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(Hailey)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>749</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BeSerious" /><feedburner:info uri="beserious" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-856900426045398185</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-24T17:09:10.498-05:00</atom:updated><title>Day from hell.</title><description>January is almost over and February is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days like today make me miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need a break from being a mom for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I type, Bug is standing beside me...&lt;br /&gt;
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"Are these for Halloween, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yes, Bug. &amp;nbsp;Those are Halloween tights. &amp;nbsp;Please go put them away so we don't lose them."&lt;br /&gt;
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tapping arm... "MOM!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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I am changing my name to Anastasia Beaverhausen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brownie points to whoever can guess what show that is from... WITHOUT googling ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-856900426045398185?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/kZWelM4L4PU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/kZWelM4L4PU/day-from-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-from-hell.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-3004483716411454605</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 21:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-05T16:42:27.838-05:00</atom:updated><title>New Year.</title><description>Happy 2012!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it is 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you say it "twenty, twelve" that is even more weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am never one to make resolutions.&amp;nbsp; I break them most of the time so I gave them years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, this year I felt it was important to do a few things.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, I want my family to become more green.&amp;nbsp; I am all about saving the planet... even if it is one beer bottle and wine bottle at a time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our carbon footprint has got to be HUGE due to the fact that my husband drives the most un-economical car on the face of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, I ordered this book...&lt;br /&gt;
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I have heard so many things about this Dukan diet.&amp;nbsp; I decided to do a little research of my own&amp;nbsp;and the diet seems to be pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess I shouldn't call it a diet.&amp;nbsp; I am telling myself that I am teaching myself how to eat more healthy.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there you have it.&amp;nbsp; My two resolutions for the new year... twenty-twelve.&lt;br /&gt;
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Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-3004483716411454605?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/wy1J4n1V3ak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/wy1J4n1V3ak/new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daHy0SPFV3A/TwYYc8XXzWI/AAAAAAAALQk/NXkomka4DJc/s72-c/dukan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-4317243397237849936</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T17:10:38.282-05:00</atom:updated><title>Oh Christmas TREES</title><description>This year, I was so excited about decorating for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had tons of cute little items to sit around.&amp;nbsp; We were actually in a house and not a 2 bedroom apartment that came straight from 1962... yellow kitchen applicances and all.&lt;br /&gt;
I decided to do three trees this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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The family tree...&lt;br /&gt;
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We decided on a top hat as our tree topper this year.&amp;nbsp; Ryan wasn't very fond of it at first.&amp;nbsp; However, it is too cute for words and I had to have it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bug's tree...&lt;br /&gt;
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Big's tree is a little sad with no tree skirt.&amp;nbsp; I can't find one that I love.&amp;nbsp; Until I do, her tree will be skirtless.&amp;nbsp; Big decided she wanted the green tree this year.&amp;nbsp; She said she wanted white and pink lights.&amp;nbsp; Well, I made it work.&amp;nbsp; Ha!&lt;/div&gt;
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I have no great way to display Christmas cards.&amp;nbsp; I decorated this table with Christmas decor and threw the cards in a green wire bread basket.&amp;nbsp; I tied a few red bows with grosgrain ribbon and voila!&amp;nbsp; It's the best I can do this year.&amp;nbsp; My goal before next year to is make a board like &lt;a href="http://wadeupdate.blogspot.com/2010/12/deck-halls.html"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; did.&amp;nbsp; So cute!!&lt;/div&gt;
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I had TONS of ornaments left over this year since we bought all new ornaments for the "family tree".&amp;nbsp; We wanted everything on that tree to match this year.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I grabbed the triffle dish that I "borrowed" from my Mom and threw a bunch of ornaments in there.&amp;nbsp; Add a little houndstooth ribbon to the base and voila!!&lt;/div&gt;
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MacKenzie-Childs catalog beside it.&amp;nbsp; I look through that thing a million times a day... seriously.&amp;nbsp; One day (in my dreams) I will own whole collections of MacKenzie-Childs.&amp;nbsp; One.day.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-4317243397237849936?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/HFTYa6FpOpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/HFTYa6FpOpw/oh-christmas-trees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyt2OKoTGt0/TvJLv51XTvI/AAAAAAAALOk/tAJewOr1yzA/s72-c/tree_01.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-christmas-trees.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-4037133569175294106</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T15:22:16.935-05:00</atom:updated><title>From our family to yours</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Big THANK YOU to &lt;a href="http://wadeupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan Wade&lt;/a&gt; for taking the BEAUTIFUL picture of my girls.&amp;nbsp; You are awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-4037133569175294106?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/aS9yJMnh09U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/aS9yJMnh09U/from-our-family-to-yours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxEipIojoak/TvI_mGWHevI/AAAAAAAALOU/1ZsTpHV1gCE/s72-c/lafonechristmas2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-our-family-to-yours.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-9222357495456752451</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T15:20:12.089-05:00</atom:updated><title>yuck</title><description>stomach bug got the girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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peace&amp;amp;love.  -H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-9222357495456752451?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/R-deMK-xzqg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/R-deMK-xzqg/yuck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/12/yuck.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-2263345559295965249</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T15:19:43.630-05:00</atom:updated><title>Jewish</title><description>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xDV_reO930A" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mom!  We learned about Hanukkah!"&lt;br /&gt;
