAAES0/09mgDjeBQS8/s1600/2011-11-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDEki3o5G9Y/TtRLof-O9sI/AAAAAAAAES0/09mgDjeBQS8/s640/2011-11-25.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2430517929892493028?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2430517929892493028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2430517929892493028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2430517929892493028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2430517929892493028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-adventure.html' title='Thanksgiving Adventure'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDEki3o5G9Y/TtRLof-O9sI/AAAAAAAAES0/09mgDjeBQS8/s72-c/2011-11-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-5559901555915161610</id><published>2011-11-23T13:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:22:14.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ready For A Trip" by Sweet Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When getting ready for a trip you should ALWAYS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1- Barf 8 times the night before you leave.&amp;nbsp; It will leave you looking this good the day of your trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fXBiNRyACI/Ts04rytn3WI/AAAAAAAAESg/pe2409Fwm5w/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fXBiNRyACI/Ts04rytn3WI/AAAAAAAAESg/pe2409Fwm5w/s640/IMG_0231.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And #2- Pack as many hair accessories as possible.&amp;nbsp; You just never know what you'll need for 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBmen_S6XE4/Ts04z2J6zGI/AAAAAAAAESo/gI9332_Z8W8/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UBmen_S6XE4/Ts04z2J6zGI/AAAAAAAAESo/gI9332_Z8W8/s640/IMG_0227.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-5559901555915161610?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5559901555915161610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=5559901555915161610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5559901555915161610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5559901555915161610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/ready-for-trip-by-sweet-cheeks.html' title='&quot;Ready For A Trip&quot; by Sweet Cheeks'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fXBiNRyACI/Ts04rytn3WI/AAAAAAAAESg/pe2409Fwm5w/s72-c/IMG_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4258333200568966502</id><published>2011-11-17T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:56:07.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm and Comfy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks has been asking for a robe for a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my love of being warm and comfy has rubbed off on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, her wish came true last week, and look how happy she is now, and warm and comfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abREViHAq84/TsWsrl0MG4I/AAAAAAAAESU/0pJbgRVP-zs/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abREViHAq84/TsWsrl0MG4I/AAAAAAAAESU/0pJbgRVP-zs/s640/IMG_0225.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4258333200568966502?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4258333200568966502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4258333200568966502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4258333200568966502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4258333200568966502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/warm-and-comfy.html' title='Warm and Comfy'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abREViHAq84/TsWsrl0MG4I/AAAAAAAAESU/0pJbgRVP-zs/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-5631855102284118815</id><published>2011-11-14T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:34:25.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone and I went on a late anniversary celebration date on Saturday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We almost had the place to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; There was only&amp;nbsp;a mom and 3 kids and then a young couple there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello lots of time to laugh and make fools of ourselves!&amp;nbsp; But what's new, really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEI_UaZTLHc/TsHAvmSLXII/AAAAAAAAESI/tEL1ouaava8/s1600/2011-11-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEI_UaZTLHc/TsHAvmSLXII/AAAAAAAAESI/tEL1ouaava8/s640/2011-11-12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-5631855102284118815?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5631855102284118815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=5631855102284118815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5631855102284118815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5631855102284118815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEI_UaZTLHc/TsHAvmSLXII/AAAAAAAAESI/tEL1ouaava8/s72-c/2011-11-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7264803305421728784</id><published>2011-11-13T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:40:18.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Make A Sad Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOODUvywVZ0/TsCL9QeVagI/AAAAAAAAESA/6RHp2gShW7g/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="510" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOODUvywVZ0/TsCL9QeVagI/AAAAAAAAESA/6RHp2gShW7g/s640/IMG_0156.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated to this picture...&lt;br /&gt;Today Sweet Cheeks had to ride home with her cousin, Aunt and Uncle while T-Bone and I stayed after church for meetings.&amp;nbsp; When I finally got there to pick her up, one of the first things she said to me was, "Mommy, I did ask Aunt Dar-see if I could unbuckle before we were in the driveway and she did let me.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, it was awesome!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7264803305421728784?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7264803305421728784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7264803305421728784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7264803305421728784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7264803305421728784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/quick-make-sad-face.html' title='Quick Make A Sad Face!'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOODUvywVZ0/TsCL9QeVagI/AAAAAAAAESA/6RHp2gShW7g/s72-c/IMG_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-511157166198450368</id><published>2011-11-08T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:25:09.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Tanning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2010/11/sun-dogess.html"&gt;Old habits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;die hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sugar will always find the only sliver of sunlight coming into the house and lay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGgkiLwq6E0/TrmPv69q6EI/AAAAAAAAER4/tAv2D_R_rrY/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGgkiLwq6E0/TrmPv69q6EI/AAAAAAAAER4/tAv2D_R_rrY/s640/IMG_0132.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-511157166198450368?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/511157166198450368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=511157166198450368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/511157166198450368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/511157166198450368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/autumn-tanning.html' title='Autumn Tanning'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGgkiLwq6E0/TrmPv69q6EI/AAAAAAAAER4/tAv2D_R_rrY/s72-c/IMG_0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6863603404685021814</id><published>2011-11-07T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:52:03.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks doesn't nap anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks especially doesn't nap in front of the tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;The end of Daylight Savings Time + waking up at 5am just to irritate your sleepy parents&amp;nbsp;+ running with Mommy + sitting on Mommy's lap while she mows the yard will make you tired--tired enough to throw all your other facts out the window and come inside and fall asleep in front of the tv for an afternoon nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSeaFYTKYyQ/Trgn5uB9fiI/AAAAAAAAERw/YaY8q3lFyIk/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSeaFYTKYyQ/Trgn5uB9fiI/AAAAAAAAERw/YaY8q3lFyIk/s640/IMG_0122.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6863603404685021814?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6863603404685021814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6863603404685021814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6863603404685021814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6863603404685021814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/crashed.html' title='Crashed'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSeaFYTKYyQ/Trgn5uB9fiI/AAAAAAAAERw/YaY8q3lFyIk/s72-c/IMG_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2971601061357923681</id><published>2011-11-05T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T07:00:04.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some great things come in dozens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doughnuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days of Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Years that we've been married now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(picture taken in June 2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igbE8m4oGHc/TrRUslZCdoI/AAAAAAAAERo/Ds9f8lsK-2A/s1600/IMG_8277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igbE8m4oGHc/TrRUslZCdoI/AAAAAAAAERo/Ds9f8lsK-2A/s640/IMG_8277.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2971601061357923681?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2971601061357923681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2971601061357923681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2971601061357923681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2971601061357923681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igbE8m4oGHc/TrRUslZCdoI/AAAAAAAAERo/Ds9f8lsK-2A/s72-c/IMG_8277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-9087277917334208045</id><published>2011-11-02T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:30:02.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did You Said?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Here's some medicine for your owee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Thank you Mommy.&amp;nbsp; Now it will feel better in no time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aU4ReM831Y/TrE8anHjidI/AAAAAAAAERY/K8I28gQWKBY/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aU4ReM831Y/TrE8anHjidI/AAAAAAAAERY/K8I28gQWKBY/s640/IMG_0107.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Looking at the man and his truck&amp;nbsp;that just pulled into the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parking space beside us...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks: &lt;/strong&gt;Mommy that&amp;nbsp;BIG boy have a LITTLE&amp;nbsp;truck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, I'm sure he would love for you to tell him that. &lt;em&gt;(then I laugh to myself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get out of the car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(looks at truck again) &lt;/em&gt;Aww...It's just so CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We go inside, and she sees the man across the room and points.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks: &lt;/strong&gt;MOMMY THAT'S THE BIG BOY WITH THE LITTLE TRUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrkkK9elcgw/TrE8gjDKJgI/AAAAAAAAERg/CaA1Vw3fkuI/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrkkK9elcgw/TrE8gjDKJgI/AAAAAAAAERg/CaA1Vw3fkuI/s640/IMG_0112.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-9087277917334208045?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/9087277917334208045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=9087277917334208045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/9087277917334208045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/9087277917334208045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-did-you-said.html' title='What Did You Said?'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aU4ReM831Y/TrE8anHjidI/AAAAAAAAERY/K8I28gQWKBY/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2153054434004770031</id><published>2011-11-01T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:03:12.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So T-Bone and I have been having a "discussion" about who pronounces the word Halloween the right way.&amp;nbsp; He says hal-oh-ween.&amp;nbsp; I say hol-oh-ween.&amp;nbsp; Every time I say it that way he says, "Holla Hol-oh-ween!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also disagree on pajamas.&amp;nbsp; He says puh-jam-uz.&amp;nbsp; I say puh-jom-uz.&amp;nbsp; The dictionary is no help, because it says you can pronounce both words either way.&amp;nbsp; Is this just an east coast vs. west coast thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho...I will always love him for acting as a very still manakin so I could&amp;nbsp;braid the Rapunzel wig for Sweet Cheeks to wear for Hol-oh-ween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUyCFioJT2I/TrCEr6CiaMI/AAAAAAAAEPw/8FAIcP9fxVo/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUyCFioJT2I/TrCEr6CiaMI/AAAAAAAAEPw/8FAIcP9fxVo/s640/IMG_0053.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made cupcakes for the cake walk at our church trunk-or-treat Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w60B6e5VeWg/TrCEx63DydI/AAAAAAAAEP4/8Wg236BHtII/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w60B6e5VeWg/TrCEx63DydI/AAAAAAAAEP4/8Wg236BHtII/s400/IMG_0059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ZvPSZNbkmM/TrCE2ru6seI/AAAAAAAAEQA/cUtN4izLdTk/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ZvPSZNbkmM/TrCE2ru6seI/AAAAAAAAEQA/cUtN4izLdTk/s640/IMG_0064.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins: Cute witch, Rapunzel, and Monster baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3D0tpH0yrA/TrCE8vb_7YI/AAAAAAAAEQI/6uQ10Whaui4/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3D0tpH0yrA/TrCE8vb_7YI/AAAAAAAAEQI/6uQ10Whaui4/s640/IMG_0061.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how excited he was to get candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8jYqT6h_eA/TrCFDqARyXI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/enW75lCgeQs/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8jYqT6h_eA/TrCFDqARyXI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/enW75lCgeQs/s640/IMG_0066.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thrilled to get her face painted.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OD2Yf9PWB4w/TrCFJKtamwI/AAAAAAAAEQY/IirnlgCXoW8/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OD2Yf9PWB4w/TrCFJKtamwI/AAAAAAAAEQY/IirnlgCXoW8/s640/IMG_0074.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjLzeIwfNas/TrCFOp5sl0I/AAAAAAAAEQg/H4m442cWyz4/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjLzeIwfNas/TrCFOp5sl0I/AAAAAAAAEQg/H4m442cWyz4/s640/IMG_0078.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around her normal bedtime when we still hadn't gone trunk-or-treating for candy, she refused to get her picture taken.&amp;nbsp; Luckily Batman was cooperative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1dHeKmujDY/TrCFT2FXkoI/AAAAAAAAEQo/XYJ4qPUDh9Y/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1dHeKmujDY/TrCFT2FXkoI/AAAAAAAAEQo/XYJ4qPUDh9Y/s640/IMG_0089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APp5efgNRvw/TrCFaO3sNfI/AAAAAAAAEQw/Kn6cL5RkoRc/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APp5efgNRvw/TrCFaO3sNfI/AAAAAAAAEQw/Kn6cL5RkoRc/s640/IMG_0093.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday night we carved pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; By "we" I mean T-Bone, Sweet Cheeks, and my mom.&amp;nbsp; Someone had to keep clean hands to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpVOqABR7yI/TrCFgSrtASI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/z9h-4y-bvOo/s1600/IMG_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GpVOqABR7yI/TrCFgSrtASI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/z9h-4y-bvOo/s640/IMG_0098.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w34S_H-Lo7g/TrCFlpzcksI/AAAAAAAAERA/3NX6P3K6pOI/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w34S_H-Lo7g/TrCFlpzcksI/AAAAAAAAERA/3NX6P3K6pOI/s640/IMG_0104.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QnusqU1S5k/TrCFrTz8spI/AAAAAAAAERI/VjGihczDhi8/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QnusqU1S5k/TrCFrTz8spI/AAAAAAAAERI/VjGihczDhi8/s640/IMG_0105.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is where our pictures of Hol-oh-ween end, because it poured rain, and we skipped trick-or-treating in our neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; It all worked in our favor though, because Sweet Cheeks never knew the difference and we still have tons of candy.&amp;nbsp; Our sweet neighbor even brought candy and a Wendy's Frosty coupon book to Sweet Cheeks today since she didn't go by to get it last night.&amp;nbsp; Now that's service right there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nifU53haymc/TrCFwSPaFiI/AAAAAAAAERQ/84C75iv4cB8/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nifU53haymc/TrCFwSPaFiI/AAAAAAAAERQ/84C75iv4cB8/s640/IMG_0106.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2153054434004770031?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2153054434004770031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2153054434004770031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2153054434004770031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2153054434004770031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUyCFioJT2I/TrCEr6CiaMI/AAAAAAAAEPw/8FAIcP9fxVo/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7649936620204537260</id><published>2011-10-29T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:22:37.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks and T-Bone made a birdhouse when we went camping a couple weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She painted it last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kir4Mh5IbOs/TqvueJDMb9I/AAAAAAAAEMI/sWceKvVy4k8/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kir4Mh5IbOs/TqvueJDMb9I/AAAAAAAAEMI/sWceKvVy4k8/s640/IMG_0019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She started painting with yellow and blue, then she sat back, put her index finger on her lips and said, "Hmm...sumfing is missing.  What is it?  Oh I know!  PINK ON TOP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a true story.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD0q9-bhyYM/TqvujyxkXuI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/V23gF9Eh5dQ/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD0q9-bhyYM/TqvujyxkXuI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/V23gF9Eh5dQ/s640/IMG_0022.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back of the finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIM9tYJ2Nho/TqvurdiwUBI/AAAAAAAAEMY/EW_Cz6TxH28/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIM9tYJ2Nho/TqvurdiwUBI/AAAAAAAAEMY/EW_Cz6TxH28/s640/IMG_0025.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front of the birdhouse is blue so the bluebirds will know that this is their new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ag43cMA9DdY/TqvuyFDa9UI/AAAAAAAAEMg/PIqwvlVlinc/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ag43cMA9DdY/TqvuyFDa9UI/AAAAAAAAEMg/PIqwvlVlinc/s640/IMG_0024.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7649936620204537260?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7649936620204537260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7649936620204537260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7649936620204537260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7649936620204537260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-birds.html' title='For the Birds'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kir4Mh5IbOs/TqvueJDMb9I/AAAAAAAAEMI/sWceKvVy4k8/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2645061341718867905</id><published>2011-10-27T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:54:57.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather has been too nice not to be outside the last few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riding the scooter is serious business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBE1pmIExRs/Tql9VAqbn-I/AAAAAAAAELo/wCWfggGJUUM/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBE1pmIExRs/Tql9VAqbn-I/AAAAAAAAELo/wCWfggGJUUM/s640/IMG_0033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These 2 were cracking each other up in the back seat on the way to and from the park yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35WvOkFXfC8/Tql9Zw7-XeI/AAAAAAAAELw/S1rFBD9CEvM/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35WvOkFXfC8/Tql9Zw7-XeI/AAAAAAAAELw/S1rFBD9CEvM/s640/IMG_0027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even Queen Sugar just wants to be outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xIla0H4kXs/Tql-nyHs99I/AAAAAAAAEL4/ReMdtl6pVyI/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="514" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xIla0H4kXs/Tql-nyHs99I/AAAAAAAAEL4/ReMdtl6pVyI/s640/IMG_0049.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2645061341718867905?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2645061341718867905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2645061341718867905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2645061341718867905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2645061341718867905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-outside.html' title='Fall Outside'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBE1pmIExRs/Tql9VAqbn-I/AAAAAAAAELo/wCWfggGJUUM/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-630115110982351520</id><published>2011-10-24T09:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:46:48.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished sewing these three cute 0-3 month size knit hats Thursday night for&amp;nbsp;T-Bone to give to his co-worker that's about to have a baby girl.&amp;nbsp; Since I had to take the pictures in the evening, the lighting isn't great.&amp;nbsp; But I really loved how the hats&amp;nbsp;turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LouHjLBTab0/TqVrGq6Ln6I/AAAAAAAAELQ/DMQxdtMW-sI/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LouHjLBTab0/TqVrGq6Ln6I/AAAAAAAAELQ/DMQxdtMW-sI/s640/IMG_0004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyE-Zi3dbp0/TqVrdmuUvBI/AAAAAAAAELY/adWGy3MO3a0/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyE-Zi3dbp0/TqVrdmuUvBI/AAAAAAAAELY/adWGy3MO3a0/s640/IMG_0006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It was also here where Sweet Cheeks learned about where baby&amp;nbsp;animals get their milk from.&amp;nbsp; She thought it was so funny!&amp;nbsp; We're saving the conversation about where human babies get their milk from for later. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5U-T53wHLw/TqK9ZYAd_gI/AAAAAAAAEIs/m-ojjj8-_34/s1600/2011_10_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5U-T53wHLw/TqK9ZYAd_gI/AAAAAAAAEIs/m-ojjj8-_34/s640/2011_10_18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks loved the pony ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXwaSREz85Y/TqK9cWeRlTI/AAAAAAAAEI0/zywVEcmsEYk/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="510" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXwaSREz85Y/TqK9cWeRlTI/AAAAAAAAEI0/zywVEcmsEYk/s640/IMG_0067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We thought we would continue our long-standing tradition of taking a bad picture in front of the giant vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In 2009 I was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1mO1Xo9Ihw/TqLBvN6QmII/AAAAAAAAEK8/T4u-ej4Fuc4/s1600/100_5083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1mO1Xo9Ihw/TqLBvN6QmII/AAAAAAAAEK8/T4u-ej4Fuc4/s400/100_5083.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In 2010 we couldn't get the camera in focus or Sweet Cheeks to look at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldNWkIz5YZI/TqLB7C1c4UI/AAAAAAAAELE/88t0hDHuNgk/s1600/IMG_5298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldNWkIz5YZI/TqLB7C1c4UI/AAAAAAAAELE/88t0hDHuNgk/s400/IMG_5298.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this year I decided to have&amp;nbsp;one eye rolled back in my head&amp;nbsp;and a crazy half smile that really needed covering-up (it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad) while Sweet Cheeks had a melt down because she didn't want her picture taken, and some old stranger lady thought she could calm Sweet Cheeks down.&amp;nbsp; That was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqm_4b5Vhf0/TqK9ljcqo8I/AAAAAAAAEI8/k2UmZmkIuDE/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqm_4b5Vhf0/TqK9ljcqo8I/AAAAAAAAEI8/k2UmZmkIuDE/s640/IMG_0081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Sweet Cheeks said she wanted us to pay $2 so she could learn to milk a cow.&amp;nbsp; She was still recovering from the melt down and didn't realize that "learning to milk a cow" meant you were supposed to actually touch the cow.&amp;nbsp; She sat just like this, stone-faced the entire time.&amp;nbsp; We laughed, picked up our little carton of milk, and laughed some more on our way out of the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dkf5hi4g2E/TqK9sG9rMHI/AAAAAAAAEJE/UgOuF1kgvXg/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dkf5hi4g2E/TqK9sG9rMHI/AAAAAAAAEJE/UgOuF1kgvXg/s640/IMG_0094.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told Sweet Cheeks that ice cream can fix all problems in life.&amp;nbsp; She accepted the challenge, and it turns out I was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiAA8WhB92M/TqK9z57wsMI/AAAAAAAAEJM/jGY4IThjdXg/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiAA8WhB92M/TqK9z57wsMI/AAAAAAAAEJM/jGY4IThjdXg/s640/IMG_0112.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ferris wheel made us all smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfshj92QvRw/TqK97Lc0LAI/AAAAAAAAEJU/c0PUq7DOjuA/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfshj92QvRw/TqK97Lc0LAI/AAAAAAAAEJU/c0PUq7DOjuA/s640/IMG_0135.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGBayks7Sbk/TqK-CT_n93I/AAAAAAAAEJc/GpplFy4Pc7c/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGBayks7Sbk/TqK-CT_n93I/AAAAAAAAEJc/GpplFy4Pc7c/s640/IMG_0147.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP4Hm2cZgnI/TqK-JXQ-xcI/AAAAAAAAEJk/FLJ82PmEmM4/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP4Hm2cZgnI/TqK-JXQ-xcI/AAAAAAAAEJk/FLJ82PmEmM4/s640/IMG_0117.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The funniest part of the day was after the ferris wheel Sweet Cheeks asked to go on the dragon roller coaster.