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She went on and on about the Menorah, the Star of David, a dreidel, and potato latkes she colored in a mini Hanukkah Booklet.  "Those are just potato pancakes, Mom" she said.&lt;br /&gt;
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"And they get presents for EIGHT days, Mom!  EIGHT DAYS!  But they only get one present a day.  But that is still cool.  EIGHT DAYS OF PRESENTS!!!  Do we celebrate Hanukkah Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"No babe.  We celebrate Christmas.  We are Christian and we are celebrating Jesus' birthday.  The Jewish celebrate Hanukkah."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Oh.  So we are not Jewish?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Dag.  I want to be Jewish."&lt;br /&gt;
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I just giggled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-2263345559295965249?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/yznNQMcGGPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/yznNQMcGGPI/jewish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/xDV_reO930A/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/12/jewish.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-6004833151106289572</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T14:02:26.020-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas 2011</category><title>Christmas is upon us</title><description>I can't believe that Christmas is almost here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PZtonGzUbA/TuEBe3ox1eI/AAAAAAAALMo/RLsL8S9QFEY/s1600/countdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PZtonGzUbA/TuEBe3ox1eI/AAAAAAAALMo/RLsL8S9QFEY/s400/countdown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683825834560968162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nowhere near done with shopping for gifts. Then again, I ALWAYS wait until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is slowly coming together with Christmas decorations. I wish I could leave them up all year. They make the house seem so warm and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added two Christmas paintings to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Mr. Santa Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVZmqupsBGk/TuECKSp3wgI/AAAAAAAALM0/PwETIFK-59o/s1600/santafrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVZmqupsBGk/TuECKSp3wgI/AAAAAAAALM0/PwETIFK-59o/s400/santafrog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826580547682818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually &lt;a href="http://bylisajordan.com/"&gt;Lisa's&lt;/a&gt; vertical jumping frog with a Santa hat, belt, and boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this painting in the hall bathroom/girls bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_T4zoJ-RfUQ/TuEDeNNJNtI/AAAAAAAALNY/WBJU1mdaFcY/s1600/treepainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_T4zoJ-RfUQ/TuEDeNNJNtI/AAAAAAAALNY/WBJU1mdaFcY/s400/treepainting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683828022194026194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by far one of my favorite paintings I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this cuties on the counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zy-g-fkZig/TuEC1qwNt5I/AAAAAAAALNM/Yf_wmHpC428/s1600/glittertrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zy-g-fkZig/TuEC1qwNt5I/AAAAAAAALNM/Yf_wmHpC428/s400/glittertrees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683827325751113618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I go totally overboard with glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, my wreath on the front door is very glittery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFSzZ8hUkfM/TuEEIJSmuwI/AAAAAAAALNk/-Xr4QgDnaJ8/s1600/outsidewreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFSzZ8hUkfM/TuEEIJSmuwI/AAAAAAAALNk/-Xr4QgDnaJ8/s400/outsidewreath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683828742697696002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck! I just noticed how smushed my bow looks. Oh well. I am too lazy to go out, fix it and take another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't you love how it is complete with red glitter door hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a glittery close-up shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dItGFsJOx9E/TuECfr46t2I/AAAAAAAALNA/5C8Z4OfCE5c/s1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dItGFsJOx9E/TuECfr46t2I/AAAAAAAALNA/5C8Z4OfCE5c/s400/apple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826948098930530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that I made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would totally be lying though. I am definitely not that creative and talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of creative and talented, I had an old smushed green wreath in my Christmas boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little ribbon, it now completes the chest in my den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0P6HXWFsiy0/TuEHsZIA7LI/AAAAAAAALOI/gGBXaI_h4ps/s1600/harlequinwreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0P6HXWFsiy0/TuEHsZIA7LI/AAAAAAAALOI/gGBXaI_h4ps/s400/harlequinwreath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683832663958416562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the bow! I am normally terrible at tying bows but this one turned out pretty good. I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIkulxyQFek/TuEFldbylaI/AAAAAAAALNw/d_hE0AaFIms/s1600/harlequinbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIkulxyQFek/TuEFldbylaI/AAAAAAAALNw/d_hE0AaFIms/s400/harlequinbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830345832764834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty perfect bow. Maybe I am a little talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your heart out Martha Stewart!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will share our Christmas trees. Yes, that is plural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-6004833151106289572?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/gzhDMm123sQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/gzhDMm123sQ/christmas-is-upon-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PZtonGzUbA/TuEBe3ox1eI/AAAAAAAALMo/RLsL8S9QFEY/s72-c/countdown.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-is-upon-us.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-6408899898633441302</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T14:26:17.614-05:00</atom:updated><title>Catch up</title><description>Let's play catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emma is loving school.  No crying this year and she is even talking to her friends some.  Fabulousness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caroline is loving school... finally!  Her teacher just got married which was super exciting to her.  She got her first reading list and she will check out her first AR book very soon.  She is so much child.  Can't wait to check out a library book.  Remember how library books use to smell?  I can't wait to smell that smell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emma still loves bows.  BIG bows.  Help me, God.  Heather and Amanda, I am going to need your ebay seller lady's name please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caroline's speech is going crazy again.  She can't get words out.  She isn't stuck on any one sound or blend.  I have no idea what to do.  It was bad a few weeks ago and now you can't even tell she has a problem.  Help wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Halloween was super exciting.  NOT!  It rained and we only went to three house.  Thank goodness for Trunk or Treat at church.  We still have loads of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Revenge is the most fabulous show on TV.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anna and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.bylisajordan.com/"&gt;Lisa Jordan's&lt;/a&gt; All Girls Halloween Bash.  I was suppose to be Wilma Flintstone.  However, I looked more like Betty Rubble in a white dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeH3FCO-Fb0/Tqi7wanL6TI/AAAAAAAAJxs/Zu-IU8Y-eio/s1600/haileyandanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeH3FCO-Fb0/Tqi7wanL6TI/AAAAAAAAJxs/Zu-IU8Y-eio/s400/haileyandanna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667986571497564466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the wine glass I am holding?  &lt;a href="http://www.bylisajordan.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; paints those.  I have ordered 4 for Christmas and I am so excited I can hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of Christmas, I already have my list made.  Yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At the top of that list... &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Oster-FPSTBW8207-S-Electric-Wine-Bottle-Opener/dp/B003YFI0O6"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  An electric corkscrew.  Hot damn!  I used it this weekend at my SIL &amp; BIL's house.  It is the bomb dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have tons of pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I need to blog again.  I miss it.  I always make empty promises about blogging though.  Ugh!  I wish I could post less on FB and more on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-6408899898633441302?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/3QdGc8sAt9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/3QdGc8sAt9c/catch-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeH3FCO-Fb0/Tqi7wanL6TI/AAAAAAAAJxs/Zu-IU8Y-eio/s72-c/haileyandanna.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/11/catch-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-3867816238991937100</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-15T16:19:07.476-04:00</atom:updated><title>New recipe.</title><description>Just added my favorite shrimp recipe on my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8028073246542987492&amp;postID=3172044030312596426"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to try it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-3867816238991937100?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/yK_UIzxO1ng" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/yK_UIzxO1ng/new-recipe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-recipe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-2644127757977775948</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-08T16:25:51.810-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Preschool</category><title>Emma starts school</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJ2zU9ykmXc/Tmkj5ZR3VnI/AAAAAAAAJZI/5SpYUubj98U/s1600/Emma_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJ2zU9ykmXc/Tmkj5ZR3VnI/AAAAAAAAJZI/5SpYUubj98U/s400/Emma_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650086676458329714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma started preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is almost three, her birthday does not meet the cut off for our county so she is in the two year old preschool class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a great first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried when I dropped her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clung to me like a little spider monkey and screamed but all was well when I picked her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she will come out of her shell this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may even say a few words for her teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joke that since she doesn't talk at school they are going to put her in the dumb class. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY JOKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dress is from &lt;a href="http://www.matildajaneclothing.com/"&gt;Matilda Jane&lt;/a&gt;.  It is the Adriana Wrap Dress from the You &amp; Me collection.  It is sold out but you can find it on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/NEW-Matilda-Jane-Adriana-Wrap-Dress-You-Me-Sz-4-/110738819617?pt=US_Childrens_Clothing_Girls&amp;hash=item19c88c4a21"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt;.  If you are interested in their clothes, message me and I will give you the trunk keepers contact information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shoes were found at Old Navy last year on the clearance rack for a BIG $3.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more pictures.  Sorry the first one is foggy up top.  It was soooo humid out that my lens fogged up :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAoAXGw_Pwc/TmkkSWI941I/AAAAAAAAJZY/g4d9DeLzxkk/s1600/emma_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAoAXGw_Pwc/TmkkSWI941I/AAAAAAAAJZY/g4d9DeLzxkk/s400/emma_02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650087105112433490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0cksleZZuw/TmkkMQ3hG4I/AAAAAAAAJZQ/QIUj6hZ_Yf8/s1600/emma_03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0cksleZZuw/TmkkMQ3hG4I/AAAAAAAAJZQ/QIUj6hZ_Yf8/s400/emma_03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650087000617851778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to a fabulous new preschool year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-2644127757977775948?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/RfnaMLqgAOI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/RfnaMLqgAOI/emma-starts-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJ2zU9ykmXc/Tmkj5ZR3VnI/AAAAAAAAJZI/5SpYUubj98U/s72-c/Emma_01.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/09/emma-starts-school.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-5154823058298249126</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2011 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-06T13:24:40.644-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Caroline</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kindergarten</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carpool</category><title>Carpool</title><description>Caroline is dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea who she gets it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes Kindergarten but according to her on Friday afternoon she was "NEVER going back to Kindergarten EVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic AND emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drop off in the morning, I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Friday morning, I walked her into class and she ripped my shirt down exposing my bra to a classroom full of Kindergartners and parents. It was one of my prouder moments as a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she cried and began crawling up my leg so I threw her at her teacher and ran out the door without so much as a "have a good day!". Talk about feeling like a fabulous parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now on Thursday she has to begin walking to class by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to drive through the carpool lane, she will have to get out of the car and walk to class by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to prepare her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is totally going to show her ass and I am prepared for that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not concerned about her finding her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concerned about her getting out of the car without ripping someones face and/or shirt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be quite honest, I don't really feel like seeing the carpool worker's boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you at our elementary school... calm your nervous systems Thursday. Do NOT beep the horn at me when I hold up the line because I KNOW I will be holding up the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 5 year old emotional nutjob and I'm not afraid to send her to take you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-5154823058298249126?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/eW_q7EL6mwE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/eW_q7EL6mwE/carpool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/09/carpool.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-685943859037566769</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-02T14:08:38.390-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Caroline</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Caroline Conversations</category><title>HOLLA</title><description>I am sure from the outside looking in, my family can be comical at times.