&amp;nbsp; We had been watching it while we waited to get on the ferris wheel.&amp;nbsp; Knowing how our child is still scared of swings and the slide at the playground, we didn't think this would turn out well.&amp;nbsp; Our exact words were, "That ride is fast.&amp;nbsp; Mommy and Daddy are too big go with you.&amp;nbsp; You will be scared."&amp;nbsp; She didn't care.&amp;nbsp; She just wanted to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her right before the ride started, like "what's the big deal?"﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erdwLQvWraA/TqK-SWA7UjI/AAAAAAAAEJs/A_nHtMWNiqE/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erdwLQvWraA/TqK-SWA7UjI/AAAAAAAAEJs/A_nHtMWNiqE/s640/IMG_0151.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her after the ride started.&amp;nbsp; See the other children smiling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q56K60ZVUz0/TqK-S7vCOtI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/ugQriXMQ1bg/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q56K60ZVUz0/TqK-S7vCOtI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/ugQriXMQ1bg/s640/IMG_0152.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's mean to laugh at your own kid, but her faces were so hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQq_7-MtM3I/TqK-T_BzWhI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/-sof9MyPyS4/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQq_7-MtM3I/TqK-T_BzWhI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/-sof9MyPyS4/s640/IMG_0153.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uhi35IHejN8/TqK-UvEwbPI/AAAAAAAAEKE/3tmGGtNAeFg/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="514" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uhi35IHejN8/TqK-UvEwbPI/AAAAAAAAEKE/3tmGGtNAeFg/s640/IMG_0155.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She totally toughed it out, and never cried.&amp;nbsp; We were so proud.&amp;nbsp; Then we laughed some more every time we pictured her face while she was holding on for dear life.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; She got off the ride and&amp;nbsp;said, "I don't want to go on any more scary rides."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93o68cumXGs/TqK-cvcfquI/AAAAAAAAEKM/I8ZGm2fZ_-g/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93o68cumXGs/TqK-cvcfquI/AAAAAAAAEKM/I8ZGm2fZ_-g/s640/IMG_0160.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She went 4-wheeling through the jungle with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WOUpXZZ6_4/TqK-lKgaMII/AAAAAAAAEKU/N-xAOUPl-p0/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WOUpXZZ6_4/TqK-lKgaMII/AAAAAAAAEKU/N-xAOUPl-p0/s640/IMG_0164.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The swings were a big hit too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mplb46k02M/TqK-teyh1HI/AAAAAAAAEKc/ietR3WJcsFU/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mplb46k02M/TqK-teyh1HI/AAAAAAAAEKc/ietR3WJcsFU/s640/IMG_0183.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second best story of the day was while we were waiting for this train ride Sweet Cheeks and I were first in line and these 3 other kids ran up to the gate and tried to weasel their way in front of us.&amp;nbsp; I knew the gate opened out towards us and since their parents obviously weren't doing anything about their kids pushing us, I pulled them all back so the guy could open the gate for me and Sweet Cheeks to go first.&amp;nbsp; Then she and I made a bee line for the first train so all her dreams could come true and she could "dwive the twain".&amp;nbsp; Just as we were lifting our feet to step into the first train, one of those weaselly little kids pushed Sweet Cheeks out of the way and started to climb in herself.&amp;nbsp; I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "HEY WE WERE GETTING IN THERE!&amp;nbsp; Go find another train."&amp;nbsp; She looked at me like, "Huh?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What did I do?"&amp;nbsp; I spent the whole train ride pretending to have fun with Sweet&amp;nbsp;Cheeks, but really preparing myself to be confronted by that kid's parents when the ride was over.&amp;nbsp; Turns out all of my "You need to teach your kid some manners" prepared lines were unnecessary, because the&amp;nbsp;kid ran out the gate in front of us to her oblivious parents and they started speaking whatever&amp;nbsp;Scandinavian language&amp;nbsp;it is that they speak as they&amp;nbsp;hurried to the next ride.&amp;nbsp; Crisis averted.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7EAV7KlafU/TqK-1QfoPTI/AAAAAAAAEKk/5kXwiy015So/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7EAV7KlafU/TqK-1QfoPTI/AAAAAAAAEKk/5kXwiy015So/s640/IMG_0204.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzWvg76DsNI/TqK--gikXoI/AAAAAAAAEKs/UCo2DHZTYCM/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzWvg76DsNI/TqK--gikXoI/AAAAAAAAEKs/UCo2DHZTYCM/s640/IMG_0209.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fair food we ate this year was a bad steak and cheese (the meat was barely even tan-colored and it was liquid yellow cheese poured on top--EWW!!), french fries, popcorn. roasted corn (best food of the day), ice cream, a frozen chocolate and nut covered banana, mini doughnuts, and lots of lemonade and soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the BEST time this year, and came home still laughing about our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0a3Xf7QmPw/TqK_G6ZbChI/AAAAAAAAEK0/iwVIwMYTAOI/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0a3Xf7QmPw/TqK_G6ZbChI/AAAAAAAAEK0/iwVIwMYTAOI/s640/IMG_0219.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7326148809643124201?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7326148809643124201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7326148809643124201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7326148809643124201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7326148809643124201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/state-fair-2011.html' title='State Fair 2011'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5U-T53wHLw/TqK9ZYAd_gI/AAAAAAAAEIs/m-ojjj8-_34/s72-c/2011_10_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6983629228121653655</id><published>2011-10-18T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T08:49:10.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who took their kid on her first camp out ever and forgot the camera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for bad camera phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went with people from our old church congregation, which also included T-Bone's parents, his youngest brother and his wife, and one niece and one nephew.&amp;nbsp; It was great to catch up with longtime friends and just enjoy the outdoors.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks loved it and can't wait to go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3x3V3jlHbg/Tp109Dqd9xI/AAAAAAAAEIU/fNGQNX-KO-4/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3x3V3jlHbg/Tp109Dqd9xI/AAAAAAAAEIU/fNGQNX-KO-4/s640/image.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYxC0bvSG_E/Tp10-PCLlyI/AAAAAAAAEIc/rkBVHg_Mt0U/s1600/image+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYxC0bvSG_E/Tp10-PCLlyI/AAAAAAAAEIc/rkBVHg_Mt0U/s640/image+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was absolutely exhausted and fell alseep almost immediately after getting in the truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhCX_aLH8c/Tp10-7d_AjI/AAAAAAAAEIk/hUK8FmQdJUk/s1600/1015111113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhCX_aLH8c/Tp10-7d_AjI/AAAAAAAAEIk/hUK8FmQdJUk/s640/1015111113.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6983629228121653655?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6983629228121653655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6983629228121653655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6983629228121653655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6983629228121653655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3x3V3jlHbg/Tp109Dqd9xI/AAAAAAAAEIU/fNGQNX-KO-4/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7407394108239390830</id><published>2011-10-12T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:00:15.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Anna &amp; Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday was my niece's last day of fall break, before going back to school.&amp;nbsp; So my sister-in-law and I took the girls to our friend's house to ride Anna &amp;amp; Easy.&amp;nbsp; The girls did awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAb1PnnrPOo/TpXTFg0YgCI/AAAAAAAAEHs/cAVszxi6SWE/s1600/IMG_9887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAb1PnnrPOo/TpXTFg0YgCI/AAAAAAAAEHs/cAVszxi6SWE/s640/IMG_9887.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's smiling with her tongue out, of course.&amp;nbsp; And look at those little legs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZYh2R8N0QQ/TpXTJQ7i6II/AAAAAAAAEH0/QmNiB_383f4/s1600/IMG_9896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZYh2R8N0QQ/TpXTJQ7i6II/AAAAAAAAEH0/QmNiB_383f4/s640/IMG_9896.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She made 2 loops, and was ready to play in the dirt with Coy-Man while her cousin took her turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhkvTCYdPyk/TpXTSC19jvI/AAAAAAAAEH8/98MQt7C-hpY/s1600/IMG_9906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhkvTCYdPyk/TpXTSC19jvI/AAAAAAAAEH8/98MQt7C-hpY/s640/IMG_9906.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece was riding like&amp;nbsp;a pro.&amp;nbsp; She circled her horse both ways, backed it up, walked, and trotted.&amp;nbsp; She's got the horse-riding bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj8q-_qM_7E/TpXTel8zkEI/AAAAAAAAEIE/2aChZPaToZ4/s1600/IMG_9943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj8q-_qM_7E/TpXTel8zkEI/AAAAAAAAEIE/2aChZPaToZ4/s640/IMG_9943.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was making some terrible face in ever picture of me that day, so here's proof that I was rode without showing any of those awful faces.&amp;nbsp; I trotted and learned to lope.&amp;nbsp; Loping is faster than trotting, but it feels smoother.&amp;nbsp; Me likee.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Tam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lGFv4T0Rro/TpXTn8zk5TI/AAAAAAAAEIM/ES69_KuQH2c/s1600/IMG_9950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lGFv4T0Rro/TpXTn8zk5TI/AAAAAAAAEIM/ES69_KuQH2c/s640/IMG_9950.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7407394108239390830?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7407394108239390830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7407394108239390830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7407394108239390830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7407394108239390830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/riding-anna-easy.html' title='Riding Anna &amp; Easy'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAb1PnnrPOo/TpXTFg0YgCI/AAAAAAAAEHs/cAVszxi6SWE/s72-c/IMG_9887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6431047728310142013</id><published>2011-10-10T17:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:53:23.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolley Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to an awesome &lt;a href="http://www.jolleyfamilyfunfarm.com/"&gt;pirate-themed corn maze&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom was in town, and we had T-Bone's sister and her daughter with us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0xrKe85CrM/TpNTbo0UOgI/AAAAAAAAEGs/-pwUCQaxmL0/s1600/IMG_9834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0xrKe85CrM/TpNTbo0UOgI/AAAAAAAAEGs/-pwUCQaxmL0/s640/IMG_9834.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBTxphdpVQA/TpNpIYUXzEI/AAAAAAAAEHg/4ZAC6nTl5eQ/s1600/IMG_9831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBTxphdpVQA/TpNpIYUXzEI/AAAAAAAAEHg/4ZAC6nTl5eQ/s320/IMG_9831.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hay Bale Pirate Ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMeVWv3gZek/TpNTnXhT3JI/AAAAAAAAEGw/DMkPv0U5jrE/s1600/IMG_9762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMeVWv3gZek/TpNTnXhT3JI/AAAAAAAAEGw/DMkPv0U5jrE/s640/IMG_9762.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ASVC7KA-qo/TpNTv63aqBI/AAAAAAAAEG0/C5nmK7VpTKw/s1600/IMG_9768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ASVC7KA-qo/TpNTv63aqBI/AAAAAAAAEG0/C5nmK7VpTKw/s640/IMG_9768.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were all kinds of games and activities.&amp;nbsp; This was called Funky Pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; There were different stations around the farm where you would add face parts to your pumpkin page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRmETQGBcv0/TpNT5e-wLZI/AAAAAAAAEG4/wcg2FsTGq_4/s1600/IMG_9775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRmETQGBcv0/TpNT5e-wLZI/AAAAAAAAEG4/wcg2FsTGq_4/s640/IMG_9775.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a mini maze for the little kiddos.&amp;nbsp; Look how excited she was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbWy8SRNH4Y/TpNT7tRLfWI/AAAAAAAAEG8/gdifp5WdFJc/s1600/IMG_9779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbWy8SRNH4Y/TpNT7tRLfWI/AAAAAAAAEG8/gdifp5WdFJc/s640/IMG_9779.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8Ae3Sq8WpY/TpNUFxTfeCI/AAAAAAAAEHA/0vWyCaEzl0E/s1600/IMG_9782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8Ae3Sq8WpY/TpNUFxTfeCI/AAAAAAAAEHA/0vWyCaEzl0E/s640/IMG_9782.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom, the puzzle game queen, figured out the tree trunk hop puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjOrHO5wRi8/TpNUQtbtC3I/AAAAAAAAEHE/aQMOsnhg_Qk/s1600/IMG_9793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjOrHO5wRi8/TpNUQtbtC3I/AAAAAAAAEHE/aQMOsnhg_Qk/s640/IMG_9793.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the kid's corn maze, you had to find 4 different stations, and get a different color paint on 4 of your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_Z50IAsDrE/TpNUaOrVXiI/AAAAAAAAEHI/Cjsi8r4svGQ/s1600/IMG_9807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_Z50IAsDrE/TpNUaOrVXiI/AAAAAAAAEHI/Cjsi8r4svGQ/s640/IMG_9807.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sent my mom in the corn box with Sweet Cheeks so that she could get all the diseases in there.&amp;nbsp; I had to stay healthy so I could take care of them when they get sick from it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzc99BGJ6e4/TpNUdbg75_I/AAAAAAAAEHM/zlr68C6NGWk/s1600/IMG_9812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzc99BGJ6e4/TpNUdbg75_I/AAAAAAAAEHM/zlr68C6NGWk/s640/IMG_9812.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The adult corn maze had 27 stations to find.&amp;nbsp; We didn't last that long.&amp;nbsp; They say it takes about 90 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBXWaKov5rs/TpNUkbrNYgI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/6AYCzrVHOGo/s1600/IMG_9845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBXWaKov5rs/TpNUkbrNYgI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/6AYCzrVHOGo/s640/IMG_9845.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04FDeDrYqpk/TpNUr2o1FLI/AAAAAAAAEHU/eILHfYjuIRc/s1600/IMG_9852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04FDeDrYqpk/TpNUr2o1FLI/AAAAAAAAEHU/eILHfYjuIRc/s640/IMG_9852.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyUYKEfAnn8/TpNUzx0tfgI/AAAAAAAAEHY/Zk6OAv6o6Hc/s1600/IMG_9858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyUYKEfAnn8/TpNUzx0tfgI/AAAAAAAAEHY/Zk6OAv6o6Hc/s640/IMG_9858.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids loved the hay ride.&amp;nbsp; Apparently Sweet Cheeks thought it was hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Good times out there!&amp;nbsp; It's not a pumpkin farm, but they had nice pumpkins for sale.&amp;nbsp; We got 3 large and 1 small,&amp;nbsp;so we're all stocked up for the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPwgLRAktH0/TpNU7-rHxoI/AAAAAAAAEHc/nnnqfOit5Yk/s1600/IMG_9875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPwgLRAktH0/TpNU7-rHxoI/AAAAAAAAEHc/nnnqfOit5Yk/s640/IMG_9875.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6431047728310142013?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6431047728310142013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6431047728310142013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6431047728310142013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6431047728310142013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/jolley-good-time.html' title='Jolley Good Time'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0xrKe85CrM/TpNTbo0UOgI/AAAAAAAAEGs/-pwUCQaxmL0/s72-c/IMG_9834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-8185583410230394178</id><published>2011-10-08T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:02:16.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week we went to our local kids museum.&amp;nbsp; That place was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks learned how to drive a car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzsbNxfO80s/TpCTEILLdKI/AAAAAAAAEFE/HeFhB8EndI8/s1600/IMG_9640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzsbNxfO80s/TpCTEILLdKI/AAAAAAAAEFE/HeFhB8EndI8/s640/IMG_9640.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xs9PJfCQM4s/TpCTMx_24mI/AAAAAAAAEFI/rvnhEni9uh8/s1600/IMG_9645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xs9PJfCQM4s/TpCTMx_24mI/AAAAAAAAEFI/rvnhEni9uh8/s640/IMG_9645.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she got in an accident, and ended up on a stretcher in the ambulance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRGvhTo5aMg/TpCTSZyJVHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/vKun1HWtStM/s1600/IMG_9648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRGvhTo5aMg/TpCTSZyJVHI/AAAAAAAAEFM/vKun1HWtStM/s640/IMG_9648.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so inspired by the people that took care of her, that she decided to become an EMT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z_d3BZ2otQ/TpCTZ2JIMII/AAAAAAAAEFQ/kbMqQXLNlcU/s1600/IMG_9652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z_d3BZ2otQ/TpCTZ2JIMII/AAAAAAAAEFQ/kbMqQXLNlcU/s640/IMG_9652.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a fireman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW2-mT8MfpI/TpCTe6RFP-I/AAAAAAAAEFU/kXkF7g_CYFs/s1600/IMG_9657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW2-mT8MfpI/TpCTe6RFP-I/AAAAAAAAEFU/kXkF7g_CYFs/s640/IMG_9657.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got hungry after work and went shopping at the grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncv7qj2ANeM/TpCTiSxhxKI/AAAAAAAAEFY/XswIlXGhFWI/s1600/IMG_9665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncv7qj2ANeM/TpCTiSxhxKI/AAAAAAAAEFY/XswIlXGhFWI/s640/IMG_9665.JPG" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wasn't all that impressed with the produce selection, so she just planted her own garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6jaTxUZJAU/TpCTp10lV2I/AAAAAAAAEFc/c-7wKCvRVMo/s1600/IMG_9670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6jaTxUZJAU/TpCTp10lV2I/AAAAAAAAEFc/c-7wKCvRVMo/s640/IMG_9670.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While she was waiting for her crops to grow she took a vacation, and ended up on a pirate ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtvhrCwta0g/TpCTv59tIYI/AAAAAAAAEFg/qn3Dg3ocEsU/s1600/IMG_9679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtvhrCwta0g/TpCTv59tIYI/AAAAAAAAEFg/qn3Dg3ocEsU/s640/IMG_9679.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was starting to get sea sick, so she looked for some dry land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iMCZs9HhHE/TpCT1R8h4oI/AAAAAAAAEFk/FndaRl0izKM/s1600/IMG_9682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iMCZs9HhHE/TpCT1R8h4oI/AAAAAAAAEFk/FndaRl0izKM/s640/IMG_9682.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once on land, she and her cousin painted with marbles.&amp;nbsp; (Genius idea by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnihmrHkXkc/TpCT8DIBurI/AAAAAAAAEFo/ODsCrQ9Cc7w/s1600/IMG_9685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnihmrHkXkc/TpCT8DIBurI/AAAAAAAAEFo/ODsCrQ9Cc7w/s640/IMG_9685.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dd8yT1O4tCs/TpCUBc68gZI/AAAAAAAAEFs/RP_Z-VXa5xQ/s1600/IMG_9687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dd8yT1O4tCs/TpCUBc68gZI/AAAAAAAAEFs/RP_Z-VXa5xQ/s640/IMG_9687.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The painting got a little boring, so she headed back to the beach with her cousin and uncle, and hit the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vikboq-0oU/TpCUG-NUoCI/AAAAAAAAEFw/U66344RDiOc/s1600/IMG_9688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vikboq-0oU/TpCUG-NUoCI/AAAAAAAAEFw/U66344RDiOc/s640/IMG_9688.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This wave really shook her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eQkeaDq1e8/TpCUOyDgLEI/AAAAAAAAEF0/3JBRqJfFL_g/s1600/IMG_9712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eQkeaDq1e8/TpCUOyDgLEI/AAAAAAAAEF0/3JBRqJfFL_g/s640/IMG_9712.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather turned cold, and the ocean froze.&amp;nbsp; Everyone thought it would be fun to ice skate and play hockey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZD3xSkPCdo/TpCUUQRplSI/AAAAAAAAEF4/yoAb4LDwPGs/s1600/IMG_9696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZD3xSkPCdo/TpCUUQRplSI/AAAAAAAAEF4/yoAb4LDwPGs/s640/IMG_9696.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_RpwYa5uTQ/TpCUaUrkS6I/AAAAAAAAEF8/M65FYMQpiRo/s1600/IMG_9694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_RpwYa5uTQ/TpCUaUrkS6I/AAAAAAAAEF8/M65FYMQpiRo/s640/IMG_9694.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks and Daddy got in some good practice time for their upcoming figure skating competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpptsZ77LHM/TpCUhHQF3TI/AAAAAAAAEGA/cWMZD_jqCBs/s1600/IMG_9697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpptsZ77LHM/TpCUhHQF3TI/AAAAAAAAEGA/cWMZD_jqCBs/s640/IMG_9697.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got tired of the cold, and headed to the field for a mean game of soccer.&amp;nbsp; Look at that kick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVmjZvvouc/TpCUrYCmCFI/AAAAAAAAEGE/xsWFmmvTH9E/s1600/IMG_9704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVmjZvvouc/TpCUrYCmCFI/AAAAAAAAEGE/xsWFmmvTH9E/s640/IMG_9704.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voNama0mV_c/TpCU0tg0kWI/AAAAAAAAEGI/Mfl7VSnLkCg/s1600/IMG_9710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voNama0mV_c/TpCU0tg0kWI/AAAAAAAAEGI/Mfl7VSnLkCg/s640/IMG_9710.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls turned into a monkey and a lion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-uZls9delk/TpCU-O-aDjI/AAAAAAAAEGM/_-L4gNBCFt0/s1600/IMG_9717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-uZls9delk/TpCU-O-aDjI/AAAAAAAAEGM/_-L4gNBCFt0/s640/IMG_9717.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then did some cage dancing, kid-friendly of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVAYBDjCScU/TpCVG2Vj4GI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/kfrQ_qZqFx8/s1600/IMG_9719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVAYBDjCScU/TpCVG2Vj4GI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/kfrQ_qZqFx8/s640/IMG_9719.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were getting tired of all their travels, and decided to build a home and settle down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqPiKntyVIg/TpCY4aG5zII/AAAAAAAAEGY/U3fVMcqatqU/s1600/IMG_9724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqPiKntyVIg/TpCY4aG5zII/AAAAAAAAEGY/U3fVMcqatqU/s640/IMG_9724.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW0fbQXDzWk/TpCY-kOnI9I/AAAAAAAAEGc/M-M5rfw4OyA/s1600/IMG_9727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW0fbQXDzWk/TpCY-kOnI9I/AAAAAAAAEGc/M-M5rfw4OyA/s640/IMG_9727.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L71dTFXr2Uo/TpCZESQk9bI/AAAAAAAAEGg/GOBd33hrQ-E/s1600/IMG_9728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L71dTFXr2Uo/TpCZESQk9bI/AAAAAAAAEGg/GOBd33hrQ-E/s640/IMG_9728.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No home is complete without some foam jewelry decorations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-255-LEyjhVM/TpCZF0dSa6I/AAAAAAAAEGk/HTzmmCpOhQc/s1600/IMG_9733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-255-LEyjhVM/TpCZF0dSa6I/AAAAAAAAEGk/HTzmmCpOhQc/s640/IMG_9733.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a dog house.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks got hungry again and ate the dog food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaFM1h5PQU/TpCZJwXKMXI/AAAAAAAAEGo/x9oWw5nCDTA/s1600/IMG_9735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaFM1h5PQU/TpCZJwXKMXI/AAAAAAAAEGo/x9oWw5nCDTA/s640/IMG_9735.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a fun place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-8185583410230394178?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8185583410230394178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=8185583410230394178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8185583410230394178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8185583410230394178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/kids-museum.html' title='Kids Museum'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzsbNxfO80s/TpCTEILLdKI/AAAAAAAAEFE/HeFhB8EndI8/s72-c/IMG_9640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-5005149031932381044</id><published>2011-10-05T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:45:18.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 1/2"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cut 1 1/2" off of my goofy kid's hair today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was constantly tangled and not fun for either one of us to fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Problem solved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told her to say, "cheese", but instead she said, "cheese poop".&amp;nbsp; Why is everything poop?!&amp;nbsp; It probably doesn't help that I laugh, does it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y3ssC8See4/To0UqAJor2I/AAAAAAAAEFA/GFejgZ8vEEo/s1600/IMG_9751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y3ssC8See4/To0UqAJor2I/AAAAAAAAEFA/GFejgZ8vEEo/s640/IMG_9751.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-5005149031932381044?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5005149031932381044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=5005149031932381044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5005149031932381044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5005149031932381044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-12.html' title='1 1/2&quot;'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y3ssC8See4/To0UqAJor2I/AAAAAAAAEFA/GFejgZ8vEEo/s72-c/IMG_9751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-8321419211991075554</id><published>2011-10-02T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T08:47:16.