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&lt;br /&gt;After fights when I think the world has ended (I am not at all dramatic), I sit down and think back.  To be honest, most of the time laugh out loud at my life.
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&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I was talking to the girls.
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&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember the conversation but Caroline was excited about what we had talked about.
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&lt;br /&gt;I turned to walk to the back of the house and all of a sudden I hear, "HOLLA!"
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&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?
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&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will admit to using the word "holler" after a statement I agree with.  More Southern than ghetto fabulous.  "Don't cook tonight.  Let's order pizza."  I would respond with "holler!"
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&lt;br /&gt;But from my 5 year old?
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&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 year old is a math prodigy, you say?
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&lt;br /&gt;Well, my 5 year old now uses the word "Holla".
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&lt;br /&gt;Boo!  In yo face!
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&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-685943859037566769?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/TSU_bh4f2nU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/TSU_bh4f2nU/holla.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/09/holla.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-7091336680909528562</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-01T13:22:45.018-04:00</atom:updated><title>Giggle for today. . .</title><description>All of the Kitchen Queens will love this...
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVLFvzXOilw/Tl-_SKTYFhI/AAAAAAAAJKY/5bLWwAdz0WY/s1600/stalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVLFvzXOilw/Tl-_SKTYFhI/AAAAAAAAJKY/5bLWwAdz0WY/s400/stalking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647442776470066706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-7091336680909528562?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/r_zcN3FIhN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/r_zcN3FIhN0/giggle-for-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVLFvzXOilw/Tl-_SKTYFhI/AAAAAAAAJKY/5bLWwAdz0WY/s72-c/stalking.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/09/giggle-for-today.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-5395945584796387124</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-26T10:57:03.359-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Caroline</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kindergarten</category><title>Kindergartener.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHwOluxGvXU/TlZPl_Z51KI/AAAAAAAAJJI/SbS57t8AXEE/s1600/caroline_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHwOluxGvXU/TlZPl_Z51KI/AAAAAAAAJJI/SbS57t8AXEE/s400/caroline_02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644786697049330850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the big day!
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&lt;br /&gt;Big is now a Kindergartener.
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&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe it!
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&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do the picture above each year (until she says no) to document how she grows and changes.  I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; of course ;-)
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&lt;br /&gt;We set her Hello Kitty alarm clock last night for 7am.
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&lt;br /&gt;She didn't understand the whole concept.  She kept saying "what if it doesn't wake me up?"
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&lt;br /&gt;"It will wake you up!" I promised.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QK0CWkJ_fYI/TlZQaSpRvxI/AAAAAAAAJJQ/WHMdjD8dris/s1600/caroline_04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QK0CWkJ_fYI/TlZQaSpRvxI/AAAAAAAAJJQ/WHMdjD8dris/s400/caroline_04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644787595567283986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;She mumbled it was toooooo early!!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPtGbECX4p8/TlZQnKD8UII/AAAAAAAAJJY/VQrTBZkPlyw/s1600/caroline_03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPtGbECX4p8/TlZQnKD8UII/AAAAAAAAJJY/VQrTBZkPlyw/s400/caroline_03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644787816601505922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest she had a minor meltdown at the kitchen table during breakfast.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Crying and screaming "I don't want to go to Kindergarten.  It isn't going to be fun.  I don't want to go."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZeSiCZoE9Y/TlZRB4Zez2I/AAAAAAAAJJg/zLQ4AjFSsYY/s1600/caroline_05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZeSiCZoE9Y/TlZRB4Zez2I/AAAAAAAAJJg/zLQ4AjFSsYY/s400/caroline_05.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644788275716476770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;She hopped in the bath tub then we got dressed.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I put curlers in her hair.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;She started feeling better.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It was the &lt;a href="http://www.matildajaneclothing.com/viewproduct.php?ID=2672"&gt;dress&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Xhila-Genice-G-Ballerina-Gold/-/A-13417129"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt; and the curled hair that made her get excited.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqVK6UdDROY/Tlevhz1_xcI/AAAAAAAAJJo/Y--yG8SHVo4/s1600/caroline_06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqVK6UdDROY/Tlevhz1_xcI/AAAAAAAAJJo/Y--yG8SHVo4/s400/caroline_06.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645173653319435714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;After getting ready, it was time to go.  I expected another meltdown but she did great.  This time, it was the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/75706550/colorful-brown-dots-backpack-polka-dot"&gt;backpack&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/75706859/monogrammed-colorful-brown-dots-lunchbox?ref=v1_other_1"&gt;lunch box&lt;/a&gt; that made her excited.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwQ18zvI534/TlexBwnzjCI/AAAAAAAAJKA/61VLt7YEi-8/s1600/caroline_08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwQ18zvI534/TlexBwnzjCI/AAAAAAAAJKA/61VLt7YEi-8/s400/caroline_08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645175301722049570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H9V7CpRYYw/TlewkaJZmWI/AAAAAAAAJJ4/PELtcJygAyk/s1600/caroline_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H9V7CpRYYw/TlewkaJZmWI/AAAAAAAAJJ4/PELtcJygAyk/s400/caroline_07.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645174797472733538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;She was ready AND excited!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DVgVhSYj0/TlexS1ERV5I/AAAAAAAAJKI/p3dQ76xS0p4/s1600/caroline_09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DVgVhSYj0/TlexS1ERV5I/AAAAAAAAJKI/p3dQ76xS0p4/s400/caroline_09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645175594972960658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We picked her up at 2:50pm and she said she had a great day.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We asked questions about what she did and who she talked to but all she would say was "I don't know".
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is her next day of school (due to staggered enrollment for Kindergarten).
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We will see how Tuesday goes.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day too.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;No tears!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy me!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Emma and I did a little shopping and grabbed lunch at Sonic.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We missed Big.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It made for a long day but we will get used to it.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you though, there was one happy Bug when her sister came home.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMG-IrEl7is/TleyK7r_7zI/AAAAAAAAJKQ/--_kAqI3fUM/s1600/caroline_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMG-IrEl7is/TleyK7r_7zI/AAAAAAAAJKQ/--_kAqI3fUM/s400/caroline_10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645176558822879026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;**Big,
&lt;br /&gt;5 years has gone so quickly and I can't believe you are a Kindergartener.  I am so proud of you and I love you more than anything! ~Love, Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-5395945584796387124?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/un-sIV3zSB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/un-sIV3zSB8/kindergartner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHwOluxGvXU/TlZPl_Z51KI/AAAAAAAAJJI/SbS57t8AXEE/s72-c/caroline_02.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/kindergartner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-6236863645400937419</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2011 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-24T10:24:01.700-04:00</atom:updated><title>Caroline starts Kindergarten tomorrow!</title><description>We had a great orientation yesterday.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It took Caroline a minute to warm up.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;While I filled out papers, she played in the centers.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We found out she starts school tomorrow.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;With Kindergarten doing staggered enrollment, Caroline will go tomorrow and then will not go back until Tuesday.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We have everything ready.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;She has all of her supplies.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A cute book bag.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A cute lunch box.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A fabulous dress.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous shoes.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Now, if we can just make it through tomorrow without crying like babies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-6236863645400937419?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/EykGPhqCYQk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/EykGPhqCYQk/caroline-starts-kindergarten-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/caroline-starts-kindergarten-tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-1448566378764842189</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-23T09:19:20.714-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kindergarten</category><title>Kindergarten Teacher.</title><description>We meet our Kindergarten teacher today.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Actually in about 2 hours.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We got the teacher I wanted her to get (without requesting).  We can't request at our school :-(
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;All of our preschool friends are in other classes though.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I am worried sick.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that Caroline meets lots of friends and has a fabulous year.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you this afternoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-1448566378764842189?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/ojbUJpDFg9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/ojbUJpDFg9E/kindergarten-teacher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/kindergarten-teacher.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-721403358661681010</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-19T13:42:31.210-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">GoTopless</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Political</category><title>GoTopless!</title><description>While on the subject of boobs, did you know that Sunday is National Go-Topless Day?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I until my husband was talking about it last night.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.gotopless.org/index.php"&gt;GoTopless website&lt;/a&gt;, women should have the same constitutional right that men have to go bare-chested.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will be the day that protests are held to support GoTopless.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;During the protests, women will have the choice of going fully topless or wear red tape or something else to hide their nipples. They are also completely welcome to come and support this cause while being fully dressed if they prefer.
&lt;br /&gt;To show their support, men are encouraged to wear a bikini top since we are standing up for topless constitutional equality. Either we can all be topless or no one can.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, people?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Asheville, NC is hosting a protest in Pack Square at 1pm. (you can find article &lt;a href="http://www.citizen-times.com/article/20110818/NEWS/308180014/Topless-protest-set-Asheville"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Be there and be bare! (Well, that is what I would have put on the invites.)