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Amortization Charts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there is a small book on my book shelf, it&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;somehow &lt;/em&gt;vanishes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?&amp;nbsp; I'm just reading my Mortgage Payment Handbook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixIxo_cbqAM/Tohco-awuNI/AAAAAAAAEE8/LW5RwRF0bpI/s1600/0930111338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixIxo_cbqAM/Tohco-awuNI/AAAAAAAAEE8/LW5RwRF0bpI/s640/0930111338.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-8321419211991075554?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/8321419211991075554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=8321419211991075554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8321419211991075554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/8321419211991075554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-amortization-charts.html' title='I Love Amortization Charts'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixIxo_cbqAM/Tohco-awuNI/AAAAAAAAEE8/LW5RwRF0bpI/s72-c/0930111338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4758885857740873030</id><published>2011-09-30T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:16:00.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caution:&amp;nbsp; If reading about parents teaching their children about their bodies makes you uncomfortable, just stop reading now.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2366614120890216929#editor/target=post;postID=7622569197355566551"&gt;fun little conversation&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Cheeks and I had the other day about her baby boy cousin's private parts, I thought it was time to teach her a little more about our bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started school time&amp;nbsp;with a flashlight, and used it to spotlight different body parts.&amp;nbsp; I would shine the light somewhere and she would have to say what body part it was.&amp;nbsp; She loved this.&amp;nbsp; Once we got to the end of the game, I shined the light between her legs, and she giggled and said, "that's my bum."&amp;nbsp; I knew that's what she would say, because as a girl with no brothers around, it's been easy not to have to distinguish between her front and back when we're talking about washing her during a bath or whatever.&amp;nbsp; So then I said, "No, your bum is in the back and we're going to call this in the front your private."&amp;nbsp; (We'll teach proper body part names in another year or two.)&amp;nbsp; So then I said, "Girls have a private that looks like yours, and boys have a private that looks like baby Henry's."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Between giggles she&amp;nbsp;said, "Eww!&amp;nbsp; I don't like boy's privates.&amp;nbsp; They stick out!"&amp;nbsp; I smiled, but really wanted to laugh my head off when I was explaining to her that it's not gross, and that's just&amp;nbsp;the way that Heavenly Father made our bodies.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWxFssyG89Y/ToW29Bz0aVI/AAAAAAAAEEs/-tohNgC8jhU/s1600/IMG_9632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWxFssyG89Y/ToW29Bz0aVI/AAAAAAAAEEs/-tohNgC8jhU/s640/IMG_9632.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next we talked about how it's important to keep our bodies clean, and we played a game where she had to pick different toiletry items out of a bag, and then tell me what they were for.&amp;nbsp; There was soap, a toothbrush and toothpaste, tissues, nail clippers, a comb, and toilet paper.&amp;nbsp; When she got to the toilet paper, she could not stop with the giggles.&amp;nbsp; She yelled, "This is to wipe my BUTT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More giggling and hilarity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just thought this was all too hilarious.  I love three year old humor!&amp;nbsp; I mean this kid inserts the words "pee" or "poop" into any song that she doesn't think is funny enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we used playdoh and a gingerbread man cookie cutter to make a body and add some parts and clothes to it.&amp;nbsp; I have got to get some shoes like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8eHxRpHpNA/ToW3VnxAlfI/AAAAAAAAEE4/AXcY648dLbI/s1600/IMG_9630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8eHxRpHpNA/ToW3VnxAlfI/AAAAAAAAEE4/AXcY648dLbI/s640/IMG_9630.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last we talked about hand prints and fingerprints and then made some with finger paints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qkT7x-uYHc/ToW3HmncoSI/AAAAAAAAEEw/QndAA9Zlczg/s1600/IMG_9633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qkT7x-uYHc/ToW3HmncoSI/AAAAAAAAEEw/QndAA9Zlczg/s640/IMG_9633.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMf2PmhF-eo/ToW3Pb1LF0I/AAAAAAAAEE0/-xGUjFEeEac/s1600/IMG_9637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMf2PmhF-eo/ToW3Pb1LF0I/AAAAAAAAEE0/-xGUjFEeEac/s640/IMG_9637.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that we've had that fun morning, we'll be going back to learning about letters, numbers, animals, and other not non-stop-giggles topics.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4758885857740873030?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4758885857740873030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4758885857740873030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4758885857740873030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4758885857740873030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-bodies.html' title='Our Bodies'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWxFssyG89Y/ToW29Bz0aVI/AAAAAAAAEEs/-tohNgC8jhU/s72-c/IMG_9632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3357316997200883897</id><published>2011-09-29T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:48:59.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey folks, T-Bone here.&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago I was asked to do a couple days of contract work in Houston.&amp;nbsp; I went a couple days early and hung out with some friends of ours from our time at Auburn University.&amp;nbsp; Keeks stayed home with Sweet Cheeks for the 4 days I was gone and cried, because she was missing out on awesome times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took an afternoon trip to Galveston.&amp;nbsp; These are some of the many boulders and rocks that cover parts of Galveston Beach.&amp;nbsp; If you look closely you can see small towers of rocks that people have built.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure why!&amp;nbsp; Anyone know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEMbpOTpM40/ToJ9FtmnPII/AAAAAAAAAO8/IiBFw5sSKNU/s1600/IMG_20110918_172634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEMbpOTpM40/ToJ9FtmnPII/AAAAAAAAAO8/IiBFw5sSKNU/s640/IMG_20110918_172634.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 boys dodged waves crashing against the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_P5J8KFvhuk/ToJ9Ph4ceFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8s8CxtrrKgQ/s1600/IMG_20110918_173754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_P5J8KFvhuk/ToJ9Ph4ceFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8s8CxtrrKgQ/s640/IMG_20110918_173754.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2XZw-oNaSo/ToJ9vesq_eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-k4h9oJoy1k/s1600/IMG_20110918_173908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c2XZw-oNaSo/ToJ9vesq_eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-k4h9oJoy1k/s640/IMG_20110918_173908.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a tasty dinner at Whataburger.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJVUatM_-Os/ToJ-agF4wJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IlROLkcXK3M/s1600/IMG_20110919_181622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJVUatM_-Os/ToJ-agF4wJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IlROLkcXK3M/s640/IMG_20110919_181622.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being friends with a rocket scientist who contracts for NASA is that he can take you to the places that the tourists don't get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoTAMenWlCc/ToJ-YyNORPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KWwBQyC7J7k/s1600/IMG_20110919_220345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoTAMenWlCc/ToJ-YyNORPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KWwBQyC7J7k/s640/IMG_20110919_220345.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The halls of the Johnson Space Center are lined with photos documenting the history of the space program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zK0_GBI16ZU/ToJ-ousYyjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kcqdsVrcPrA/s1600/IMG_20110919_221442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zK0_GBI16ZU/ToJ-ousYyjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kcqdsVrcPrA/s640/IMG_20110919_221442.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space station mission control is manned 24/7, hence the reason people were there while we were looking around at midnight.&amp;nbsp; The shuttle mission control is closed, because there are no more shuttle missions from the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-57SYby0uA/ToJ_D8UnlWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SyOH0kYaBbw/s1600/IMG_20110919_222651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-57SYby0uA/ToJ_D8UnlWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SyOH0kYaBbw/s640/IMG_20110919_222651.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the&amp;nbsp;old mission control used for missions like Apollo 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qEMBued9Dmg/ToJ_bUHPG_I/AAAAAAAAARM/1OX0N6PnsyM/s1600/IMG_20110919_224634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qEMBued9Dmg/ToJ_bUHPG_I/AAAAAAAAARM/1OX0N6PnsyM/s640/IMG_20110919_224634.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daaaMTY2BYc/ToJ_YWz1PFI/AAAAAAAAARE/HRI1e7rIz9w/s1600/IMG_20110919_224706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daaaMTY2BYc/ToJ_YWz1PFI/AAAAAAAAARE/HRI1e7rIz9w/s640/IMG_20110919_224706.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to give a caption for this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlzGRGTVrvU/ToJ_ozVYSxI/AAAAAAAAARg/-A9LF0oMSIM/s1600/IMG_20110919_232514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlzGRGTVrvU/ToJ_ozVYSxI/AAAAAAAAARg/-A9LF0oMSIM/s640/IMG_20110919_232514.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to the shuttle mission simulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9AUR77iWmE/ToJ_8mDL67I/AAAAAAAAAR4/RrQlGHFVN6E/s1600/IMG_20110919_233925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9AUR77iWmE/ToJ_8mDL67I/AAAAAAAAAR4/RrQlGHFVN6E/s640/IMG_20110919_233925.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real deal y'all.&amp;nbsp; It's the shuttle simulator that the astronauts train in.&amp;nbsp; The guy that let us go in said, "just don't touch the switches", meaning they actually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx3AWY0tS7s/ToJ_y26A_CI/AAAAAAAAARs/BLfIOb70b8c/s1600/IMG_20110919_233443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx3AWY0tS7s/ToJ_y26A_CI/AAAAAAAAARs/BLfIOb70b8c/s640/IMG_20110919_233443.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpoZSClFscU/ToJ_xBwFoCI/AAAAAAAAARo/si4UhxbkMRs/s1600/IMG_20110919_233517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpoZSClFscU/ToJ_xBwFoCI/AAAAAAAAARo/si4UhxbkMRs/s640/IMG_20110919_233517.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the space station simulator for the U.S. section of the space station.&amp;nbsp; This is just one of many sections that the astronauts are trained in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9syYuf6F6L4/ToKABu0lGPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wBQwIFBKt2Q/s1600/IMG_20110919_234659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9syYuf6F6L4/ToKABu0lGPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wBQwIFBKt2Q/s640/IMG_20110919_234659.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A space station hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6g_6_AyCd64/ToKARIjozmI/AAAAAAAAASU/s7ze397P3oU/s1600/IMG_20110919_235008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6g_6_AyCd64/ToKARIjozmI/AAAAAAAAASU/s7ze397P3oU/s640/IMG_20110919_235008.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for showing me an awesome time Mana &amp;amp; Annette.&amp;nbsp; Sorry that your redbox contest picture was rejected due to you "breaking the rules" of the contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OX_dS72tuKI/ToJ-IfjIW-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/l8-hHV_yH9w/s1600/IMG_20110918_183323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OX_dS72tuKI/ToJ-IfjIW-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/l8-hHV_yH9w/s640/IMG_20110918_183323.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_220505146"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_220505147"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3357316997200883897?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3357316997200883897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3357316997200883897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3357316997200883897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3357316997200883897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/houston.html' title='Houston'/><author><name>TQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15789992755271524950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEMbpOTpM40/ToJ9FtmnPII/AAAAAAAAAO8/IiBFw5sSKNU/s72-c/IMG_20110918_172634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7622569197355566551</id><published>2011-09-26T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:50:21.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Besties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess Sweet Cheeks shares her princess duties with her faithful sidekick, Sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the pearl necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sugar liked it so much that she slept in it all night long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4QjxNubCUI/ToEpHjX_C7I/AAAAAAAAEEo/4bY9YW6N8i0/s1600/IMG_9619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4QjxNubCUI/ToEpHjX_C7I/AAAAAAAAEEo/4bY9YW6N8i0/s640/IMG_9619.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite thing that Sweet Cheeks said to me today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks-&amp;nbsp; You not a grown up, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me-&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;a grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks- Oh, you don't look like a grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me-&amp;nbsp; Tell me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite thing that Sweet Cheeks said to me last week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(talking about her 5 month old cousin, who she has obviously watched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get a diaper change)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks-&amp;nbsp; Henry has a funny bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me-&amp;nbsp; What do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks-&amp;nbsp; He have something sticking out of his bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, we haven't exactly had the conversation about boy parts and girl parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here we go...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7622569197355566551?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7622569197355566551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7622569197355566551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7622569197355566551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7622569197355566551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/besties.html' title='Besties'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4QjxNubCUI/ToEpHjX_C7I/AAAAAAAAEEo/4bY9YW6N8i0/s72-c/IMG_9619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2813356581792347621</id><published>2011-09-23T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:26:56.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is All Just Happening So Fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are both&amp;nbsp;just barely 3 and doing this already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I'm sayin' is she better get that look off her face before she turns 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P5PIIWHzRs/Tnx50LEH9eI/AAAAAAAAEEk/a-D-h6OaCJA/s1600/IMG_9572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P5PIIWHzRs/Tnx50LEH9eI/AAAAAAAAEEk/a-D-h6OaCJA/s640/IMG_9572.JPG" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2366614120890216929-2813356581792347621?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2813356581792347621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2813356581792347621' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2813356581792347621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2813356581792347621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-all-just-happening-so-fast.html' title='This Is All Just Happening So Fast...'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5P5PIIWHzRs/Tnx50LEH9eI/AAAAAAAAEEk/a-D-h6OaCJA/s72-c/IMG_9572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-829910951630693628</id><published>2011-09-21T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:06:12.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple weeks ago I made a birthday gift for my sister and a baby gift for a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up first, my sister's reversible purse/tote bag or whatevertheheck you wanna call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0_TUz8gNPM/Tnns-SLpjZI/AAAAAAAAEEU/Sou6hsDzKZY/s1600/2011_09_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0_TUz8gNPM/Tnns-SLpjZI/AAAAAAAAEEU/Sou6hsDzKZY/s640/2011_09_12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I made&amp;nbsp;an infant seat cover from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/81922963/car-seat-blanket-pattern-car-seat-canopy"&gt;this pattern&lt;/a&gt; for a friend from Nashville.&amp;nbsp; I used a couple of the fabrics from the new Michael Miller&amp;nbsp;Citron Gray line.&amp;nbsp; Love.&amp;nbsp; Them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5rXSYJzdmg/TnoHdEgpkyI/AAAAAAAAEEY/0b2l5eG0-hY/s1600/IMG_9571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5rXSYJzdmg/TnoHdEgpkyI/AAAAAAAAEEY/0b2l5eG0-hY/s640/IMG_9571.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a view of the inside fabric that folds back over the handle when you need access to your beautiful baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptcPr1xAgNg/TnoHktryoKI/AAAAAAAAEEc/Y6A1GahzmuA/s1600/IMG_9575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptcPr1xAgNg/TnoHktryoKI/AAAAAAAAEEc/Y6A1GahzmuA/s640/IMG_9575.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The handles velcro around the infant seat handle to keep the blanket up like a tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDa_ENS277k/TnoHr5kcPzI/AAAAAAAAEEg/RedHmH_Tuxw/s1600/IMG_9578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDa_ENS277k/TnoHr5kcPzI/AAAAAAAAEEg/RedHmH_Tuxw/s640/IMG_9578.JPG" width="640" /&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/2366614120890216929-829910951630693628?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/829910951630693628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=829910951630693628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/829910951630693628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/829910951630693628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0_TUz8gNPM/Tnns-SLpjZI/AAAAAAAAEEU/Sou6hsDzKZY/s72-c/2011_09_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7572500631550739302</id><published>2011-09-19T20:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:20:48.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sprinkler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day Sweet Cheeks surprised us and busted out "the sprinkler" dance move.&amp;nbsp; It's just one of many she's learned from her cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/r2DIqKfz1yw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2DIqKfz1yw?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2DIqKfz1yw?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up?&amp;nbsp; The robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7572500631550739302?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7572500631550739302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7572500631550739302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7572500631550739302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7572500631550739302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/sprinkler.html' title='The Sprinkler'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-484531457952519602</id><published>2011-09-18T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:50:02.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent 4 days last week painting for T-Bone's grandma.&amp;nbsp; Don't anybody else get any bright ideas, because we ain't offering our services.&amp;nbsp; I can't remember the last time I was so tired and sore.&amp;nbsp; I'm weak sauce.&amp;nbsp; By the time we got back home Friday, all that was left to do was catch up on playing with Sweet Cheeks' cousin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MV1J72CjG7E/TnaIleZLNZI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/eqVCTDO_j2Q/s1600/IMG_9603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MV1J72CjG7E/TnaIleZLNZI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/eqVCTDO_j2Q/s640/IMG_9603.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and sleep and sleep until 5:45am the next morning&amp;nbsp;(that wasn't nearly long enough to recover)&amp;nbsp;when we had to take T-Bone to the airport for a quick trip to Houston to save the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent yesterday afternoon at my house with 2 of my sistas (in-law)&amp;nbsp;and their kids.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would be a good idea to try to&amp;nbsp;get a sewing project cut out for my sister-in-law who's been bugging me for like 2 years to make something for her :) , make&amp;nbsp;dinner rolls and soup from scratch,&amp;nbsp;pop 2 batches of popcorn for the kids and make sure they had all the parts they needed for whatever&amp;nbsp;costumes they were wearing at the moment, and engage in pleasant conversation&amp;nbsp;all at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I'm a walking testimony of why it's not a good idea to entertain people&amp;nbsp;and work on projects at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I'm no good at it.&amp;nbsp; My mind goes blank.&amp;nbsp; I'm talking white sheet of paper blank.&amp;nbsp; I'm a horrible conversation maker during those times&amp;nbsp;and it takes me twice as long to get anything done.&amp;nbsp; Sooo...here's a warning&amp;nbsp;next time you come to my house to work on a project together...expect me to be a little weird and crazy.&amp;nbsp; At least I can take the first step and admit that I have a problem.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promised myself that I would take a break from playing supergirl last night and today.&amp;nbsp; I left the dishes and the toys everywhere and caught up on sleep and Netflix last night and then after church today.&amp;nbsp; Of course that little break from my OCD ended tonight when we got the house picked up before Sweet Cheeks' bedtime.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can really relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-484531457952519602?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/484531457952519602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=484531457952519602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/484531457952519602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/484531457952519602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-week.html' title='Long Week'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MV1J72CjG7E/TnaIleZLNZI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/eqVCTDO_j2Q/s72-c/IMG_9603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4881962741446241902</id><published>2011-09-12T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:50:48.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Matters Into Her Own Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning Sweet Cheeks asked me if she could put on my shoes.&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel like cleaning up the tornado that she leaves in my closet when she does that, so I said no.&amp;nbsp; She walked over to the mirror, looked into it&amp;nbsp;and said, "Can I wear Mommy's shoes?"&amp;nbsp; Then she went in the closet, where her daddy was putting on his shoes and said, "The mirror said that I can wear Mommy's shoes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um...no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our budding artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTFCL8QXwc/Tm61GF2QjBI/AAAAAAAAEEI/kENnpmUHLWQ/s1600/IMG_9570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTFCL8QXwc/Tm61GF2QjBI/AAAAAAAAEEI/kENnpmUHLWQ/s640/IMG_9570.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then once we got to church, Sweet Cheeks asked if she could go sit with her aunt in the pew in front of us.&amp;nbsp; Her daddy said she could go as soon as we drank the sacrament water.&amp;nbsp; She reached down picked up her sippy cup and said, "I'll just drink my own water", and then started toward her aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um...no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our budding artist's concentration tongue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZI4FUXdhFI/Tm61L5lRRQI/AAAAAAAAEEM/B6mvxE8gqZA/s1600/2011-09-091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZI4FUXdhFI/Tm61L5lRRQI/AAAAAAAAEEM/B6mvxE8gqZA/s640/2011-09-091.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4881962741446241902?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4881962741446241902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4881962741446241902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4881962741446241902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4881962741446241902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/taking-matters-into-her-own-hands.html' title='Taking Matters Into Her Own Hands'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNTFCL8QXwc/Tm61GF2QjBI/AAAAAAAAEEI/kENnpmUHLWQ/s72-c/IMG_9570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7921576673841420882</id><published>2011-09-11T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:22:14.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Has it really been 10 years since September 11, 2001?&amp;nbsp; It seems like yesterday, but forever ago at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was working at the state legislature at the time in the bill typing department.