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So, this got me thinking.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people are for or against this movement?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;What about you?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Would you rally that it should be socially acceptable for women to go topless?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with women's rights.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I get it.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This... I don't get.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;My argument being, women and men have very different anatomy.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to fight that we are the same and our anatomy should be seen as such when in reality... we are very different.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me what you think.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;No judgement!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I am just curious!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;AND REMEMBER, PEOPLE: FREE YOUR BREASTS! FREE YOUR MIND! (&lt;a href="http://www.gotopless.org/index.php"&gt;GoTopless&lt;/a&gt; quote)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-721403358661681010?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/vOeRgaYey0M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/vOeRgaYey0M/gotopless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/gotopless.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-7561572437527540720</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-19T09:04:27.974-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">No privacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Caroline</category><title>Sag</title><description>I cannot shower or use the bathroom alone.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Just call me a glutton for punishment.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I should just go to the bathroom and lock the door so they can't get it.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;However, they will stand outside of the door and scream so I find having them in the bathroom with me less stressful.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after showering (with both of the girls standing under the shower curtain... only putting the clear shower curtain liner between us) I stepped out of the shower.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;As I was drying off and secretly praying for them to exit the bathroom, Caroline says OH MY GOSH MOM!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Um, what?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"You need to get a new balloon in your boob!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Silence as she reaches for my boob and pushes it up and lets it fall again.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"See, Mom? They are so saggy."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Great! Now even my kids want me to get a boob job.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I'm down.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Who's paying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-7561572437527540720?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/YLpJtnlwV1c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/YLpJtnlwV1c/sag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/sag.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-7001688486633441142</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 11:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-18T07:56:00.915-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bucket List</category><title>Bucket List.</title><description>In my second year of college, I had an English professor who made us write in journals.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We were able to write whatever we wanted... quotes we loved, lyrics we loved, letters, whatever.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I hated it.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I hated every minute of writing in that blue journal everyday.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells me to write, I don't.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells me to read, I don't.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from the crappy journal this professor was pretty awesome. I don't remember his name but he look a little like Einstein and smelled of Icy Hot and mothballs.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Not a good combo... just for the record.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;He did something in his class that still amazes me.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Each student had to write a list of 30 things he/she hoped to accomplish before they turned 30.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A bucket list of sorts.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We gave it to him and in return, he would send it back to us in ten years.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;He even promised if he died, it was in his will that the letters be sent to us.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, 3 years away from that letter showing up at my parents house. 4 years away from 30.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what was on that list or what I hoped to accomplish 6 years ago.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure though that my life is pretty great.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I was daydreaming the other day, when I started thinking about my bucket list.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Want to know a few things on my bucket list?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;- Dye my hair blonde.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;- See &lt;a href="http://www.underwatersculpture.com/pages/gallery/evolucion-silenciosa.html"&gt;La Evolucion Silenciosa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.underwatersculpture.com/pages/artist/about-8.htm"&gt;La Jardinera de la Esperanza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.underwatersculpture.com/pages/artist/about-9.htm"&gt;Coleccionista de los Sueños&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.underwatersculpture.com/pages/artist/about-10.htm"&gt;Hombre en Llamas&lt;/a&gt; all by Jason deCaires Taylor
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;- Be published.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;- Try escargot.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;- Mow the grass (no... I have never done this).
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few things.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;What about you?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;What is on YOUR bucket list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-7001688486633441142?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/NKCdgzJGik4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/NKCdgzJGik4/bucket-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/bucket-list.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-83412387785879749</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-24T10:20:02.830-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ghosts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bug</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paula</category><title>Bug and Paula BFF</title><description>Right after school let out for summer, Emma started talking about her friend Paula.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Paula is coming to my house for a play date."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Paula has a new baby."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Paula is my friend."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, can Paula come play today?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Who is Paula?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Where is she from?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard of this friend, Paula.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I did want most normal parents do... I sent her teacher, Mrs. Angie, a message on Facebook.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Angie didn't know a Paula but knew a Sarah. Sarah was the new girl in the class and her mom just had a baby.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Bug, who is Paula?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"My friend."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Does Paula go to your school?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mean Sarah, Bug? Is her name Sarah?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"No! Her name's Paula!!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"She has a pink bathing suit!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think much of this Paula character until one day I overheard Bug yelling at Caroline to MOVE OVER because Paula was sitting there.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Again, like any normal parent I began thinking crazy crap like my child could possibly be friends with a ghost that lives in our house.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;OMG! My Bug has a sixth sense!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;OMG! She sees dead people!!!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;After googling children with a sixth sense, I calmed myself down after discovering that the research was silly and I was just being a nutjob.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I decided it was time to question Bug again.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"So Bug, is Paula here today?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"What does Paula look like?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"I know. You told me. That is so cool! What else does she look like?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"She has brown hair."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Like me! Neat!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"She has brown skin too!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Cool!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"She has a new baby."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"I know! You told me! Do you know the baby's name?"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Zoey."