&amp;nbsp; My office did all the editing for the lawyers who wrote the bills for the state senators and representatives.&amp;nbsp; We called our office the dungeon, because we were below street level, and it looked like the sad office with the flickering fluorescent lights that Tom Hanks worked in in the movie Joe&amp;nbsp;Versus the Volcano.&amp;nbsp; We didn't have a tv, and being in the basement we were the last in the building to find out what had happened, because everyone had a hard time peeling themselves away from the tv screens upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once the news was passed on to us, we went upstairs to see for ourselves.&amp;nbsp; It was awful.&amp;nbsp; It looked like a movie, but it was live tv--live tv that turned into unbelievable slow motion life.&amp;nbsp; One of the many things that&amp;nbsp;I saw that morning that brought tears to my eyes, were the people forced to choose between burning to death or jumping to their death, and they chose to jump.&amp;nbsp; I could only&amp;nbsp;imagine a tiny portion of the fear they were actually experiencing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like everyone else in the country, all I wanted was to go home to my family.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was an injustice that there I was working in a government building that could be a target for terrorism as well, and I was being forced to stay at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I see how selfish I was.&amp;nbsp; At least I had a home and family to be able to go home to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a long time after that day, I can remember keeping a news website open on my work computer all day.&amp;nbsp; I would refresh the website way too many times a day, just so I could make sure that all was right in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time passed, as it has a habit of doing, and as a country we were able to feel mostly safe again.&amp;nbsp; That is in thanks to the men and women who serve this country, and to their families who support them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and her family took us to ground zero in June 2002, less than a year after that tragic day.&amp;nbsp; I have never had a feeling like I had there.&amp;nbsp; It's too difficult to describe.&amp;nbsp; But I saw pictures &lt;a href="http://www.911memorial.org/memorial"&gt;of the new 9/11 memorial&lt;/a&gt; and am looking forward to returning to see something so beautiful where I only saw devastation before.&amp;nbsp; I love the idea of the waterfalls, because who can't feel peaceful near a waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WARxsymOIfo/Tm0FOIyA0iI/AAAAAAAAEEA/b2KRiqS9HqQ/s1600/911memorial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="354" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WARxsymOIfo/Tm0FOIyA0iI/AAAAAAAAEEA/b2KRiqS9HqQ/s640/911memorial.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkpAy95sBWQ/Tm0FP1O4MsI/AAAAAAAAEEE/3apuitpKle4/s1600/911memorialnight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nkpAy95sBWQ/Tm0FP1O4MsI/AAAAAAAAEEE/3apuitpKle4/s640/911memorialnight.jpg" width="640" /&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/2366614120890216929-7921576673841420882?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7921576673841420882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7921576673841420882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7921576673841420882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7921576673841420882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WARxsymOIfo/Tm0FOIyA0iI/AAAAAAAAEEA/b2KRiqS9HqQ/s72-c/911memorial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-871480372172349766</id><published>2011-09-09T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:48:24.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play House Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ding Dong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-474FDIL0sw0/TmoVFsBadUI/AAAAAAAAEDw/MMJqaEk8l90/s1600/IMG_9532-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-474FDIL0sw0/TmoVFsBadUI/AAAAAAAAEDw/MMJqaEk8l90/s640/IMG_9532-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, yeah, hi.&amp;nbsp; Could I get a hamburger with pickles and mustard please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ovtDNJr-rg/TmoVLtU3YwI/AAAAAAAAED0/0ibmTAMmBTo/s1600/IMG_9535-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ovtDNJr-rg/TmoVLtU3YwI/AAAAAAAAED0/0ibmTAMmBTo/s640/IMG_9535-1.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok great!&amp;nbsp; I'm starving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJpinANla0I/TmoVRj3hnZI/AAAAAAAAED4/FjpsbomtHC4/s1600/IMG_9537-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJpinANla0I/TmoVRj3hnZI/AAAAAAAAED4/FjpsbomtHC4/s640/IMG_9537-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;need...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rf09UgvQqA/TmoVXDkcl3I/AAAAAAAAED8/5fwWz_DVH9A/s1600/IMG_9539-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rf09UgvQqA/TmoVXDkcl3I/AAAAAAAAED8/5fwWz_DVH9A/s640/IMG_9539-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-871480372172349766?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/871480372172349766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=871480372172349766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/871480372172349766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/871480372172349766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/play-house-play.html' title='Play House Play'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-474FDIL0sw0/TmoVFsBadUI/AAAAAAAAEDw/MMJqaEk8l90/s72-c/IMG_9532-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6212917855992688185</id><published>2011-09-07T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:53:33.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I Raising?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to think that I'm teaching Sweet Cheeks to&lt;br /&gt;become a strong, confident woman.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yesterday after I told her that she and I needed to wait in the truck while daddy went into the post office, she noticed a woman coming out of the post office and she said, "Why that woman go in the post office?&amp;nbsp; Women are supposed to wait in the car while their daddy's go in the post office."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, I was just trying to save us the hassle of unbuckling car seats and seat belts, and now I've got a daughter trying to send us back to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pre-women's suffrage times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6212917855992688185?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6212917855992688185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6212917855992688185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6212917855992688185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6212917855992688185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-am-i-raising.html' title='Who Am I Raising?'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4856150657309829183</id><published>2011-09-02T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:05:59.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Boring Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't felt like I've had anything really interesting to blog about lately.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Things have been pretty boring.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So here are some updates on our boringness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T-Bone started a new job a few weeks ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; It is only 2 days a week to start, but will be full-time no later than November.&amp;nbsp; He's working with an ENT &amp;amp; Audiology practice about 30 minutes away from our house.&amp;nbsp; (For local people, he's working near a hospital whose name rhymes with Tex.)&amp;nbsp; We're really happy with the location, because we were thinking he was going to end up working much further away.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the place is awesome.&amp;nbsp; They do pilates at lunch.&amp;nbsp; Yes, pilates.&amp;nbsp; HaHa!&amp;nbsp; The ENT and head audiologist (husband and wife) have one of those never-ending current pools in their office along with a full bathroom, shower included.&amp;nbsp; T-Bone is enjoying his pilates workouts (I still smile when I think about it) and I guess he likes&amp;nbsp;the work that he's doing with patients.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got on a riding lawn mower again this week &lt;/strong&gt;for the first time since I was a teenager.&amp;nbsp; My family used to live in Maryland on 2.5 acres, and being a teenager anxious to drive anything, I did a lot of the mowing.&amp;nbsp; Now I live on 1 acre with T-Bone and Sweet Cheeks.&amp;nbsp; We have...let me count...zero trees on our property, so it's a lot of mowing.&amp;nbsp; I mowed while T-Bone did the weed-eating, edging, and blowing.&amp;nbsp; We're a well-oiled machine around here, I tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Our yard backs up to a soy field.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we're both wearing ear protection care of Dr. T-Bone.)&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDuAdolDtaM/TmEcZr0TRkI/AAAAAAAAEDE/lxdaFmhTghg/s1600/IMG_9435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDuAdolDtaM/TmEcZr0TRkI/AAAAAAAAEDE/lxdaFmhTghg/s640/IMG_9435.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurricane Irene &lt;/strong&gt;was kind of a bust where we live.&amp;nbsp; We had a lot of rain and wind.&amp;nbsp; We even lost power for 3 hours and had several trees down in our neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; But I mean other than our tomato plants getting knocked over, it was kind of lame.&amp;nbsp; The build up of excitement before a hurricane around here is almost too much to handle.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why it is that we get so excited and actually hope that it hits us.&amp;nbsp; There's something wrong with that, isn't there?&amp;nbsp; We watched the radar for 4 days waiting to see if we were going to get pounded.&amp;nbsp; Then...we only got the boring old edge of the hurricane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think our sweet potato plant was happy to see the tomato plants go.&amp;nbsp; Look how big this one plant is.&amp;nbsp; I was going to plant more, but I think this one plant will give us all the sweet potatoes we'll need this fall.&amp;nbsp; But then again, we've never grown em before, so maybe I'm mistaken.&amp;nbsp; I'll let ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LczAdL9T8Qw/TmEcoDRewqI/AAAAAAAAEDI/1GbTvJ6NC0s/s1600/IMG_9479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LczAdL9T8Qw/TmEcoDRewqI/AAAAAAAAEDI/1GbTvJ6NC0s/s640/IMG_9479.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks started her next session of gymnastics.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; She's the old pro in the class now.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else is new.&amp;nbsp; It was so cool to see her take a leadership role.&amp;nbsp; The confidence was just spilling out of her.&amp;nbsp; I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not the only one who's been doing a lot of hair lately.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks likes to use a natural hair color, like toy eggplant while she wears her princess gloves to color her daddy's hair.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrcFPmsZzGk/TmEg5DRa9nI/AAAAAAAAEDM/OTkDcoy_3jI/s1600/IMG_9413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrcFPmsZzGk/TmEg5DRa9nI/AAAAAAAAEDM/OTkDcoy_3jI/s640/IMG_9413.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After doing her daddy's hair, she took some time to "read" him a book.&amp;nbsp; I know you won't understand everything she says, but you'll hear "Once upon a time", about someone named "pooh-who", "a mean witch lived in a tall tower", "see it",&amp;nbsp;"it's scary",&amp;nbsp;"a mean lion", and "and amen".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/cZrTBX_yfH8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZrTBX_yfH8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZrTBX_yfH8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks begs to do school time every day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Three or four days a week she gets her wish.&amp;nbsp; This is how it goes.&amp;nbsp; I set up 6 stations, one at each chair at the table.&amp;nbsp; Then she rotates chairs and works on each activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0MDaM_l5EE/TmEjOgelq2I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/WmodK2qizv8/s1600/IMG_9442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0MDaM_l5EE/TmEjOgelq2I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/WmodK2qizv8/s640/IMG_9442.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is familiar with most of the activities now, so I can do dishes or cook while she does her thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJCMvn9AgM4/TmEkXmL7dVI/AAAAAAAAEDg/zw4PzepUAuc/s1600/2011-09-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fJCMvn9AgM4/TmEkXmL7dVI/AAAAAAAAEDg/zw4PzepUAuc/s640/2011-09-02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today she also made playdoh snakes and snowmen to go with her "S" activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6a8SsOQax54/TmEjTpCdaMI/AAAAAAAAEDU/nSFgy_qASSY/s1600/IMG_9454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6a8SsOQax54/TmEjTpCdaMI/AAAAAAAAEDU/nSFgy_qASSY/s640/IMG_9454.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She almost always only wants to color with pink crayons and markers.&amp;nbsp; I really have to encourage her to branch out.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr8UuqmwTiE/TmEjYD7245I/AAAAAAAAEDY/Ic1vMa118DA/s1600/IMG_9456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr8UuqmwTiE/TmEjYD7245I/AAAAAAAAEDY/Ic1vMa118DA/s640/IMG_9456.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After her activities at the table I'll usually get out a few (of several) educational puzzles or games.&amp;nbsp; We also get books at the library to go along with the letters she works on for the week, and we read those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDiIMbAxzEk/TmEjfW9ifUI/AAAAAAAAEDc/4uGatTMVCRg/s1600/IMG_9477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDiIMbAxzEk/TmEjfW9ifUI/AAAAAAAAEDc/4uGatTMVCRg/s640/IMG_9477.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't think this is to brag, because I'm not trying to act like I'm supermom.&amp;nbsp; We can't afford pre-school this year, and no one around here does joy school, so this is what we do.&amp;nbsp; I'm lucky if I can drag it out for an hour.&amp;nbsp; She spends the rest of the day just being a kid, which is exactly what she should be doing.&amp;nbsp; She's got a great imagination and plays "pwetend" all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That about sums up our boringness.&amp;nbsp; If you're looking for a boring time, call us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4856150657309829183?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4856150657309829183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4856150657309829183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4856150657309829183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4856150657309829183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-boring-life.html' title='Our Boring Life'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDuAdolDtaM/TmEcZr0TRkI/AAAAAAAAEDE/lxdaFmhTghg/s72-c/IMG_9435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2611071314123007116</id><published>2011-08-30T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:16:10.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Famous</title><content type='html'>An email that I sent several months ago was featured on MoneySavingMom.com today.&amp;nbsp; Some of the comments from people made me laugh.&amp;nbsp; People can really be haters sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moneysavingmom.com/2011/08/reader-tip-we-save-over-840-per-year-by-doing-our-own-hair-cutting-coloring.html"&gt;Here is the link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2611071314123007116?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2611071314123007116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2611071314123007116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2611071314123007116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2611071314123007116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m Famous'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3493900320546053203</id><published>2011-08-29T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:21:00.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started the day with a giant goose egg.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Note to Sweet Cheeks: It's not a great idea to run through the house with a shirt over your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huSDpp6Srhs/TlwrnpyvQsI/AAAAAAAAEC8/OinUqGfxAA4/s1600/IMG_9393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huSDpp6Srhs/TlwrnpyvQsI/AAAAAAAAEC8/OinUqGfxAA4/s640/IMG_9393.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We squeezed in way too many errands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we finished the day with crazy hair, a storm,&amp;nbsp;and finally, a rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjinfz3FUAA/TlwrqIXCjVI/AAAAAAAAEDA/ywHXvBJMEZY/s1600/IMG_9403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjinfz3FUAA/TlwrqIXCjVI/AAAAAAAAEDA/ywHXvBJMEZY/s640/IMG_9403.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3493900320546053203?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3493900320546053203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3493900320546053203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3493900320546053203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3493900320546053203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-day.html' title='What A Day'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huSDpp6Srhs/TlwrnpyvQsI/AAAAAAAAEC8/OinUqGfxAA4/s72-c/IMG_9393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2223881333862388216</id><published>2011-08-26T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T14:24:55.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing more flattering than your kid wanting to be like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did hair most of the day on Wednesday, and Sweet Cheeks thought that Cinderella needed her roots touched up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPDXr4Oi0Ho/TlfjaWvwg8I/AAAAAAAAEC0/KPkwlJrAqmo/s1600/IMG_9381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPDXr4Oi0Ho/TlfjaWvwg8I/AAAAAAAAEC0/KPkwlJrAqmo/s640/IMG_9381.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer&amp;nbsp;two of our favorite shady porch activities have been drawing with sidewalk chalk and water painting.&amp;nbsp; All you need for water painting is a bowl of water and a paint brush to paint the cement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your canvas will dry quickly and you can paint all over again.&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKPStxS5q8I/Tlfjhcn6fFI/AAAAAAAAEC4/shJVhZeGOJs/s1600/IMG_9386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKPStxS5q8I/Tlfjhcn6fFI/AAAAAAAAEC4/shJVhZeGOJs/s640/IMG_9386.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2223881333862388216?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2223881333862388216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2223881333862388216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2223881333862388216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2223881333862388216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/brushes.html' title='Brushes'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPDXr4Oi0Ho/TlfjaWvwg8I/AAAAAAAAEC0/KPkwlJrAqmo/s72-c/IMG_9381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2939828293364174029</id><published>2011-08-25T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T06:25:00.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrimpin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went shrimping this week with my mom and stepdad on a friend's boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks was pretty excited about her first "boat wide".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGZRMtWoexg/TlVZEz0VQ_I/AAAAAAAAECY/zXBpSRPYRWY/s1600/IMG_9314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGZRMtWoexg/TlVZEz0VQ_I/AAAAAAAAECY/zXBpSRPYRWY/s640/IMG_9314.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D57pbhExmvQ/TlVZNKVGX1I/AAAAAAAAECc/iJM-de36AhY/s1600/IMG_9340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D57pbhExmvQ/TlVZNKVGX1I/AAAAAAAAECc/iJM-de36AhY/s640/IMG_9340.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T-Bone walked out in the squish-between-your-toes mud to cast a net for a while.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZujP4EIPrU/TlVZXhpU22I/AAAAAAAAECg/fkEYDjrYhJ8/s1600/IMG_9351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZujP4EIPrU/TlVZXhpU22I/AAAAAAAAECg/fkEYDjrYhJ8/s640/IMG_9351.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much luck there, so we tried a few more places, but just threw the nets from the boat.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the trick to a good throw&amp;nbsp;is to hold part of the net in your mouth.&amp;nbsp; Gross!&amp;nbsp; But it works...&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25ODjldno84/TlVZeqp4yUI/AAAAAAAAECk/kyJt51UQOxw/s1600/IMG_9363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25ODjldno84/TlVZeqp4yUI/AAAAAAAAECk/kyJt51UQOxw/s640/IMG_9363.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIBwAMB2iuM/TlVZnPI3d6I/AAAAAAAAECo/0ItmEzCe5TY/s1600/IMG_9364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIBwAMB2iuM/TlVZnPI3d6I/AAAAAAAAECo/0ItmEzCe5TY/s640/IMG_9364.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAHHH!!!&amp;nbsp; THERE'S A GIANT HAND&amp;nbsp;HOLDING A GIANT SHRIMP IN THE SKY ABOVE THOSE HOUSES!!&amp;nbsp; SAVE YOURSELVES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skGWDjYk-Zw/TlVb5ZWqE4I/AAAAAAAAECw/dFTlqQtjkcg/s1600/IMG_9336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skGWDjYk-Zw/TlVb5ZWqE4I/AAAAAAAAECw/dFTlqQtjkcg/s640/IMG_9336.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks and her PawPaw enjoyed the ride home after catching all of about 12 shrimp.&amp;nbsp; We had heavy rains the night before, which they say makes for&amp;nbsp;less than awesome&amp;nbsp;shrimping.&amp;nbsp; Whoever "they"&amp;nbsp;are were&amp;nbsp;right.&amp;nbsp; Oh well...we still had fun on the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23fIA3DyTxk/TlVZrDs6hzI/AAAAAAAAECs/PSVMCLkFVnA/s1600/IMG_9371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23fIA3DyTxk/TlVZrDs6hzI/AAAAAAAAECs/PSVMCLkFVnA/s640/IMG_9371.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2939828293364174029?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2939828293364174029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2939828293364174029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2939828293364174029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2939828293364174029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/shrimpin.html' title='Shrimpin&apos;'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGZRMtWoexg/TlVZEz0VQ_I/AAAAAAAAECY/zXBpSRPYRWY/s72-c/IMG_9314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-1151496880133977535</id><published>2011-08-24T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:11:54.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Conversation</title><content type='html'>Another conversation I couldn't resist recording:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Where is my boo-boo on my elbow that I got when we were running on the street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;gone now.&amp;nbsp; I guess Heavenly Father made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Where&amp;nbsp;is Heavenly Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;He lives up in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;(Goes to window and looks up at the sky and squints)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I can't see him up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Well, we can't see him up there, but we can pray to him and talk&amp;nbsp;with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Oh.&amp;nbsp; That nice.&amp;nbsp; He a nice guy.&amp;nbsp; He have a mustache right here (&lt;em&gt;points to top lip&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-1151496880133977535?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/1151496880133977535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=1151496880133977535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/1151496880133977535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/1151496880133977535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/heavenly-conversation.html' title='Heavenly Conversation'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3028590326657233760</id><published>2011-08-21T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:43:18.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QRSTUV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she's at our house, our niece frequently asks us for I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M.&amp;nbsp; She spells it so that Sweet Cheeks doesn't know what she's asking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day Sweet Cheeks came into the kitchen and said, "Can I have some Q-R-S-T-U-V?"&amp;nbsp; When we asked her what that was she said, "It's ice cream."﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3028590326657233760?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3028590326657233760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3028590326657233760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3028590326657233760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3028590326657233760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/qrstuv.html' title='QRSTUV'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7785520300413786240</id><published>2011-08-19T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:10:39.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Table, Chairs, Planter, and Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our kitchen table top just went from this ugly, water damaged pine-color:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0_bUyeIgKk/Tk6d0Ul-8UI/AAAAAAAAEBw/HLLZMQrUh7g/s1600/IMG_8416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0_bUyeIgKk/Tk6d0Ul-8UI/AAAAAAAAEBw/HLLZMQrUh7g/s640/IMG_8416.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To this awesome grey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oD3ayEKSk0E/Tk6d53htAxI/AAAAAAAAEB0/AGo3-1AfT7g/s1600/IMG_9297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oD3ayEKSk0E/Tk6d53htAxI/AAAAAAAAEB0/AGo3-1AfT7g/s640/IMG_9297.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We left the black paint alone on the table legs and chairs.&amp;nbsp; To the table top T-Bone applied 2 coats of primer, 3 coats of grey paint, and 4 coats of polyurethane, sanding between each coat to make it super smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in our poor afternoon lighting you can see that the old chair covers (on the right) needed to be replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8omO4zIjRA/Tk6eSanfipI/AAAAAAAAEB4/DPSyFxQx2fU/s1600/IMG_9123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8omO4zIjRA/Tk6eSanfipI/AAAAAAAAEB4/DPSyFxQx2fU/s640/IMG_9123.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked high and low, and&amp;nbsp;for way too long for a fabric for the chair cushions that had some grey and some green.&amp;nbsp; No luck.&amp;nbsp; I did find this outdoor fabric (which I decided was a must&amp;nbsp;in order to easily clean up spills and messes off the chair)&amp;nbsp;that came in black and white or green and white.&amp;nbsp; I opted for the green and white so that I could add a splash of color to my really white kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPWm_XOQEKs/Tk6eYv6H6zI/AAAAAAAAEB8/_z0TY6UidTc/s1600/IMG_9155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kPWm_XOQEKs/Tk6eYv6H6zI/AAAAAAAAEB8/_z0TY6UidTc/s640/IMG_9155.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost immediately after recovering the chairs, I thought we'd made a mistake.  At some times of the day the lighting made the grey on the table and the green on the chairs look awful together.&amp;nbsp; I could have kicked myself.&amp;nbsp; I was this close to going and buying that black and white version of the outdoor fabric and recovering the chairs again when my sister in law helped me realize that I just needed some green and white on the table.&amp;nbsp; Duh!&amp;nbsp; I took a yellow planter I already had, emptied my ivy plant (yes, it's real!) out of it and into a bowl, and then sprayed glossy white paint on the planter, waited for it to dry, put my ivy plant (yes, it's real!) back in it, and...TaDa!&amp;nbsp; Green and white on the table!&amp;nbsp; So my plant looks fake (it's real though, if you didn't know), but I love the white planter much better than the old yellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQOlJaOlKK4/Tk6ekFps0kI/AAAAAAAAECE/CPwJ_0W8th8/s1600/IMG_9298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQOlJaOlKK4/Tk6ekFps0kI/AAAAAAAAECE/CPwJ_0W8th8/s640/IMG_9298.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm loving all the gray, black, green and white&amp;nbsp;together.&amp;nbsp; It looks especially nice with our solid white dishes on the table too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmLG5xfMBkg/Tk6eeYr-otI/AAAAAAAAECA/8r70AhzSMy4/s1600/IMG_9297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmLG5xfMBkg/Tk6eeYr-otI/AAAAAAAAECA/8r70AhzSMy4/s640/IMG_9297.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent a day last week sewing 2 new grocery bags.&amp;nbsp; I love them so much that I don't know if I can promise to only use them as grocery bags.&amp;nbsp; I used washable outdoor fabric so that I can keep the bacteria at bay by using Lysol wipes on them or throwing them in the wash after carrying food in them.&amp;nbsp; The bottom of the bag even has a removable sleeve for cardboard so that you can throw away the card board if it gets wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUPMRkT5YC8/Tk6erX2RhWI/AAAAAAAAECI/I8DLxhH_pAg/s1600/IMG_9308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUPMRkT5YC8/Tk6erX2RhWI/AAAAAAAAECI/I8DLxhH_pAg/s640/IMG_9308.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these bags.&amp;nbsp; I love the details.&amp;nbsp; I love that I learned a couple new (to me) sewing techniques too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://sew4home.com/projects/storage-solutions/780-make-your-own-grocery-bags"&gt;Here is the tutorial&lt;/a&gt; if you want to make your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAyqn7PPa_o/Tk6exW3b3oI/AAAAAAAAECM/tptEJUlPTTo/s1600/IMG_9311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAyqn7PPa_o/Tk6exW3b3oI/AAAAAAAAECM/tptEJUlPTTo/s640/IMG_9311.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7785520300413786240?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7785520300413786240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7785520300413786240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7785520300413786240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7785520300413786240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/table-chairs-planter-and-bags.html' title='Table, Chairs, Planter, and Bags'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0_bUyeIgKk/Tk6d0Ul-8UI/AAAAAAAAEBw/HLLZMQrUh7g/s72-c/IMG_8416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3510102547446914493</id><published>2011-08-17T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:40:20.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I Can't Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember last week when I blogged about Sweet Cheeks finishing up her last week of the summer gymnastics session?&amp;nbsp; Um...yeah...it had only been 9 weeks, not 10.&amp;nbsp; Oops!&amp;nbsp; So, really yesterday was her last day.&amp;nbsp; The parents were invited into the gym to take pictures and cheer on their kids.&amp;nbsp; It was so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual, she used her tongue to concentrate on her&amp;nbsp;flamingo walk on the balance beam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GB6MLNPUx4/TkwAen1QG2I/AAAAAAAAEA0/HaVQy6GhZoc/s1600/IMG_9200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GB6MLNPUx4/TkwAen1QG2I/AAAAAAAAEA0/HaVQy6GhZoc/s640/IMG_9200.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMstB0aHLtQ/TkwAk31tHAI/AAAAAAAAEA4/x8A1m7Kisss/s1600/IMG_9214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMstB0aHLtQ/TkwAk31tHAI/AAAAAAAAEA4/x8A1m7Kisss/s640/IMG_9214.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She couldn't hold herself up like this at the beginning of the summer.&amp;nbsp; She would also stay in this exact stiff-as-a-board position while her teacher, Ms. Sam flipped her around the bar.&amp;nbsp; (Notice the 3 bandaids she had from our walk the other morning when she was trying to become one with the road.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATGckB9_7PQ/TkwAs_KRGPI/AAAAAAAAEA8/SBefONnytFw/s1600/IMG_9236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATGckB9_7PQ/TkwAs_KRGPI/AAAAAAAAEA8/SBefONnytFw/s640/IMG_9236.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now she bends and flips on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSKm6dyTw5s/TkwA2lvvtbI/AAAAAAAAEBA/RhpUGkQL3mU/s1600/IMG_9239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSKm6dyTw5s/TkwA2lvvtbI/AAAAAAAAEBA/RhpUGkQL3mU/s640/IMG_9239.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No she wasn't sticking her tongue out at me.&amp;nbsp; I think she never developed the muscle to hold that thing in her mouth.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jq44D4RyA8/TkwA-0R5pCI/AAAAAAAAEBE/5e0TD9CJfZQ/s1600/IMG_9243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jq44D4RyA8/TkwA-0R5pCI/AAAAAAAAEBE/5e0TD9CJfZQ/s640/IMG_9243.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, a half smile.&amp;nbsp; Stephanie, you better quit wrinkling your nose at me!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAwFWfM-Skc/TkwBGFRcJzI/AAAAAAAAEBI/DfYCDihZ8dU/s1600/IMG_9245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAwFWfM-Skc/TkwBGFRcJzI/AAAAAAAAEBI/DfYCDihZ8dU/s640/IMG_9245.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With assistance, the kids climb up onto the lower bar, reach for the top bar, and then swing out and drop down.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks wouldn't do any of this by herself at the beginning of the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJVyia7wkC4/TkwBOCfmFbI/AAAAAAAAEBM/0bjjDpnCRh4/s1600/IMG_9248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJVyia7wkC4/TkwBOCfmFbI/AAAAAAAAEBM/0bjjDpnCRh4/s640/IMG_9248.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And as you can see, she's gotten brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xvL9ud8-jI/TkwFHa79h_I/AAAAAAAAEBg/8NmvmWkS9jY/s1600/IMG_9249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xvL9ud8-jI/TkwFHa79h_I/AAAAAAAAEBg/8NmvmWkS9jY/s640/IMG_9249.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxDOEOwnGho/TkwBczlbWGI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/x08ainrB6yI/s1600/IMG_9276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxDOEOwnGho/TkwBczlbWGI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/x08ainrB6yI/s640/IMG_9276.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBXgrX_ayNg/TkwBkfMs-RI/AAAAAAAAEBU/p1HR2xgR-xI/s1600/IMG_9278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBXgrX_ayNg/TkwBkfMs-RI/AAAAAAAAEBU/p1HR2xgR-xI/s640/IMG_9278.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There still isn't much bravery on the rope swing.&amp;nbsp; She will swing a little, but not very high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO33ZGC2_VE/TkwBr3b4wdI/AAAAAAAAEBY/yJ4FOLcez0U/s1600/IMG_9257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO33ZGC2_VE/TkwBr3b4wdI/AAAAAAAAEBY/yJ4FOLcez0U/s640/IMG_9257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of class there was a little awards ceremony.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Each kid&amp;nbsp;got an award and a ribbon to hold up while we all clapped for them.&amp;nbsp; I just loved seeing the pride on each of their faces.&amp;nbsp; Too too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz97-WcaInc/TkwByhXmZ_I/AAAAAAAAEBc/BY6e-v3Wldk/s1600/IMG_9265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz97-WcaInc/TkwByhXmZ_I/AAAAAAAAEBc/BY6e-v3Wldk/s640/IMG_9265.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She starts the fall session in 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I told her that she was going to have a new teacher at her next class, Ms. Juli, because Ms. Sam couldn't teach her class anymore since she starts school in a couple weeks.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks asked, "Do you think Ms. Sam will be brave at her school?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she's anything like you, Sweet Cheeks, she will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2366614120890216929-3510102547446914493?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3510102547446914493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3510102547446914493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3510102547446914493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3510102547446914493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/apparently-i-cant-count.html' title='Apparently I Can&apos;t Count'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GB6MLNPUx4/TkwAen1QG2I/AAAAAAAAEA0/HaVQy6GhZoc/s72-c/IMG_9200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3244448062034191804</id><published>2011-08-15T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:12:12.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spent The Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;with 2 awesome girls doing this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGzrIXR88hw/Tkk2ZJ0aSpI/AAAAAAAAEAo/jCLfqqE0Ks8/s1600/0814111415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="510" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGzrIXR88hw/Tkk2ZJ0aSpI/AAAAAAAAEAo/jCLfqqE0Ks8/s640/0814111415.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and looking at this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qSO2Vd-9L8/Tkk2XBx7YcI/AAAAAAAAEAk/zOrIkXObxVA/s1600/0814111413+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qSO2Vd-9L8/Tkk2XBx7YcI/AAAAAAAAEAk/zOrIkXObxVA/s640/0814111413+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That water was amazing.&amp;nbsp; And that picture was taken with my phone, so it doesn't even do it justice!&amp;nbsp; Now that I'm home again I don't want to stop hugging and kissing Sweet Cheeks.&amp;nbsp; Oh and I guess T-Bone too.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3244448062034191804?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3244448062034191804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3244448062034191804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3244448062034191804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3244448062034191804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-spent-weekend.html' title='I Spent The Weekend...'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGzrIXR88hw/Tkk2ZJ0aSpI/AAAAAAAAEAo/jCLfqqE0Ks8/s72-c/0814111415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4459975628817915996</id><published>2011-08-09T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:58:07.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXQ_lDTxw3Y/TkHhFdwPnEI/AAAAAAAAD_8/21T58xrClM0/s1600/IMG_9194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXQ_lDTxw3Y/TkHhFdwPnEI/AAAAAAAAD_8/21T58xrClM0/s640/IMG_9194.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks finished her 10 week summer session of gymnastics today.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe the things she accomplished in 10 weeks.&amp;nbsp; She built her physical muscles, getting stronger each week.&amp;nbsp; That was amazing to see.&amp;nbsp; But the thing we were most proud of was how she responded to her teacher pushing her beyond her comfort zone.&amp;nbsp; She never told her teacher she wouldn't do something, and she always tried her best.&amp;nbsp; She went from scared stiff to strong and confident.&amp;nbsp; We're proud of you&amp;nbsp;sweet girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4459975628817915996?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4459975628817915996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4459975628817915996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4459975628817915996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4459975628817915996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/adios-gymnastics.html' title='Adios Gymnastics'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXQ_lDTxw3Y/TkHhFdwPnEI/AAAAAAAAD_8/21T58xrClM0/s72-c/IMG_9194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7314517632499625943</id><published>2011-08-05T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:11:46.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aladdin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I went to see my oldest niece in her community teens and kids&amp;nbsp;theater production of Aladdin.&amp;nbsp; It was a really cute show.&amp;nbsp; And of course, she was really cute too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgm4418GVOk/TjvrHaeh9JI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/P1qjQXnzc40/s1600/IMG_9161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgm4418GVOk/TjvrHaeh9JI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/P1qjQXnzc40/s400/IMG_9161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CC8ceDoLn8U/TjvrMqVdzLI/AAAAAAAAD_U/z6ClHwycWWY/s1600/IMG_9177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CC8ceDoLn8U/TjvrMqVdzLI/AAAAAAAAD_U/z6ClHwycWWY/s640/IMG_9177.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gaRjTj0f1k/TjqamP9oz_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/zbVy6qC6mIQ/s1600/IMG_9142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gaRjTj0f1k/TjqamP9oz_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/zbVy6qC6mIQ/s640/IMG_9142.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are some conversations we've had lately that I never imagined I would be having with a 3 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dressed up as a ballerina)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Mommy, can you see my boobs?&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;(thank you older cousins for teaching her that!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;You don't even have boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I DO HAVE BOOBS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Taking a bath, she loves how long and straight her hair is when it's wet.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;My hair is sooo long.&amp;nbsp; It comes down to my armpits.&amp;nbsp; Look, I have hairy armpits.&amp;nbsp; Let me see your hairy armpits, Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I don't have hairy armpits!&amp;nbsp; Eww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I like hairy armpits.&amp;nbsp; Do you like hairy armpits, Mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Eww!&amp;nbsp; No I don't like hairy armpits.&amp;nbsp; Gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Cheeks:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I like hairy armpits!&amp;nbsp; I do like them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2366614120890216929-4243754192914599014?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4243754192914599014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4243754192914599014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4243754192914599014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4243754192914599014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/shes-lady.html' title='She&apos;s A Lady'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gaRjTj0f1k/TjqamP9oz_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/zbVy6qC6mIQ/s72-c/IMG_9142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-165518865039687734</id><published>2011-08-03T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:39:36.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Partyin' Partyin' Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone's sister invited us over for dinner last Tuesday night, the night before my birthday, and I walked into a small surprise party and dinner that she and T-Bone had set up for me.&amp;nbsp; I really was surprised.&amp;nbsp; The dinner was complete with princess table cloth, cups, and light-up pin for me to wear.&amp;nbsp; I loved it!&amp;nbsp; My birthday the next day was really nice too.&amp;nbsp; Bojangles bo berry biscuits, chillin' at the pool, and lots of people wishing me a happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As was the case last year, it was difficult for Sweet Cheeks to transition from Mommy's birthday to her own birthday two days later.&amp;nbsp; I would say, "Happy Birthday" to her and she would reply, "Happy Birthday to you, Mommy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We blew up 50 balloons the night before her birthday and filled her bedroom floor with them.&amp;nbsp; That was a fun surprise to wake up to!&amp;nbsp; Actually she woke up crying, because she had a little cold coming on, and so after some mommy loves, she got down on the floor and played with her balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xigLfWBpDlE/TjlBxoRcxSI/AAAAAAAAD9c/2WmSOJo8FBo/s1600/IMG_8830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xigLfWBpDlE/TjlBxoRcxSI/AAAAAAAAD9c/2WmSOJo8FBo/s640/IMG_8830.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had breakfast and then Sweet Cheeks got to open her presents.&amp;nbsp; We got her several small presents this year, knowing that she would love them all in spite of their cost, and that we were paying for a party, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; that she was going to get the hook-up from the rest of our family.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RGrDh9NWAo/TjlB3SOEDCI/AAAAAAAAD9g/flfjwVcj3Ig/s1600/IMG_8842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RGrDh9NWAo/TjlB3SOEDCI/AAAAAAAAD9g/flfjwVcj3Ig/s640/IMG_8842.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The concentration tongue helped her to open her presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alMvOaY08yc/TjlB9wpnssI/AAAAAAAAD9k/wftlZWYZbss/s1600/IMG_8843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alMvOaY08yc/TjlB9wpnssI/AAAAAAAAD9k/wftlZWYZbss/s640/IMG_8843.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*In my best Bob Barker voice*...A new toothpaste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxZqGjLZpv4/TjlCFrHfO9I/AAAAAAAAD9o/O9LXequYsZE/s1600/IMG_8845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxZqGjLZpv4/TjlCFrHfO9I/AAAAAAAAD9o/O9LXequYsZE/s640/IMG_8845.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My good friend from Nashville, Marissa, did it again this year.&amp;nbsp; She is a magician with her knitting needles.&amp;nbsp; Last year it was turtles.&amp;nbsp; This year it was a dino and a dino hat.&amp;nbsp; How cute are they?!&amp;nbsp; I'm a sucker for a thoughtful gift, and she has suckered me right in the last 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXhOHOP7vHM/TjlCNv_GhCI/AAAAAAAAD9s/1o_1vpddTc8/s1600/IMG_8851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXhOHOP7vHM/TjlCNv_GhCI/AAAAAAAAD9s/1o_1vpddTc8/s640/IMG_8851.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister made her the cutest hair clips, which I took video of, but forgot to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone helped me make the party favors for the next day.&amp;nbsp; Fish soap.&amp;nbsp; Are they not the cutest?!&amp;nbsp; I got the idea &lt;a href="http://littlebirdiesecrets.blogspot.com/2008/11/fish-in-bag-soap.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; One thing the directions failed to mention is that you don't want to use the&amp;nbsp;normal size party favor bags.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Go to the cake decorating section and get&amp;nbsp;the really small treat bags.&amp;nbsp; And don't get the kind of bag that has the folded, expandable sides.&amp;nbsp; Think small here.&amp;nbsp; But how cool is it that you just melt glycerin, pour it in the bag, push the fish down into it, stick the bag in a bowl of ice water, the glycerin hardens into a bar of soap, you give it to a kid, they tear away the bag to reveal their bar of fishy soap, and then they're happy for the rest of their bath-taking lives, or until the soap is gone?﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXLHQFstFeE/TjlCSKnwdyI/AAAAAAAAD9w/M09G3_evFHc/s1600/IMG_8858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXLHQFstFeE/TjlCSKnwdyI/AAAAAAAAD9w/M09G3_evFHc/s640/IMG_8858.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana and PawPaw got to our house late Friday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed a birthday dinner at Lonestar complete with huge brownie &amp;amp; ice cream desserts for each of us birthday girls.&amp;nbsp; Then we came home for presents from Nana &amp;amp; PawPaw.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks loves her new princess guitar.&amp;nbsp; She's already a pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLhZHSXTsZM/TjlCYPUrTvI/AAAAAAAAD90/2XKC8z0x7gw/s1600/IMG_8870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLhZHSXTsZM/TjlCYPUrTvI/AAAAAAAAD90/2XKC8z0x7gw/s640/IMG_8870.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening we had Sweet Cheeks' birthday pool party.&amp;nbsp; We got the hook-up from our neighbor, who runs the local country club pool, and rented it to us for our party Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; It was 104 degrees that day, and I bet the water was 85 or 90 degrees.&amp;nbsp; It was not cool, but still better than sitting in the heat of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiIgG-YY_iE/TjlCfsLp8WI/AAAAAAAAD94/37y8eKXqj0U/s1600/IMG_8882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eiIgG-YY_iE/TjlCfsLp8WI/AAAAAAAAD94/37y8eKXqj0U/s640/IMG_8882.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnFi5YGdatM/TjlCnl8EU9I/AAAAAAAAD98/R9JUkzJz-P8/s1600/IMG_8897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnFi5YGdatM/TjlCnl8EU9I/AAAAAAAAD98/R9JUkzJz-P8/s640/IMG_8897.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that skinny dude in the green t-shirt?&amp;nbsp; That's my skinny dad.&amp;nbsp; And he can still swim more than a lap of the pool under water.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK27ohbfdPw/TjlCvZv5dQI/AAAAAAAAD-A/17Sdn6Zo934/s1600/IMG_8904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SK27ohbfdPw/TjlCvZv5dQI/AAAAAAAAD-A/17Sdn6Zo934/s640/IMG_8904.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Cheeks had to take a pool-side Cheetos and Caprisun break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZokFUKBitE/TjlCxLuvFaI/AAAAAAAAD-E/eFdCDuDO0Qc/s1600/IMG_8898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZokFUKBitE/TjlCxLuvFaI/AAAAAAAAD-E/eFdCDuDO0Qc/s640/IMG_8898.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally wanted to do an ice cream sundae party, but then came up with the idea for an ice cream sandwich cake.&amp;nbsp; So easy, and no plates or utensils required!&amp;nbsp; Last year was the doughnut cake, and this year was ice cream sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; I better start thinking of another stackable dessert cake idea for next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWtIKzid5mU/TjlCy8D5SNI/AAAAAAAAD-I/TsXZi2YXqro/s1600/IMG_8914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWtIKzid5mU/TjlCy8D5SNI/AAAAAAAAD-I/TsXZi2YXqro/s640/IMG_8914.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Cheeks loved all of her gifts.&amp;nbsp; She got pretty clothes, Tinkerbell fairies, a princess activity book, a couple dolls, slap bracelets, and the fixins for her princess transformation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaKZsdaEB9g/TjlC3U_knHI/AAAAAAAAD-M/KGuJ-p7eqlA/s1600/IMG_8930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaKZsdaEB9g/TjlC3U_knHI/AAAAAAAAD-M/KGuJ-p7eqlA/s640/IMG_8930.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a pewter (I think?) wand engraved with "princess lyla".&amp;nbsp; She has been casting magic spells on us.&amp;nbsp; "Loopty-do and loopty-do.&amp;nbsp; Turn you in a hula hoop!"&amp;nbsp; I'm not exactly sure, but I think I'm a hula hoop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHzGABlAOvE/TjlC5bu8v3I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/0WBQmn5FHyY/s1600/IMG_8938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHzGABlAOvE/TjlC5bu8v3I/AAAAAAAAD-Q/0WBQmn5FHyY/s640/IMG_8938.JPG" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made it home from the party just minutes before a really bad storm hit us.&amp;nbsp; Good timing, right?&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks took all her presents out of their packages and made her final transformation into Rapunzel.&amp;nbsp; It was her dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tr0PeRLq1RQ/TjlDBxrIbMI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/c_y4Idvbms4/s1600/IMG_8948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tr0PeRLq1RQ/TjlDBxrIbMI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/c_y4Idvbms4/s640/IMG_8948.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a very happy birthday to you, Princess Lyla Sweet Cheeks Rapunzel!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8LXIdTmdsc/TjlDHcRrzyI/AAAAAAAAD-c/RYhjJZvMvZg/s1600/IMG_8956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8LXIdTmdsc/TjlDHcRrzyI/AAAAAAAAD-c/RYhjJZvMvZg/s640/IMG_8956.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-165518865039687734?