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Like our puppy? That is cool!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. Like my puppy. Paula has a pink bathing suit!"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I decided that would be the end of the conversation.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Some days I still hear her talking to Paula.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Some days Bug will let us know that Paula is coming over to play.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Some days we don't hear from Paula at all.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And some days I still find myself googling children with a sixth sense.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about having the house blessed... just in case.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;(I think I watch too much TV.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-83412387785879749?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/gHe7094lZqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/gHe7094lZqU/bug-and-paula-bff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/bug-and-paula-bff.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-3546585019795580216</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-15T23:07:08.751-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yo Gabba Gabba</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ridiculous</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>Freaking Yo Gabba Gabba... whatever that means</title><description>My closest friends know my hatred for &lt;a href="http://yogabbagabba.com/#"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba!&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;1. What do the words yo gabba gabba even mean?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;2. Where did the names Muno, Foofa, Brobee, Toodee and Plex come from? Last time I checked, I am trying to get my child to speak English correctly not make up their own words. Idiots.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;3. According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yo_Gabba_Gabba!"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, "the show was developed by two Southern California fathers with no previous experience writing for television let alone children’s broadcasting. They simply shared a mutual disappointment in kids’ television. They both wanted to design a kids' show that was both educational and entertaining while featuring real artists and real performers."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"No previous experience writing for television let alone children's broadcasting". Do you think?? I would have NEVER guessed!!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;"They simply shared a mutual disappointment in kids' television"? Huh? Like this show isn't a major disappointment.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;4. Obviously this show was written by two men. How did I know this before lightly researching? All of the characters resemble nasty things. Think about it.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aDSAhImMihw/TkloLQ7KpbI/AAAAAAAAJJA/xbrQ4WjURgk/s1600/yo_gabba_gabba_show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aDSAhImMihw/TkloLQ7KpbI/AAAAAAAAJJA/xbrQ4WjURgk/s400/yo_gabba_gabba_show.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641154550989235634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Scary.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;5. These writers, characters, and guests are most of the time high as kites. What verified this was the fact that each character has a "realm". Then to further verify the high characters, Jack Black was a guest. Are you kidding me?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly and most important, the stupid show teaches my children crazy habits. For example, watch this "cool trick"...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cilU2xPK8yQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I saw this and immediately hid the recorder. I could picture it... Caroline playing the recorder with her nose and then Emma putting it in her mouth. Gross.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This show is ridiculous.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Just ridiculous.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Over it.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We will stick with reruns of Swamp People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-3546585019795580216?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/Ub08c3Q4L4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/Ub08c3Q4L4k/freaking-yo-gabba-gabba-whatever-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aDSAhImMihw/TkloLQ7KpbI/AAAAAAAAJJA/xbrQ4WjURgk/s72-c/yo_gabba_gabba_show.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/freaking-yo-gabba-gabba-whatever-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-4887127087341231337</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-15T10:00:06.203-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bows</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer 2011</category><title>Bows.</title><description>Before I had children, I was a billy bad ass.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;“I am NEVER having children.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;“If I do have kids, they will NEVER watch Barney.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;For the record, that purple dinosaur is still a nutjob in my book.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;“My kids will NEVER wear frou frou shit.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;That one has never happened. About as frou frou as I get is Easter and Christmas. I might throw a smocked dress on them if they were under the age of 3.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This was the biggie…
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;“My children will NEVER, I mean EVER, wear a big bow.”
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I’ve eaten my words.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I have a child that loves the frou frou.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to her, she would wear a dress everyday.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, she loves wearing her ONE smocked dress.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;She completes the outfit with glitter mary janes OR beaded and rhinestone embellished Lelli Kelly shoes.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;As if this wasn’t bad enough, she loves a bow.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The bigger the better.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I.am.not.kidding.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I throw up in my mouth a little each times to grabs for one.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, you learn to let go of the small things.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I just let her do it.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It makes her super happy to have a big bow.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I have to remind myself that it could be worse.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;She could look like this…
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qkmj7d4VJ0/TkkkidRhk0I/AAAAAAAAJI4/xNHGUYQJJWQ/s1600/giantbows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qkmj7d4VJ0/TkkkidRhk0I/AAAAAAAAJI4/xNHGUYQJJWQ/s400/giantbows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641080182650540866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;However, her bows look like this…
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhcgNSfD5Kc/TkkjKc1CCQI/AAAAAAAAJIw/Sh2Mtk1FMm8/s1600/emmabow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhcgNSfD5Kc/TkkjKc1CCQI/AAAAAAAAJIw/Sh2Mtk1FMm8/s400/emmabow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641078670702545154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hd1rG-v_6H0/TkkjBBwsl1I/AAAAAAAAJIo/iuma3VjakAs/s1600/emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hd1rG-v_6H0/TkkjBBwsl1I/AAAAAAAAJIo/iuma3VjakAs/s400/emma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641078508817782610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It is sweet.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It makes her happy.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;All she wants for her birthday is bows.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, I tell myself all too often.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So, rock that hair bow girl! Rock it like it's nobody’s business.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I will smile and be proud (even if I do have a little throw up in my mouth).
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-4887127087341231337?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/_2eEsJ76100" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/_2eEsJ76100/bows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qkmj7d4VJ0/TkkkidRhk0I/AAAAAAAAJI4/xNHGUYQJJWQ/s72-c/giantbows.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/bows.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-1648288681923597532</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-15T00:13:29.852-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Caroline</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kindergarten</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer 2011</category><title>Kindergarten.</title><description>June 14th was the last post I published.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Two months.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;OMG!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe summer is almost over.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Where has the time gone?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We have had a fabulous, sunny, hot, beach filled, family loving, friend playing summer.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to end.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This was the first "easy" summer I have had as a parent.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Both girls love the beach.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Both girls love the pool.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Both girls entertain each other (for the most part).