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/165518865039687734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=165518865039687734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/165518865039687734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/165518865039687734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/08/birthday-partyin-partyin-yeah.html' title='Birthday Partyin&apos; Partyin&apos; Yeah!'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xigLfWBpDlE/TjlBxoRcxSI/AAAAAAAAD9c/2WmSOJo8FBo/s72-c/IMG_8830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7177757627948066401</id><published>2011-07-30T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T06:00:09.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're still praying for T-Bone to find a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the mean time, we're still staying busy with plenty of projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The deck on the back of our house was really nasty.&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize just how nasty it was until we were given some free deck stain and a friend's power washer to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how gray and dirty the dry part of the deck is on the right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdgWvKMsYGY/TjMHnMXfIRI/AAAAAAAAD8I/fCfpAdu08II/s1600/IMG_8768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdgWvKMsYGY/TjMHnMXfIRI/AAAAAAAAD8I/fCfpAdu08II/s640/IMG_8768.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The left side is the power washed side and the right side is the dirty side.&amp;nbsp; I mean that looked like brand new wood after it was washed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zwESFfhWuE/TjMH3DzBdgI/AAAAAAAAD8M/OrzfzOV_ldA/s1600/IMG_8776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zwESFfhWuE/TjMH3DzBdgI/AAAAAAAAD8M/OrzfzOV_ldA/s640/IMG_8776.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T-Bone spent several hours brushing the rails.&amp;nbsp; I spent a couple myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qihDtfUaN8/TjMIHDBI-OI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/zGuaqQEq-xs/s1600/IMG_8781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qihDtfUaN8/TjMIHDBI-OI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/zGuaqQEq-xs/s640/IMG_8781.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We used a sprayer to get the stain on the floor boards, but then had to use the brush to spread it all out.&amp;nbsp; That went really fast, thankfully, because see how we were in a race to get it done&amp;nbsp;before the sun came over the house and would have been beating down on us.&amp;nbsp; That was&amp;nbsp;a 100 degree day,&amp;nbsp;but it was bearable in the shade of the morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMcPupJu2Rc/TjMIYc0oWmI/AAAAAAAAD8U/qT_vIRyfO6Y/s1600/IMG_8822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMcPupJu2Rc/TjMIYc0oWmI/AAAAAAAAD8U/qT_vIRyfO6Y/s640/IMG_8822.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't the color turn out nice?&amp;nbsp; Me likee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ML5YQagAyq8/TjMIocp25NI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/lw1BvFctgsU/s1600/IMG_8865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ML5YQagAyq8/TjMIocp25NI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/lw1BvFctgsU/s640/IMG_8865.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had&amp;nbsp;one of our nieces stay with us last week.&amp;nbsp; I decided to have her help me make a recipe for some liquid hand soap that I had been wanting to make.&amp;nbsp; I had all the ingredients, 1 bar of soap grated, 10 cups of water and 1 Tbsp. liquid glycerin.&amp;nbsp; Um...yeah...I don't know if the soap I used just&amp;nbsp;wasn't the same kind as&amp;nbsp;what the person used that I got the recipe from or what, but it was&amp;nbsp;a BUST.&amp;nbsp; That stuff felt like snot, and I'm sorry, but I don't wash my hands with snot,&amp;nbsp;even if it does smell good and was free!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWHsOK85vB4/TjMJ3dzdmaI/AAAAAAAAD8c/lIo1Frl8ASM/s1600/IMG_8784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWHsOK85vB4/TjMJ3dzdmaI/AAAAAAAAD8c/lIo1Frl8ASM/s640/IMG_8784.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We joined a produce co-op this summer.&amp;nbsp; We pay $10 each week and get a ton of fruits and veggies from the wholesale section of the farmer's market.&amp;nbsp; It was our turn to pick up for everyone last Saturday.&amp;nbsp; While we were there we also got ourselves a bushel of peaches.&amp;nbsp; We didn't feel like canning this year, so we froze them.&amp;nbsp; We ended up&amp;nbsp;with 12 quart size bags of peeled, sliced peaches.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCDhcTjpc90/TjMKGzp_qSI/AAAAAAAAD8g/02-QBpDVXhc/s1600/IMG_8787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCDhcTjpc90/TjMKGzp_qSI/AAAAAAAAD8g/02-QBpDVXhc/s640/IMG_8787.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our dishwasher stopped working a few days ago, and that thing was a beast anyway.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;had to yell to hear each&amp;nbsp;other when it was running.&amp;nbsp; Our landlord bought us a new one, and T-Bone installed it yesterday (with the help of his handy flashlight holder).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mj_xIYrcaLU/TjMKSWHtTdI/AAAAAAAAD8k/9PAS7LsMg-Y/s1600/IMG_8823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mj_xIYrcaLU/TjMKSWHtTdI/AAAAAAAAD8k/9PAS7LsMg-Y/s640/IMG_8823.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got the fabric to recover the kitchen chairs with.&amp;nbsp; So, maybe that will be my next project...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7177757627948066401?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7177757627948066401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7177757627948066401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7177757627948066401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7177757627948066401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/latest-projects.html' title='Latest Projects'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdgWvKMsYGY/TjMHnMXfIRI/AAAAAAAAD8I/fCfpAdu08II/s72-c/IMG_8768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3264164420031205475</id><published>2011-07-29T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:50:49.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Turns 3 Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know she's not technically a baby, but she's still my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three years old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time goes by too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good thing we have eternity together.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7C1J5E3tW0/TjI7uNfLZ6I/AAAAAAAAD7s/f6Ah0ft2pd8/s1600/IMG_8800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7C1J5E3tW0/TjI7uNfLZ6I/AAAAAAAAD7s/f6Ah0ft2pd8/s640/IMG_8800.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnlJ3I6YGs8/TjI7yeRL_oI/AAAAAAAAD7w/FA2B-p1tR44/s1600/IMG_8816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnlJ3I6YGs8/TjI7yeRL_oI/AAAAAAAAD7w/FA2B-p1tR44/s640/IMG_8816.JPG" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3264164420031205475?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3264164420031205475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3264164420031205475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3264164420031205475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3264164420031205475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-baby-turns-3-today.html' title='Our Baby Turns 3 Today'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7C1J5E3tW0/TjI7uNfLZ6I/AAAAAAAAD7s/f6Ah0ft2pd8/s72-c/IMG_8800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-666962683700146164</id><published>2011-07-24T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:02:59.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know that Cautious is Sweet Cheeks' middle name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She doesn't have a dare devil bone in her body, which is nice a lot of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then when we want her to do things like jump off the side of the pool to us&amp;nbsp;or even just bob her head under water...forget it!&amp;nbsp; We've forced her to do certain things so she can see how fun they are, but she never thinks it's fun.&amp;nbsp; No amount of bribery works either.&amp;nbsp; It's just going to take time I guess.&amp;nbsp; Oh and watching other kids do stuff, because she does eventually want to jump off the diving board like the other kids as long as her head doesn't go under water.&amp;nbsp; What's weird is that the girl will hang out under the water slide with water dumping on her head, but try to get her to dunk her head under the surface of the water, and you're committing a real crime.&amp;nbsp; Funny kid!&amp;nbsp; Hey, at least I don't have to worry about her hurting herself 99% of the time.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak3mIIW2s0A/Tiyw5MUP54I/AAAAAAAAD7A/7myp0H4Eyms/s1600/IMG_8760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak3mIIW2s0A/Tiyw5MUP54I/AAAAAAAAD7A/7myp0H4Eyms/s640/IMG_8760.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qphVihhd3U/TidBprA3GbI/AAAAAAAAD6U/YSpybHJy8l4/s1600/IMG_8677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qphVihhd3U/TidBprA3GbI/AAAAAAAAD6U/YSpybHJy8l4/s640/IMG_8677.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to a minor league baseball game the other night with some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks had a great time until I told her on the way to the bathroom that after she went potty we would go see the mascot.&amp;nbsp; Um, yeah she was terrified the entire time we were in the bathroom that the mascot was going to come in there and get her.&amp;nbsp; That was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the potty fight I still had her go up to the mascot and get him to sign her baseball glove.&amp;nbsp; She wouldn't even high-five him.&amp;nbsp; She just clung to me for dear life.&amp;nbsp; We took our signed baseball glove and baseball park food back to our seats, she danced and cheered with her friends, and forgot all about the possibility of a giant catfish getting her.&amp;nbsp; The game was a blowout.&amp;nbsp; Our boys won 12-2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmz-opt3Pyw/TidGPEUYhMI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/jTaannGIM7Y/s1600/IMG_8712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmz-opt3Pyw/TidGPEUYhMI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/jTaannGIM7Y/s640/IMG_8712.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkpiAxqWeRk/TidGW568iHI/AAAAAAAAD6c/Uxd8bK1YOsU/s1600/IMG_8719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkpiAxqWeRk/TidGW568iHI/AAAAAAAAD6c/Uxd8bK1YOsU/s640/IMG_8719.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTglDQQRsuA/TiMmdyiQ8sI/AAAAAAAAD5I/RKFJ5LEr_SM/s1600/IMG_8680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTglDQQRsuA/TiMmdyiQ8sI/AAAAAAAAD5I/RKFJ5LEr_SM/s640/IMG_8680.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-3469630356002716971?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3469630356002716971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3469630356002716971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3469630356002716971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3469630356002716971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-not-about-money-money-money.html' title='It&apos;s Not About the Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTglDQQRsuA/TiMmdyiQ8sI/AAAAAAAAD5I/RKFJ5LEr_SM/s72-c/IMG_8680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6458899667849174781</id><published>2011-07-16T14:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T14:57:00.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Sweet Cheeks loves to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have to sing 2 songs of her choice every night at bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She opens her hymn book during our church service and "sings" the hymns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to sing "How Much Is That Doggy In The Window", "Old McDonald", "I Had A Little Rooster", and "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" while her PawPaw plays guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There must be music playing in the truck.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes she asks for "Lala's songs" and other times she asks for "Mommy, Daddy, and Lala's songs".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She even listens to the words to the songs on the radio, as scary as that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll ask me what something is if she doesn't know the word they just said in the song, for instance "beer".&amp;nbsp; HaHa!&amp;nbsp; Oh, there are going to be some fun times ahead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her favorite is Tay-wah Ift.  (&lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a video I spliced together of her singing "Mean".&amp;nbsp; The first segment was 3 weeks ago at my sister-in-law's house after she had just learned the chorus.&amp;nbsp; She asks to listen to the song multiple times a day, and you can see in the second segment that she knows it better now.&amp;nbsp; Oh it makes me laugh everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ehmv_ObXlnk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehmv_ObXlnk?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehmv_ObXlnk?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is her putting her Woody doll to bed.&amp;nbsp; What a good mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/wtVv4kKi4P0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVv4kKi4P0?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVv4kKi4P0?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6458899667849174781?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6458899667849174781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6458899667849174781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6458899667849174781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6458899667849174781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/singer.html' title='Singer'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-3057429544086973014</id><published>2011-07-15T14:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:26:01.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a road trip with T-Bone's sister and her daughter down to my mom and stepdad's house at the beach last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late Nights Playing Rummikub and Nertz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too Much Dessert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Lots of Love and Laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/uqrL4Ju6W3g/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqrL4Ju6W3g?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqrL4Ju6W3g?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How spoiled are these 3?&amp;nbsp; They are each watching a different movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11IJ_JK1KAs/Th82TNFj1II/AAAAAAAAD3I/hEsz97tXL_Q/s1600/IMG_8622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11IJ_JK1KAs/Th82TNFj1II/AAAAAAAAD3I/hEsz97tXL_Q/s640/IMG_8622.JPG" width="640" /&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/2366614120890216929-3057429544086973014?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/3057429544086973014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=3057429544086973014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3057429544086973014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/3057429544086973014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/beach-trippin.html' title='Beach Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Dr3i892r_I/Th81w3gZ2rI/AAAAAAAAD20/QPbz5a8fr8Q/s72-c/IMG_8521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2316825462499462346</id><published>2011-07-14T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:24:45.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks is doing really well in her gymnastics class.&amp;nbsp; She just finished her 5th week and has 5 more to go for the summer session.&amp;nbsp; The pictures are from her last 2 classes.&amp;nbsp; Almost all of the pictures are taken through the window of the waiting area, so there's a glare.&amp;nbsp; For the pictures taken without a glare, I snuck right inside the gym door.&amp;nbsp; I completely ignored the sign on the door to the gym telling the parents to stay out so that they aren't a distraction to their kid.&amp;nbsp; I thought I was being so sly.&amp;nbsp; The second time I&amp;nbsp;snuck in to take pictures Sweet Cheeks saw me and started waving across the room.&amp;nbsp; Busted!&amp;nbsp; I hurried out as fast as I could and I haven't broken the rules since.&amp;nbsp; Bad mommy!&amp;nbsp; But I mean really, don't those people get that I need pictures of my kid for the blog?&amp;nbsp; HaHa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acfcd0237eeac04b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacfcd0237eeac04b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E30B7F78FE29E503D29C2766D2E8E22A47DC0F1.2DE6F9A53353D6672A038B9DABF5C22F82A99F9D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacfcd0237eeac04b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De35VAQA3hwzhDi3hXQobb2aW0zA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacfcd0237eeac04b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E30B7F78FE29E503D29C2766D2E8E22A47DC0F1.2DE6F9A53353D6672A038B9DABF5C22F82A99F9D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacfcd0237eeac04b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De35VAQA3hwzhDi3hXQobb2aW0zA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the forward roll down the wedge mat that she never would do for me, but does it for her teacher every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oo2pAdaf3B0/Th8qPWsWQ7I/AAAAAAAAD2w/4eI65xD356I/s1600/2011_06_28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oo2pAdaf3B0/Th8qPWsWQ7I/AAAAAAAAD2w/4eI65xD356I/s640/2011_06_28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting stronger with every class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwcERwSF0Rw/Th8n1P__ndI/AAAAAAAAD2I/IpOQn5Zt2L0/s1600/IMG_8363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwcERwSF0Rw/Th8n1P__ndI/AAAAAAAAD2I/IpOQn5Zt2L0/s640/IMG_8363.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Like I've mentioned before, we are renting, so we haven't painted the walls.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of a bummer living with boring old builder's paint on the walls, so I've tried to add color where I can.&amp;nbsp; I've got more plans to keep coloring up our place too.&amp;nbsp; We gotta get some life up in here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sold all of our living room furniture a couple years ago while we were living the nomad life.  That meant we had to come up with some new (to us) stuff.  I had an idea of what I wanted, and I found it on the IKEA website, but thought I would check craigslist first.  Somehow we managed to get exactly what we wanted: a barely used chair, love seat and couch all from the same line of furniture.  The crazy part is that all three pieces are less than a year old and they were all three from different sellers and they were all being sold for 1/2 of the original price.  That's a deal right there.  Before you judge my choice of having white furniture, ﻿just know that the whole reason I wanted this line of furniture is because all of the covers come off and are machine washable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDiSGzF_Mgs/ThT0FSJqUdI/AAAAAAAAD0c/Cb-Ld3yfYQE/s1600/IMG_8420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDiSGzF_Mgs/ThT0FSJqUdI/AAAAAAAAD0c/Cb-Ld3yfYQE/s640/IMG_8420.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See why I wanted to add color inside the house?&amp;nbsp; Boring walls with gray and white furniture.&amp;nbsp; So, I busted out a stack of coordinating 1/2 yard cuts of fabric that I had and recovered 5 pillows I already had for the living room.&amp;nbsp; I've got a real thing for gray, white, black, turquoise and grellow (green/yellow) right now.&amp;nbsp; One of the pillows was already black, so I made some tattered flowers and sewed those to the pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AaPqGZi01Q/ThT2z12nXmI/AAAAAAAAD0g/FhHIoTlgIe8/s1600/IMG_8459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AaPqGZi01Q/ThT2z12nXmI/AAAAAAAAD0g/FhHIoTlgIe8/s640/IMG_8459.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The colors in this picture aren't as true to life as the one above, but it gives you a better size perspective.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyy66kvIWgY/ThT24NmYtyI/AAAAAAAAD0k/I4n7sP5LCmk/s1600/IMG_8462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyy66kvIWgY/ThT24NmYtyI/AAAAAAAAD0k/I4n7sP5LCmk/s640/IMG_8462.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close-up of the tattered flowers I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUJHO8EyhOc/ThZCiDnPgzI/AAAAAAAAD2E/K-8AqH0qvu8/s1600/IMG_8458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUJHO8EyhOc/ThZCiDnPgzI/AAAAAAAAD2E/K-8AqH0qvu8/s640/IMG_8458.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the mantel we spray painted a dark metallic framed mirror that we've had since early in our marriage.&amp;nbsp; It's a glossy white now.&amp;nbsp; We had the picture, the shells (from&amp;nbsp;our time living at the beach)&amp;nbsp;and the glass pieces already.&amp;nbsp; I bought the bamboo (it's real) and the candles &amp;amp; candle holders at IKEA when we were there in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FL3DnzAzH6w/ThT4xf5PpwI/AAAAAAAAD0o/QIZAhjM_Xcs/s1600/IMG_8406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FL3DnzAzH6w/ThT4xf5PpwI/AAAAAAAAD0o/QIZAhjM_Xcs/s640/IMG_8406.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xm5_23gyNmU/ThT41ZhQ5EI/AAAAAAAAD0s/_WHwc8nES3c/s1600/IMG_8407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xm5_23gyNmU/ThT41ZhQ5EI/AAAAAAAAD0s/_WHwc8nES3c/s640/IMG_8407.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, our fireplace is in the weirdest possible place for trying to decorate: on the corner of a wall.&amp;nbsp; Around the corner, and going into the dining/kitchen area, I put up a fabric covered board to hold pictures, invitations, and mementos that we want to see, but maybe not frame and hang up.&amp;nbsp; That board was in Sweet Cheeks' original nursery above her dresser when we lived in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rUtSgqVroU/ThT45zAeA_I/AAAAAAAAD0w/9uM93_cGuAY/s1600/IMG_8408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rUtSgqVroU/ThT45zAeA_I/AAAAAAAAD0w/9uM93_cGuAY/s640/IMG_8408.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the other side of the dining/kitchen area is absolute my favorite thing in our home.&amp;nbsp; It has so much meaning and it's easy to lose track of time when I find myself staring at it.&amp;nbsp; I call it our gallery.&amp;nbsp; We took frames that we already had, picked up a few at IKEA, and a bunch at Goodwill, and then spray painted them all glossy white.&amp;nbsp; There are all different sizes and textures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBBWmzTYkr8/ThT7DA-0vBI/AAAAAAAAD00/pJel2SkLmaM/s1600/IMG_8392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBBWmzTYkr8/ThT7DA-0vBI/AAAAAAAAD00/pJel2SkLmaM/s640/IMG_8392.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This display case was one of my Goodwill finds for $1.50.&amp;nbsp; It's filled with all the sand dollars we found while we lived at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c95RBv_Hvzk/ThT7H4a9EbI/AAAAAAAAD04/C8siRw7p6G4/s1600/IMG_8398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c95RBv_Hvzk/ThT7H4a9EbI/AAAAAAAAD04/C8siRw7p6G4/s640/IMG_8398.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These medallions are from the half marathon we ran when we lived in Auburn, Alabama.&amp;nbsp; These are special, because I will never ever be crazy enough to attempt that again.&amp;nbsp; Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teo_ZGTPLNM/ThT7L2En30I/AAAAAAAAD08/PLMngdHKYx0/s1600/IMG_8399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teo_ZGTPLNM/ThT7L2En30I/AAAAAAAAD08/PLMngdHKYx0/s640/IMG_8399.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a napkin from our wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pv9kif2WnBs/ThT7RShtL6I/AAAAAAAAD1A/jCEs4GWNo8Y/s1600/IMG_8400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pv9kif2WnBs/ThT7RShtL6I/AAAAAAAAD1A/jCEs4GWNo8Y/s640/IMG_8400.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from&amp;nbsp;our trip to Hawaii back in 2002.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;hearts in the frame used to be pink.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for white paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTvW-r_Qk6Q/ThT7WwjwFHI/AAAAAAAAD1E/gFM2HuZ4NOc/s1600/IMG_8401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTvW-r_Qk6Q/ThT7WwjwFHI/AAAAAAAAD1E/gFM2HuZ4NOc/s640/IMG_8401.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Q was purchased in Nashville at Hobby Lobby on the clearance rack, because really how many people want to buy the letter Q?&amp;nbsp; It used to be a rust color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9EtltwmQHg/ThT7aRWd3tI/AAAAAAAAD1I/TiFKNrrO334/s1600/IMG_8402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9EtltwmQHg/ThT7aRWd3tI/AAAAAAAAD1I/TiFKNrrO334/s640/IMG_8402.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great metallic frame that we've had for years, but I love the texture even more now that it's white.&amp;nbsp; And of course that's my favorite picture ever of me and Sweet Cheeks.&amp;nbsp; She was 5 days old and I was still feeling my long-time "I want to be a mommy" broken heart healing with each second she spent laying with her heart pressed to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6KNe964Hes/ThT7e1yuY6I/AAAAAAAAD1M/iib38Lv4JFo/s1600/IMG_8404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6KNe964Hes/ThT7e1yuY6I/AAAAAAAAD1M/iib38Lv4JFo/s640/IMG_8404.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a straight-on view from the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; The chandelier is hideous, but I'm dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9G4vsjDGsc/ThT7mzzArsI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/eH1kQHQORC4/s1600/IMG_8397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9G4vsjDGsc/ThT7mzzArsI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/eH1kQHQORC4/s640/IMG_8397.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't have to do much to the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; This is what it looked like when we moved in.&amp;nbsp; Can you say WHITE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24wrHfav-sw/ThUApPOOwlI/AAAAAAAAD1U/fxHl2RynI0o/s1600/DSCF2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24wrHfav-sw/ThUApPOOwlI/AAAAAAAAD1U/fxHl2RynI0o/s640/DSCF2191.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only things I would change would be a new counter and the brass knobs.  Lucky for us, T-Bone's brother that installs cabinets had a box of brushed nickel knobs that he just gave us, so we switched those out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I put some&amp;nbsp;chalk board vinyl labels on these jars, and used some of Sweet Cheeks' chalk to write on them.&amp;nbsp; They sit next to the stove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyvB2Kcocsg/ThUBQ_Qh68I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/qt03rocZPiQ/s1600/IMG_8409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyvB2Kcocsg/ThUBQ_Qh68I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/qt03rocZPiQ/s640/IMG_8409.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not showing a new picture of the entire kitchen, because I'm still working on it.&amp;nbsp; I just ordered swatches of fabric from an online fabric store to see if that's what I want to use for the small valances I&amp;nbsp;plan to make for the windows and&amp;nbsp;for recovering the dining room chairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T-Bone currently has the table out in his shed getting it's makeover.&amp;nbsp; It got water damage from a leaky&amp;nbsp;AC duct&amp;nbsp;while it was in his parent's garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJUUHi76_NM/ThUDBssMYeI/AAAAAAAAD1g/UB5BgCLv1jg/s1600/IMG_8416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJUUHi76_NM/ThUDBssMYeI/AAAAAAAAD1g/UB5BgCLv1jg/s640/IMG_8416.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were given this rocking chair in Alabama when some friends couldn't fit it in their moving truck.&amp;nbsp; It's going to get some glossy black paint and live in the corner in the living room for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_vbhdt-siw/ThUDs-x-qsI/AAAAAAAAD1k/pA0dmzVZ6hk/s1600/IMG_8413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_vbhdt-siw/ThUDs-x-qsI/AAAAAAAAD1k/pA0dmzVZ6hk/s640/IMG_8413.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We haven't done much to the master bedroom &amp;amp; bathroom.&amp;nbsp; We hung a few pictures, and then did this small display over the tall dresser.&amp;nbsp; We made this picture back before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It's decoupaged onto mdf that we painted black.&amp;nbsp; That is&amp;nbsp;the temple&amp;nbsp;we were married in.&amp;nbsp; I still need to buy a candle for the yellow stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcl2_WbtDe8/ThY_rhCYWbI/AAAAAAAAD14/ZdPqThPIW9w/s1600/IMG_8491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcl2_WbtDe8/ThY_rhCYWbI/AAAAAAAAD14/ZdPqThPIW9w/s640/IMG_8491.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In our bathroom we hung this candle holder thing (that's the official name for it) above the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oX_9gNwkMTE/ThZAcKbBBwI/AAAAAAAAD18/SdL_vEs0pns/s1600/IMG_8497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oX_9gNwkMTE/ThZAcKbBBwI/AAAAAAAAD18/SdL_vEs0pns/s640/IMG_8497.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't stand taking baths, Sweet Cheeks takes advantage of the candle holder thing and uses it for romantic baths with her My Little Ponies and other tub toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBnM26HP3K0/ThZAg6CwlDI/AAAAAAAAD2A/IWE2Izf1suY/s1600/IMG_8496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBnM26HP3K0/ThZAg6CwlDI/AAAAAAAAD2A/IWE2Izf1suY/s640/IMG_8496.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our office is pretty boring.&amp;nbsp; No pictures of it, but we've got 2 matching desks, book cases, and a table for my sewing.&amp;nbsp; It's functional and all the furniture and picture frames&amp;nbsp;are black.&amp;nbsp; It's got a great closet too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the small hall between the office and Sweet Cheeks' bedroom I've got a closet full of her "school time" stuff and other crafty things that she and I do together.&amp;nbsp; I hung this cork board for her to hang whatever she wants on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PBDqs3Yv4Y4/ThYnc7fq5JI/AAAAAAAAD10/wcXAARZN1xA/s1600/IMG_8487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PBDqs3Yv4Y4/ThYnc7fq5JI/AAAAAAAAD10/wcXAARZN1xA/s640/IMG_8487.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not completely done in her room, so I didn't take pictures of everything.&amp;nbsp; But we did make these clip rails for her to hang pictures on.&amp;nbsp; They are 8 ft. long 1"x2" boards that we glued mini clothes pins to and then painted it all white.&amp;nbsp; For her name, I used black scrapbook size card stock that I already had and then printed the letters on white card stock and trimmed it to size.&amp;nbsp; The ribbon banner was from a friend who threw me a baby shower and used that as a decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdrFXlVLjpw/ThUFDvLFTTI/AAAAAAAAD1s/kcWOec3uEYc/s1600/IMG_8411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdrFXlVLjpw/ThUFDvLFTTI/AAAAAAAAD1s/kcWOec3uEYc/s640/IMG_8411.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're still working, so expect more updates as we get em done.&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/2366614120890216929-14667175836908545?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/14667175836908545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=14667175836908545' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/14667175836908545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/14667175836908545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/weve-been-busy-inside.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Busy Inside'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDiSGzF_Mgs/ThT0FSJqUdI/AAAAAAAAD0c/Cb-Ld3yfYQE/s72-c/IMG_8420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-117637519293323007</id><published>2011-07-05T08:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:01:06.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Closer Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pM32VIonlmg/ThMEn_zZ3hI/AAAAAAAAD0U/E70RLmYbRXQ/s1600/2011_06_25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pM32VIonlmg/ThMEn_zZ3hI/AAAAAAAAD0U/E70RLmYbRXQ/s640/2011_06_25.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last weekend of June we went to see these 2 lovely long-haired guys in concert, Jake Owen and Keith Urban.&amp;nbsp; We had not been to a concert together since we moved away from Nashville in 2009, so it was a good night with good music.&amp;nbsp; We miss you Nashville!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsZwrcIih7g/ThMEuAcq52I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/fVP_wDvV2qc/s1600/2011_06_25-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsZwrcIih7g/ThMEuAcq52I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/fVP_wDvV2qc/s640/2011_06_25-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-117637519293323007?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/117637519293323007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=117637519293323007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/117637519293323007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/117637519293323007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-closer-tour.html' title='Get Closer Tour'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pM32VIonlmg/ThMEn_zZ3hI/AAAAAAAAD0U/E70RLmYbRXQ/s72-c/2011_06_25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-5533601624564849892</id><published>2011-07-04T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:53:48.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks models the shirt I made for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ACGq-c2wDk/ThILEIURSmI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/FVSlUjBjNkU/s1600/IMG_8474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ACGq-c2wDk/ThILEIURSmI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/FVSlUjBjNkU/s640/IMG_8474.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to all the men and women who have served, and those who presently serve our country and make this such a great place to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless America!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-5533601624564849892?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/5533601624564849892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=5533601624564849892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5533601624564849892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/5533601624564849892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-july-4th.html' title='Happy July 4th'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ACGq-c2wDk/ThILEIURSmI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/FVSlUjBjNkU/s72-c/IMG_8474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2627067813745118783</id><published>2011-07-01T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T06:00:15.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Busy Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since moving in on April 15th, we've worked on project after project to get the house like we want it.&amp;nbsp; We still have a long way to go, but it's been rewarding so far.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we're renting, but we do plan to buy it at some point, so that's why we're making it look like we want.&amp;nbsp; The house sits on an acre of land, and guess how many trees there are?&amp;nbsp; Zero.&amp;nbsp; So, if we do buy it, we'll be planting trees for sure.&amp;nbsp; Our neighbors have tons of trees, but our lot doesn't.&amp;nbsp; Boo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the outside of the house before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWI3aLvORt8/TgzRywwFMnI/AAAAAAAADzU/iVyxM3rHS0A/s1600/DSCF2184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWI3aLvORt8/TgzRywwFMnI/AAAAAAAADzU/iVyxM3rHS0A/s640/DSCF2184.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here is the outside of the house now.&amp;nbsp; We'd like to add rocking chairs at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8D4KMfSyhs/TgzSbI6rhEI/AAAAAAAADzY/hlfo_zrj4fc/s1600/IMG_8427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8D4KMfSyhs/TgzSbI6rhEI/AAAAAAAADzY/hlfo_zrj4fc/s640/IMG_8427.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really love red, white and blue in the summer, because I'm kind of patriotic like that.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYQMuIRK8Xk/TgzSuFZ5SqI/AAAAAAAADzc/AaIgu9AC42s/s1600/IMG_8244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYQMuIRK8Xk/TgzSuFZ5SqI/AAAAAAAADzc/AaIgu9AC42s/s640/IMG_8244.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SBWbNkepqg/TgzTG2dGGpI/AAAAAAAADzg/iXL29X_-Vzw/s1600/IMG_8256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SBWbNkepqg/TgzTG2dGGpI/AAAAAAAADzg/iXL29X_-Vzw/s640/IMG_8256.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5d_tmCh74mE/TgzTMCLLScI/AAAAAAAADzk/X-ByOgaAmEk/s1600/IMG_8257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5d_tmCh74mE/TgzTMCLLScI/AAAAAAAADzk/X-ByOgaAmEk/s640/IMG_8257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Bone trimmed the heck out of the bushes.&amp;nbsp; Look back at the "before" picture to see how over-grown they were.&amp;nbsp; He also dug out a clean edge between the grass and mulch area, cleaned out all the junk and debris from around the bushes, laid down newspaper as a weed blocker, and then put down mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b54UZO6vbXw/TgzTYAz8cII/AAAAAAAADzo/BrUGqe2u_n4/s1600/IMG_8247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b54UZO6vbXw/TgzTYAz8cII/AAAAAAAADzo/BrUGqe2u_n4/s640/IMG_8247.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take pictures of the sidewalk and long driveway, but he edged those up really nice so there are&amp;nbsp;no weeds or grass hanging over anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few things we did weren't our first choice, but we're trying to be frugal during T-Bone's job change, and we need our home to be functional at the same time.&amp;nbsp; So, first we don't have a garage to keep lawn care stuff, tools, our freezer, etc., so we had to get creative.&amp;nbsp; We put our freezer in the laundry room where the dryer would normally go.&amp;nbsp; We bought a barely-used washing machine off craigslist, and it sits next to the freezer, and works perfectly.&amp;nbsp; At some point we plan to pay cash for a new stackable washer/dryer.&amp;nbsp; In the mean time, I'm drying our clothes inside on drying racks and hangers, and I'm drying our towels, sheets, and blankets outside on the clothesline T-Bone put up.&amp;nbsp; I just add a little fabric softener&amp;nbsp;to keep everything soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt41EeDOhL0/Tgzdcl0sBGI/AAAAAAAADz8/aw30FcDXRAw/s1600/IMG_7381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt41EeDOhL0/Tgzdcl0sBGI/AAAAAAAADz8/aw30FcDXRAw/s640/IMG_7381.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4FBUhE0OL0/TgzXDjNeKaI/AAAAAAAADzs/KIxsX1Odkjo/s1600/IMG_8252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4FBUhE0OL0/TgzXDjNeKaI/AAAAAAAADzs/KIxsX1Odkjo/s640/IMG_8252.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We built a metal shed.&amp;nbsp; And by "we" I really mean "we".&amp;nbsp; It was a miserable 95 degrees that day and it took us all day to sweat our brains out and get it up.&amp;nbsp; And like I said earlier, metal wasn't our first choice, but it fit our budget and it works, so there ya go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hzErqTYdlj8/TgzYJKvg6mI/AAAAAAAADzw/StPYZfYNz3U/s1600/IMG_8248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hzErqTYdlj8/TgzYJKvg6mI/AAAAAAAADzw/StPYZfYNz3U/s640/IMG_8248.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;T-Bone built a 4'x4' garden box.&amp;nbsp; We've&amp;nbsp;planted 3 tomato plants and a hot pepper plant that just finished giving us hot peppers, and so we&amp;nbsp;replaced it with&amp;nbsp;a sweet potato plant to harvest in the fall.&amp;nbsp; We plan to add&amp;nbsp;5 more garden boxes this fall to have&amp;nbsp;for next spring.&amp;nbsp; We keep an empty&amp;nbsp;ice-cream bucket in the kitchen for all of our produce scraps, and then take it out to the compost pile every night.&amp;nbsp; We're getting a pretty good compost pile going that we'll use next spring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Due to some recent storms, and the weight of our tomato plants, they had to be reinforced with those orange ties your see.&amp;nbsp; The chicken wire is to keep the neighbor's darn cat from using our garden as a litter box.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbvodUtZOS4/TgzcHwfC3EI/AAAAAAAADz0/4OIe-Ci9130/s1600/IMG_8251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbvodUtZOS4/TgzcHwfC3EI/AAAAAAAADz0/4OIe-Ci9130/s640/IMG_8251.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basil on the deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy2Xgyyk_cA/TgzcPfyIS3I/AAAAAAAADz4/ErHo9z7pLJg/s1600/IMG_8253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy2Xgyyk_cA/TgzcPfyIS3I/AAAAAAAADz4/ErHo9z7pLJg/s640/IMG_8253.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While we're working outside, Sweet Cheeks stays busy too with all of her hand-me-down toys.&amp;nbsp; She really got the hook up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moMaLcTr0oo/TgzfOd8ZPuI/AAAAAAAAD0A/j2aAm3tJ_oE/s1600/IMG_7998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moMaLcTr0oo/TgzfOd8ZPuI/AAAAAAAAD0A/j2aAm3tJ_oE/s640/IMG_7998.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9p3quD1kxYo/TgzfUazim5I/AAAAAAAAD0E/gq-W4GjQ9Go/s1600/IMG_8429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9p3quD1kxYo/TgzfUazim5I/AAAAAAAAD0E/gq-W4GjQ9Go/s640/IMG_8429.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeep needs a new battery, but I'm kind of happy about how slow it goes right now.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTUTTzDjuM0/TgzffxhaIAI/AAAAAAAAD0I/cb-xG-enydA/s1600/IMG_8430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTUTTzDjuM0/TgzffxhaIAI/AAAAAAAAD0I/cb-xG-enydA/s640/IMG_8430.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids love using the sidewalk chalk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIt3KrFHoIY/TgzgmmSonzI/AAAAAAAAD0M/gHDT23vHULM/s1600/IMG_8081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIt3KrFHoIY/TgzgmmSonzI/AAAAAAAAD0M/gHDT23vHULM/s640/IMG_8081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it right now for the outside of the house.&amp;nbsp; Next up: Inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2627067813745118783?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2627067813745118783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2627067813745118783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2627067813745118783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2627067813745118783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/07/weve-been-busy-outside.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Busy Outside'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWI3aLvORt8/TgzRywwFMnI/AAAAAAAADzU/iVyxM3rHS0A/s72-c/DSCF2184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-4073943085223848993</id><published>2011-06-30T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:36:42.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Tomato Tart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I've shared this recipe before, but it really is our favorite summer dinner recipe and pretty much the whole reason that we grow tomatoes and basil.&amp;nbsp; You might as well not make much else&amp;nbsp;to go with with it, because you're gonna want to eat the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to work on my food-picture-taking skills.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SsqakaqWh8/TgzK0-MOppI/AAAAAAAADzM/AFWd9ylSpXs/s1600/IMG_8422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SsqakaqWh8/TgzK0-MOppI/AAAAAAAADzM/AFWd9ylSpXs/s400/IMG_8422.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fresh Tomato Tart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 Refrigerated Pie Crust thawed at room temp. for 10-15 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 Cups Mozzarella Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 Tbsp. Fresh Chopped Basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3-4 Medium Tomatoes Sliced (peeling is optional, but we like it better peeled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 1/2 Tbsp. Olive Oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Salt &amp;amp; Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Move your oven rack to the lowest level and preheat oven to 400 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Roll the pie crust out into your pie plate and either trim the edges or fold them over and press them down.&amp;nbsp; Prick the pie crust bottom and sides with a fork to prevent air bubbles during baking.&amp;nbsp; Bake pie crust for 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Place&amp;nbsp;cheese in bottom of pie crust and sprinkle with 2 Tbsp. of basil.&amp;nbsp; Arrange the tomato slices to&amp;nbsp;fill the remainder of the pie crust.&amp;nbsp; Next brush the olive oil on the tomatoes, and then sprinkle with salt and pepper.&amp;nbsp; Place pie pan on a baking sheet and bake on lowest level rack for 35-40 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Remove from oven, sprinkle with remaining tbsp. of basil,&amp;nbsp;and let cool for 10 minutes before serving.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-4073943085223848993?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/4073943085223848993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=4073943085223848993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4073943085223848993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/4073943085223848993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/fresh-tomato-tart.html' title='Fresh Tomato Tart'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SsqakaqWh8/TgzK0-MOppI/AAAAAAAADzM/AFWd9ylSpXs/s72-c/IMG_8422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2225197777197921357</id><published>2011-06-28T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:10:04.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Shirts &amp; Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made 5 of these shirts last week.&amp;nbsp; They're so cute I can hardly stand it!&amp;nbsp; I got the idea &lt;a href="http://www.makeit-loveit.com/2010/06/4th-of-july-shirts.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Once again, the project took more time than I thought it would.&amp;nbsp; I used an old t-shirt for the ruffled stripes so that I didn't have to worry about the red bleeding onto the white shirt when it was washed.&amp;nbsp; I washed the blue fabric that I've had since at least 1996,&amp;nbsp;before I used it too.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; So, the only things I had to buy for this project were the shirts and the star buttons, which made for an inexpensive, but thoughtful gift.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svyJxuihOas/TgoVdrG2ldI/AAAAAAAADy4/BtNEN1T1v5c/s1600/IMG_8103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svyJxuihOas/TgoVdrG2ldI/AAAAAAAADy4/BtNEN1T1v5c/s640/IMG_8103.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dydY03RrDHA/TgoVko9EGqI/AAAAAAAADy8/FgVWrPG3LsU/s1600/IMG_8105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dydY03RrDHA/TgoVko9EGqI/AAAAAAAADy8/FgVWrPG3LsU/s640/IMG_8105.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got a request to make another scripture bag just like this one I made for my niece, except I used&amp;nbsp;a hot pink button for this one.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I forgot to take any pictures.&amp;nbsp; Man!&amp;nbsp; That pink button really made the bag that much cuter too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd_E-ze-NdA/TgoYPXPJBuI/AAAAAAAADzA/Q7g-i_ZjvF4/s1600/IMG_7598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd_E-ze-NdA/TgoYPXPJBuI/AAAAAAAADzA/Q7g-i_ZjvF4/s400/IMG_7598.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2366614120890216929-2225197777197921357?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2225197777197921357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2225197777197921357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2225197777197921357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2225197777197921357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/flag-shirts-bag.html' title='Flag Shirts &amp; Bag'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svyJxuihOas/TgoVdrG2ldI/AAAAAAAADy4/BtNEN1T1v5c/s72-c/IMG_8103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6372223861424855715</id><published>2011-06-27T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:08:27.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee Haw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went out to a friend's house one evening last week, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to interrupt this story to tell another related story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we left to go to said friend's house, I asked Sweet Cheeks if she was going to ride our friend's horses.&amp;nbsp; She said, "No.&amp;nbsp; Daddy can ride the horse and be a cowboy.&amp;nbsp; I will take off my hat (motions as if she's taking off a cowboy hat) and say, "YEE HAW!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, back to my original story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...had dinner and the kids rode horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, while we were waiting for the kids to ride, the women and children were in the back yard and all of a sudden my sister-in-law, who was standing like 5 feet away from me&amp;nbsp;started screaming.&amp;nbsp; It was like a horror movie scream.&amp;nbsp; Then she ran.&amp;nbsp; I was looking all around trying to figure out what the heck she was screaming about.&amp;nbsp; I had this flashback to that time I was snorkeling with T-Bone and he turned around and started swimming away really really really fast, and I was like, "What the heck is he swimming away so fast from?&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should swim away really really really fast."&amp;nbsp; Turns out it was a stingray, and it was right after the whole Steve Irwin thing, and anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister-in-law couldn't even talk.&amp;nbsp; She could only scream, which made us scream, "WHAT? WHAT IS IT?!!!"&amp;nbsp; Time was standing still while I scanned the yard looking for something, anything.&amp;nbsp; Then when words finally came back to her mouth, she said, "Don't you see that?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again we were like, "WHAT?&amp;nbsp; WHAT IS IT?!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took her what seemed like a lifetime to tell us it was a snake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I froze.&amp;nbsp; We had 5 kids and a couple dogs scattered in the yard and I still didn't see the snake.&amp;nbsp; Well, we finally saw it in the grass, rounded up the kids while one of the dogs chased the snake over by a tree, and then ran for dear life to the front of the house to get the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone and my brother-in-law came running first, and we followed to show them where it was.&amp;nbsp; Then our friend came running out of the house with a shotgun.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is that he's this tough as nails cowboy dude, but he's as scared of snakes as I am, and he didn't care that it was only a black snake, which is actually kind of a good snake, because they eat other snakes and rodents, he wanted that thing gone!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He and I see eye to eye when it comes to snakes.&amp;nbsp; Kill 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeKlwN-e1WI/TgjfnUKjmJI/AAAAAAAADx0/lwLXCiIp-ws/s1600/IMG_8119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeKlwN-e1WI/TgjfnUKjmJI/AAAAAAAADx0/lwLXCiIp-ws/s640/IMG_8119.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, he shot the snake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJf8X1DzxL4/Tgjfy7xKVJI/AAAAAAAADx4/LlMKcpJmR3o/s1600/IMG_8122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJf8X1DzxL4/Tgjfy7xKVJI/AAAAAAAADx4/LlMKcpJmR3o/s640/IMG_8122.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then T-Bone picked it up by the tail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3PmfHCOK9A/Tgjf99zF0cI/AAAAAAAADx8/bo2mS224ONs/s1600/IMG_8127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3PmfHCOK9A/Tgjf99zF0cI/AAAAAAAADx8/bo2mS224ONs/s640/IMG_8127.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and they cut the head off just to be sure.&amp;nbsp; You can never kill a snake&amp;nbsp;too many&amp;nbsp;times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BdsWZiEi3I/TgjgIpwS8yI/AAAAAAAADyA/KuTHxDSLYOA/s1600/IMG_8131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BdsWZiEi3I/TgjgIpwS8yI/AAAAAAAADyA/KuTHxDSLYOA/s640/IMG_8131.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once all that business was taken care of, we got to the fun part--the kids riding the horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzGbjILdsk/TgjgQvSoINI/AAAAAAAADyE/XzWXfhiu-2Q/s1600/IMG_8145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzGbjILdsk/TgjgQvSoINI/AAAAAAAADyE/XzWXfhiu-2Q/s640/IMG_8145.