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Emma has a few more weeks before school starts.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Caroline starts school next week.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Is she ready?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pray she doesn't say any cuss words or show off her new talent of rolling her eyes.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Here's to an amazing school year AND many stories I am sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-1648288681923597532?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/SKz_fRopdXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/SKz_fRopdXc/kindergarten.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/08/kindergarten.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-1689478613890182651</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-14T16:42:29.350-04:00</atom:updated><title>Our Monday in pictures and video</title><description>I like this day in pictures thing. It's easy and fills those blogs where I have writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning began with a wonderful surprise. I went to the mailbox and found this awesome &lt;a href="http://www.fireflyvodka.com/"&gt;Firefly&lt;/a&gt; t-shirt that I won during a facebook contest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmM14mbYrh0/TffCJUtzDSI/AAAAAAAAI34/VSZb6fy4UxQ/s1600/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmM14mbYrh0/TffCJUtzDSI/AAAAAAAAI34/VSZb6fy4UxQ/s400/s1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618172525603392802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super excited about this shirt because the others that we have (that were purchased with the actual Firefly) are mens shirts and don't fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma let Zoey in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_pUiivk0G4/TffDud4hnLI/AAAAAAAAI4Q/xwHbBcY9bf0/s1600/s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_pUiivk0G4/TffDud4hnLI/AAAAAAAAI4Q/xwHbBcY9bf0/s400/s4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618174263231093938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma asked me to put her "skiddies" on. I guess that is what she calls tennis shoes. I had never heard that word before. "Skiddies". Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqozercVatA/TffEUHXpHZI/AAAAAAAAI4g/YZIYglt-SEQ/s1600/s5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqozercVatA/TffEUHXpHZI/AAAAAAAAI4g/YZIYglt-SEQ/s400/s5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618174910022622610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bpTHbDjRHA/TffC6aoGEpI/AAAAAAAAI4A/VZ_qzueD7P8/s1600/s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bpTHbDjRHA/TffC6aoGEpI/AAAAAAAAI4A/VZ_qzueD7P8/s400/s2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618173369003676306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma let the dog in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVfqt-qD3ps/TffDS3Jc6yI/AAAAAAAAI4I/D7EDQldZ3ao/s1600/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVfqt-qD3ps/TffDS3Jc6yI/AAAAAAAAI4I/D7EDQldZ3ao/s400/s3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618173788976638754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the pool and Caroline FINALLY decided to swim like I've been teaching her for two years. She wanted to make a video for the dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a0K8YS1rIxw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Little J's for dinner. We came home, ate dinner, and I partook in drinking a wine that was bought for decorative purposes. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jC93BpWvD9c/TffFo9_aEvI/AAAAAAAAI4w/dQKwppZdNVg/s1600/s6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jC93BpWvD9c/TffFo9_aEvI/AAAAAAAAI4w/dQKwppZdNVg/s400/s6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618176367793935090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my finger in the most terrible place ever. It is so sore. After googling the correct name for the place on my finger that was hurt, I found that it is called your eponychium. Such a fun name! Or if you are boring you can call it your cuticle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf1SlSSobqw/TffGsm7s3dI/AAAAAAAAI5A/5SKewYLV6jg/s1600/s8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf1SlSSobqw/TffGsm7s3dI/AAAAAAAAI5A/5SKewYLV6jg/s400/s8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618177529835478482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse my fingernail. It is bitten and jagged. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner and wine, it was bathtime and bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched Part 2 of the RHOC which was a train wreck and I LOVED every minute of it. I polished the evening off with a few spoonfuls of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mULh0XE0Llo/TffGlE-nzHI/AAAAAAAAI44/aZmHvUKHHgk/s1600/s7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mULh0XE0Llo/TffGlE-nzHI/AAAAAAAAI44/aZmHvUKHHgk/s400/s7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618177400461839474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-1689478613890182651?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/nyZbHEqskms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/nyZbHEqskms/our-monday-in-pictures-and-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmM14mbYrh0/TffCJUtzDSI/AAAAAAAAI34/VSZb6fy4UxQ/s72-c/s1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-monday-in-pictures-and-video.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080309293955486579.post-4311932198522165109</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-13T13:56:08.365-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Monday Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Link Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>Monday Happiness, Randoms and Link Love</title><description>- The new &lt;a href="http://www.opi.com/"&gt;OPI Shatter polish&lt;/a&gt; makes me super happy. The bottom coat is Keys to my Karma and then a top coat of black shatter. Love it! Anna (my sister) used a pink as her bottom coat and the silver shatter on top. Hers is super summery and very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOpJOza4Dhk/TfZHMkg8u9I/AAAAAAAAI3w/gzLqT_KOZaA/s1600/toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOpJOza4Dhk/TfZHMkg8u9I/AAAAAAAAI3w/gzLqT_KOZaA/s400/toes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617755866477149138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Two new wines that are AH-MAZING make me super happy. This weekend I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.countrysquireinn.com/winery.html"&gt;Country Squire Apple Orchard Riesling&lt;/a&gt; which is a Granny Smith Apple wine that is soooo yum-o! The other is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=458412980407"&gt;Country Squire Knicker Dropper&lt;/a&gt; which is a Pomegranate wine that almost tastes like candy. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We had a date night Friday night. Date nights always make me happy especially when we eat at one of my favorites... &lt;a href="http://www.theflyingshamrock.com/"&gt;The Flying Shamrock&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The rain last night was wonderful and the cloudiness today has been great too! We are loving every minute of summer but we definitely needed a break from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am caught up with the laundry AND I'm about to clean the bathrooms. How does my house stay more together when the kids are at home all day, everyday? I'm better at picking up and cleaning when the kids aren't in preschool! So strange?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Bachelorette comes on tonight. No matter how much I hate it, I can't stop watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I posted a new recipe on the &lt;a href="http://eatlafonehome.blogspot.com/"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The RHOC Reunion Part One made me so happy last night. I love those bitches. They are so snide and cunning it is ridiculous and I LOVE IT! Tonight... Part Two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Must take pictures is on the top of my To Do's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kitchen Queens is Wednesday night and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have any link love you would like to spread? Leave it in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2080309293955486579-4311932198522165109?l=thelafones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BeSerious/~4/Ddir4WpLgII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BeSerious/~3/Ddir4WpLgII/monday-happiness-randoms-and-link-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hailey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOpJOza4Dhk/TfZHMkg8u9I/AAAAAAAAI3w/gzLqT_KOZaA/s72-c/toes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thelafones.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-happiness-randoms-and-link-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