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of our nieces rode first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaBUi8RY50M/TgjgX130ObI/AAAAAAAADyI/wOTl0D0o4fc/s1600/IMG_8157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaBUi8RY50M/TgjgX130ObI/AAAAAAAADyI/wOTl0D0o4fc/s640/IMG_8157.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another niece rode second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98p_i0dAr1g/TgjggOTgycI/AAAAAAAADyM/i_q3bSwQBaU/s1600/IMG_8200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98p_i0dAr1g/TgjggOTgycI/AAAAAAAADyM/i_q3bSwQBaU/s640/IMG_8200.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could NOT believe my eyes when Sweet Cheeks got on that horse without one fearful look.&amp;nbsp; She rode like a champ, and loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5XBh5D77Xw/TgjgqH_ZT1I/AAAAAAAADyQ/NXZ6JZLzmAQ/s1600/IMG_8218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5XBh5D77Xw/TgjgqH_ZT1I/AAAAAAAADyQ/NXZ6JZLzmAQ/s640/IMG_8218.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzvaAujvRP0/TgjgzFRUalI/AAAAAAAADyU/Febg9UqPJSU/s1600/IMG_8231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzvaAujvRP0/TgjgzFRUalI/AAAAAAAADyU/Febg9UqPJSU/s640/IMG_8231.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So guess where we'll be going again sometime soon?﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu50f1bcLRU/Tgjg7p0YHcI/AAAAAAAADyY/6_GBecrA40c/s1600/IMG_8234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu50f1bcLRU/Tgjg7p0YHcI/AAAAAAAADyY/6_GBecrA40c/s640/IMG_8234.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the cute videos below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MgayHknPf0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here to see video of Sweet Cheeks riding the horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ad3GH0aSj0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here for Sweet Cheeks' post-ride interview.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-6372223861424855715?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/6372223861424855715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=6372223861424855715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6372223861424855715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/6372223861424855715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/yee-haw.html' title='Yee Haw'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeKlwN-e1WI/TgjfnUKjmJI/AAAAAAAADx0/lwLXCiIp-ws/s72-c/IMG_8119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7757080554421718994</id><published>2011-06-21T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:55:56.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I'm That Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We signed Sweet Cheeks up for gymnastics, and we were all really excited for her to go and have fun learning some new stuff.&amp;nbsp; The class for her age group (up to 3 1/2 years old) required a parent to be in the class and then it was basically just a free-for-all for 55 minutes.&amp;nbsp; The kids can play on any of the equipment with their parents or go in the bouncy house, which my scaredy-cat refused to do.&amp;nbsp; I figured if there was no instruction, then I would make sure to teach Sweet Cheeks whatever I could.&amp;nbsp; I spent the first 2 classes trying to get her to jump on the trampoline without me or do a forward roll down the big wedge mat or do a flip over the bottom uneven bar.&amp;nbsp; Fat chance!&amp;nbsp; She refused to do anything but walk on the balance beam, hang on the bottom uneven bar, or go on the trampoline holding tight to my hand.&amp;nbsp; Then there were the 37 times I had to explain to her why she had to stay with me and she couldn't go with the older class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 2 of those &lt;strike&gt;torture free play sessions &lt;/strike&gt;classes, I took a chance and emailed the owner to see if even though Sweet Cheeks was 7 months too young for the next class level up (according to the class descriptions on their website), if there was anyway that she could join that class.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to be that mom that was like, "Oh my kid needs to be an exception to the rule, because she's soooo advanced."&amp;nbsp; The thing is that she's not advanced skill wise.&amp;nbsp; She really is hesitant to do things.&amp;nbsp; It's nice not to have a dare devil sometimes, but in this case it's a little frustrating.&amp;nbsp; I just knew that she was eager to learn, and it wasn't me she wanted teaching her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...the owner was all for it as long as she would be ok without me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went this morning and I pumped her up before class, telling her all about how her teacher had a blonde ponytail like Mommy, and she was going to learn lots of new things and have so much fun with her new teacher and her big kid class.&amp;nbsp; She was excited.&amp;nbsp; I was excited, but nervous that maybe she really was too young to be moving up a class level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat there in the waiting area and as I watched through the big windows into the gym, I literally had to choke back tears so I wouldn't look like a complete freak, as I watched her do everything that her teacher asked the class to do.&amp;nbsp; She did all those things for the teacher that I mentioned earlier she wouldn't do for me.&amp;nbsp; I was such a happy, proud mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yes, I was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;mom that asked for my kid to have an exception made for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my instincts turned out to be right on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;mom who watched proudly as my kid pushed through her fears and did everything her teacher asked her to do.&amp;nbsp; I'm still laughing at how stiff she was flipping around the uneven bar.&amp;nbsp; HaHa!&amp;nbsp; She was straight as a board and her eyes were about to pop out of her head.&amp;nbsp; But she did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This picture was taken through a window, so it's not that great, but I'm hoping to get more next week.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VV4_ST7zog/TgFWohiRNrI/AAAAAAAADw8/O4IDTRac268/s1600/IMG_8067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VV4_ST7zog/TgFWohiRNrI/AAAAAAAADw8/O4IDTRac268/s640/IMG_8067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7757080554421718994?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7757080554421718994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7757080554421718994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7757080554421718994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7757080554421718994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/yeah-im-that-mom.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;m That Mom'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VV4_ST7zog/TgFWohiRNrI/AAAAAAAADw8/O4IDTRac268/s72-c/IMG_8067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-2438931922944225885</id><published>2011-06-19T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:25:45.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to wish my husband, dad, father-in-law, and stepdad all a very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty blessed to have such amazing men in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent Saturday morning with my family to celebrate Father's Day.&amp;nbsp; We cooked breakfast and then we gave my dad a gift that I'm pretty proud of, not only because I made it, but because my dad actually smiled when he saw it.&amp;nbsp; He's got a job now that requires a lot of travel, and I thought what better way to find your black suitcase in the mix of everyone else's black suitcases, than to have a bright green luggage tag attached to it.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I'm secretly hoping that he'll think of me and how much I love him every time he sees it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The pictures were taken at night, so the lighting and clarity isn't all that great.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CGCwZrb2Vw/Tf4dGSqypDI/AAAAAAAADwk/abmk3TcUw1M/s1600/IMG_8058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CGCwZrb2Vw/Tf4dGSqypDI/AAAAAAAADwk/abmk3TcUw1M/s400/IMG_8058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-Nj8XE7RKI/Tf4dL37hXVI/AAAAAAAADwo/eJINlusXwMg/s1600/IMG_8065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-Nj8XE7RKI/Tf4dL37hXVI/AAAAAAAADwo/eJINlusXwMg/s400/IMG_8065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm considering making my motto in life, "That was&amp;nbsp;more difficult&amp;nbsp;than I thought it would be."&amp;nbsp; I swear I come up with all these ideas of things to sew or home improvement projects and I think they'll be a breeze.&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; They never are.&amp;nbsp; Cutting, ironing and sewing all those little folds on that luggage tag was killer.&amp;nbsp; The cool thing about getting myself into these messes though, is that I always learn something while I'm trying to get myself out of the mess.&amp;nbsp; Like this time, I learned how to lower the feed dogs on my sewing machine so that I could sew through 8 layers of fabric.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for the sewing machine manual that I have to reference regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still don't have those decorative pillow covers done.&amp;nbsp; I came up with another project that I need/want to do first.&amp;nbsp; Then I have a paying project to do next.&amp;nbsp; Then pillow covers.&amp;nbsp; Factor in everyday life things that have to get done, and WHEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T-Bone has a job interview this Wednesday now that his contract is over with the traveling job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While it's been so fun to have him home more than not the last several months, I think we're all ready to move past living in limbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday evening we&amp;nbsp;loaded Sweet Cheeks and our niece into the wagon, and as we started walking down the driveway and 2 houses over to have dinner with T-Bone's sister and her husband, I just got this huge smile on my face.&amp;nbsp; It was like one of those slow motion moments where your brain is like a camera capturing pictures and feelings.&amp;nbsp; I thought about how I could have a jillion things to feel sorry about for myself, but in that moment all I could feel was HAPPY.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Cheeks has a playmate in her cousin that she loves and who loves her.&amp;nbsp; We were walking to have dinner with people that we love and who love us and it just felt good.&amp;nbsp; We can do that any time that we want to.&amp;nbsp; I said out loud, "I love our life.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; our life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-2438931922944225885?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/2438931922944225885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=2438931922944225885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2438931922944225885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/2438931922944225885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CGCwZrb2Vw/Tf4dGSqypDI/AAAAAAAADwk/abmk3TcUw1M/s72-c/IMG_8058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-546747440536254865</id><published>2011-06-17T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T14:34:54.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming My Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some would call me a neat freak (at times).&amp;nbsp; I prefer to call myself a disliker of messes or a preventer of messes.&amp;nbsp; This is not to be confused with being a germaphobe, because &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;I am not.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why germs don't bother me as much as a mess does.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why is it that I will go to great lengths to avoid&amp;nbsp;hand sanitizer?&amp;nbsp; Weird, I know.&amp;nbsp; I'm probably making some of you freak out right now, because I don't like hand sanitizer or any harsh chemicals for that matter.&amp;nbsp; I'm a plain ol' soap &amp;amp; water or if that's not around use a baby wipe kind of girl.&amp;nbsp; I guess I have some kind of aversion to chemicals.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't raised that way.&amp;nbsp; My mom loves her some bleach, pine sol and lysol (not mixed together...that would be bad).&amp;nbsp; But I digress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to my aversion to messes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just now starting to let Sweet Cheeks use markers.&amp;nbsp; Only washable ones though.&amp;nbsp; I was really hoping to make it another year or so just using crayons, but apparently they're too boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we were up in D.C. last month, we made a long stop at IKEA (love that place), and this is one of the things we got.&amp;nbsp; Well, to be honest, my mom got it.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Mom!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, it's a chalkboard on one side, white board on the other, and a roll of paper&amp;nbsp;hangs in the middle to be&amp;nbsp;stretched up and over one side to color on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNxcPEOee6A/TfuWGJu3DwI/AAAAAAAADwY/YhL5SccTXp4/s1600/IMG_8051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNxcPEOee6A/TfuWGJu3DwI/AAAAAAAADwY/YhL5SccTXp4/s640/IMG_8051.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's basically a dream come true for Sweet Cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's basically almost a worst nightmare for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is chalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is chalk dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are markers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are markers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are markers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know that she needs to be a kid, so I'm slowly working through my insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has no idea about the paints or the play-doh in the school/craft closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working up to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Deep breath in...and exhale, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-546747440536254865?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/546747440536254865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=546747440536254865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/546747440536254865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/546747440536254865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/overcoming-my-issues.html' title='Overcoming My Issues'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNxcPEOee6A/TfuWGJu3DwI/AAAAAAAADwY/YhL5SccTXp4/s72-c/IMG_8051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-9065781691662112311</id><published>2011-06-12T21:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:52:29.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For Making My Bed...And Other Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2CYUDB1eYU"&gt;Click here to see video of our little monkey.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Cheeks asked me to put some of my shoes on her this morning so she could play in them, and when I told her no, she frowned and yelled, "1....2....Now!"&amp;nbsp; I wanted to laugh, but I held my composure, told her that she doesn't get to yell at me, and then I made her ask me again with a "please", and I put the shoes on her.&amp;nbsp; Kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got&amp;nbsp;pictures hung up in almost every room of our house last week.&amp;nbsp; That made me happy.&amp;nbsp; I'm planning a blog of a picture tour of our new house for you.&amp;nbsp; I still have a few things to do first, like finish making new covers for&amp;nbsp;our decorative couch pillows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been doing Insanity workouts for 3 weeks now.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling great.&amp;nbsp; I still crave and then eat&amp;nbsp;ice cream everyday.&amp;nbsp; What's that about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have liked a lot of the places that we've lived, but I really love it here.&amp;nbsp; Please, Lord, let us stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to try to give blood yesterday at a Red Cross blood drive at our church.&amp;nbsp; I was getting pretty worked up on the way there, and already starting to feel like I could possibly faint.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't that torn up when I found out I didn't meet the weight requirement.&amp;nbsp; Darn.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The other morning Sweet Cheeks was crying in her bed.&amp;nbsp; I asked her what was wrong and she cried, "I want a baby."&amp;nbsp; I thought to myself, "I know how you feel."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've had a tickle on the top of one of my toes all day today that feels like maybe a hair tickling it.&amp;nbsp; There's no hair on it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's a nerve.&amp;nbsp; So weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got the hiccups 3 times this afternoon/evening.&amp;nbsp; My hiccups involve my entire body, like from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.&amp;nbsp; They are life-altering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ate pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream for dinner.&amp;nbsp; I like when my dinner seems like dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-9065781691662112311?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/9065781691662112311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=9065781691662112311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/9065781691662112311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/9065781691662112311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-for-making-my-bedand-other.html' title='So Much For Making My Bed...And Other Randomness'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-85277717995264447</id><published>2011-06-09T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:47:52.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin' Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our niece has been playing softball, and we've gone to a few of her games.&amp;nbsp; It's good times.&amp;nbsp; Makes me think back to those days of my own spent on the field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fun to watch the differences between the girls.&amp;nbsp; Some are so serious and competitive, and some are just in LaLa Land out there just for the heck of it.&amp;nbsp; They all make me&amp;nbsp;smile though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Cheeks loves to cheer for her cousin.&amp;nbsp; We love to cheer for her too, but she gives us the "you're embarrassing me!" look when we cheer for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of cheering, the cheers that the girls yell from the dugout are actually new to me (I thought I'd heard 'em all), and they are cute and clever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is in all her glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfBejXe2rFU/TfEgsOL9L7I/AAAAAAAADuc/G6iUxm671Dw/s1600/IMG_7968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfBejXe2rFU/TfEgsOL9L7I/AAAAAAAADuc/G6iUxm671Dw/s640/IMG_7968.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cc021_TRZqo/TfEgiaDJ6CI/AAAAAAAADuY/tsMPAr7tP4U/s1600/IMG_7955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cc021_TRZqo/TfEgiaDJ6CI/AAAAAAAADuY/tsMPAr7tP4U/s640/IMG_7955.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoImG8qjzc4/TfEgy73E2kI/AAAAAAAADug/U12aZpbodWo/s1600/IMG_7978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoImG8qjzc4/TfEgy73E2kI/AAAAAAAADug/U12aZpbodWo/s640/IMG_7978.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-85277717995264447?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/85277717995264447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=85277717995264447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/85277717995264447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/85277717995264447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/playin-ball.html' title='Playin&apos; Ball'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfBejXe2rFU/TfEgsOL9L7I/AAAAAAAADuc/G6iUxm671Dw/s72-c/IMG_7968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-7115669030589219</id><published>2011-06-08T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:43:17.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish &amp; Fowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone and our brother-in-law who lives 2 doors down from us have been trying to figure out every possible thing we need to do be self-sufficient.&amp;nbsp; They have plans for a zip line between our houses.&amp;nbsp; Nevermind the family that lives in the house between us.&amp;nbsp; If the zipline doesn't work out, they're considering a tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went fishing this morning with the girls, and stocked up on fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T-Bone swears that Sweet Cheeks reeled in both of the fish that she caught all by herself.&amp;nbsp; I'm still in disbelief, but he says that he has other people who will back him up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Gb3pT8XXGY/Te-95yUSGCI/AAAAAAAADts/DQ0j-6iPlSg/s1600/IMG_8019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Gb3pT8XXGY/Te-95yUSGCI/AAAAAAAADts/DQ0j-6iPlSg/s640/IMG_8019.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0l6Ii6jwWAM/Te--Ds4gqrI/AAAAAAAADtw/7VU128s7EdI/s1600/IMG_8018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0l6Ii6jwWAM/Te--Ds4gqrI/AAAAAAAADtw/7VU128s7EdI/s640/IMG_8018.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The big catch of the day went to the brother-in-law.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLP-hPGoNk0/Te--M4j03yI/AAAAAAAADt0/jGxNzaIinD0/s1600/IMG_8020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLP-hPGoNk0/Te--M4j03yI/AAAAAAAADt0/jGxNzaIinD0/s640/IMG_8020.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They loaded this girl up&amp;nbsp;in the truck for some meat to freeze.&amp;nbsp; Just kidding.&amp;nbsp; That's gross.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;were just being real men and pulling it out of the middle of the road.&amp;nbsp; It's still gross.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9IKX-9DN4F8/Te--YK5Ay-I/AAAAAAAADt4/LPkNiH--RJI/s1600/IMG_8021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9IKX-9DN4F8/Te--YK5Ay-I/AAAAAAAADt4/LPkNiH--RJI/s640/IMG_8021.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They helped each other plant gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are planning to start drilling for oil out back, and said that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they'll just keep drilling until they hit the jackpot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the mean time, they built a chicken coop with assistance from Sweet Cheeks, the professional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lVXMpqGUgg/Te--guQCxpI/AAAAAAAADt8/I5vd5ZyELyc/s1600/IMG_7774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lVXMpqGUgg/Te--guQCxpI/AAAAAAAADt8/I5vd5ZyELyc/s640/IMG_7774.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;went in our brother-in-law's back yard since he paid for it.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVscLUqOzi4/Te--qwlVJjI/AAAAAAAADuA/AxXKecF6xYo/s1600/IMG_7990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVscLUqOzi4/Te--qwlVJjI/AAAAAAAADuA/AxXKecF6xYo/s640/IMG_7990.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the door on the back of the coop that&amp;nbsp;we will lift to steal the eggs&amp;nbsp;early in the morning before our brother-in-law wakes up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J70S2JVlgII/Te--3QBIiRI/AAAAAAAADuI/lRKFsLMbPvE/s1600/IMG_7991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J70S2JVlgII/Te--3QBIiRI/AAAAAAAADuI/lRKFsLMbPvE/s640/IMG_7991.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's a Bantam rooster and 3 Bantam hens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7E7AC_Veak/Te--_4EwRJI/AAAAAAAADuM/k_WGEaLQ_nA/s1600/IMG_7995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7E7AC_Veak/Te--_4EwRJI/AAAAAAAADuM/k_WGEaLQ_nA/s640/IMG_7995.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no telling what these guys will come up with next for their self-sufficiency quest.&amp;nbsp; I'm just hoping it doesn't involve any more farm animals or digging (unless it's for a pool).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2366614120890216929-7115669030589219?l=travikkaq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/feeds/7115669030589219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2366614120890216929&amp;postID=7115669030589219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7115669030589219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2366614120890216929/posts/default/7115669030589219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travikkaq.blogspot.com/2011/06/fish-fowl.html' title='Fish &amp; Fowl'/><author><name>KQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441990310055486172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRW4Gf67T8/Td53UJ8FF6I/AAAAAAAADrY/0OQ1Rua2UHU/s220/DSC_3142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Gb3pT8XXGY/Te-95yUSGCI/AAAAAAAADts/DQ0j-6iPlSg/s72-c/IMG_8019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2366614120890216929.post-6266637870755232554</id><published>2011-06-07T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:00:34.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My over-achiever friend, Sara, had her twins last week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;(Love you Sara!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;She over-achieved two precious little girls.&amp;nbsp; She even managed to get them different birthdays, with one being born June 1st at 11:55pm and the other being born June 2nd at 12:05am.&amp;nbsp; How awesome is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I did not over-achieve in the gift giving department like I was hoping to, but our move has really thrown me for a loop.&amp;nbsp; Project after project after project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I royally failed at a nursing cover clip thingy I was trying to make and also some knit hats.&amp;nbsp; Next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what I didn't fail at making:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 diaper/wipes case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 burp cloths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 sets of car seat strap covers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 matching reversible bibs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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